and: the poetry thread

[bryantm3]

Originally Posted by unwound floors

Today I am grateful so here is a list of things I love in this world.

I dig the sound of a good beat, turned up so loud I feel it vibrating through the floors. After my classes are done, I like to pick up a coffee and sit outside the Mathieson Library for a cigarette before I head home. My best friends are all beautiful creatures. Mangoes are my favourite fruit. I enjoy finishing off a long day by constructing an excellent playlist in iTunes, rolling a joint and lolling about on my laundry-covered bedroom floor. I like to delude myself into thinking I'm a good writer as I pour out my disjointed, messy poetics into the various notebooks I've amassed. I get off on the presence of enthusiastic and warm-hearted people. I enjoy daydreaming about my beautiful Philosophy lecturer (forearms, wide blue eyes, nice glasses, floppy blonde hair - oh) and tutor. I feel good when I break into darker places and go underground into the belly of the city, in drains and abandoned places where the light is thin and dust moves with me. I love Ableton and FL Studio and feeling the incomparably satisfying magic of letting a beat I've made loose through my speakers. I probably love you.

Do you love? And what do you love?

i really enjoyed that. those lyrics or poem, whichever you call it, it's alive. the words go into the brain and dance through the toes. i feel like i saw through your eyes for a minute there. you should seriously consider writing as a profession.

[Andrea]

what´s the name
of the game
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I feel naked and embarrassed once again...
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[Andrea]

along the freeway

a piece of headlight grass blacktop reed blacktop
power line pole
drainage blueweed a plastic can reed carton
power line pole
blacktop carcass small plastic can redtop
power line pole
a lost shoot of a wild rose from the other side blacktop
power line pole
a shoe concrete redtop reed
power line pole
grass a torn book grass a half plastic ball blueweed

Echium Vulgare...

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along the freeway

I´m not a fighter
just trying to find my way back to my rape
Is it a sin my My Lord?

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[Caprice]

i look to the void for answers that i never know. searching like a dog sniffing the unsmellable. why is this because answers are not found. being alone and lonely are two different, too different. when i say fuck all its like a magic is suppose to appear. i guess not with this awful rye. content/discontent someday i hope it all equals out. like it once did. so i can get back to the way it once was. or at least, something like it.