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A Poem About by altruisticlies, literature

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A Poem About

I hate you, which is hard when you're twenty feet tall, and I'm only average. I can't crash a car into you, and feel assured that you'll be crushed, and I'll be crushed. That'll be that. I was waking up when I remembered on the day you died a giant toxic cloud was released. We are good together, you wrote once, and it's true. You never died or released your cloud of death on my watch, bright green so the city knew right off it's bad. Like Gojira, they'll blame you for your wanton destruction, and I'll shrug until the fingers turn. "My fault?" Well, fuck. Loving you was hard when you were a giant, and prone to panic attacks.

Understated by altruisticlies, literature

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Understated

It's hard to know what masculine is. There was a winter breath, a night when the car wouldn't start and I was fresh from her, alive to prove what I had to offer. Which to me was a jump start and in hindsight remains the same though I think of the Shins song she played, ethereal "Gold teeth and a curse for this town..." and her back which I touched and knew I could leave. Winter air tells me I can prove myself. Summer says we're here, a testament to upbringing and the human bodies inevitable... work.

So Soon, Subsume, Kaboom by altruisticlies, literature

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So Soon, Subsume, Kaboom

What if I can't keep this and I'm lost without it. Because it can be all I have, and there is a tick, a tick, tick, in my kitchen. There is a clock which has no hands that whirs all day long, and I never noticed until I was happy. I subsume my past to look at yours. There is a picnic, a party, a parade. Was I, was I ever in a parade? And I'm not. Just words. Don't smile before we meet.

In Entropy by altruisticlies, literature

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In Entropy

As barren as the sea, roiling endless and turning, I am here. The sun like a blessing; hurts, and I'll start at the end so you mark it: I die. Cycles abound, cycles, circles, and like chess there is an equality to movement, the same two moves and an exponential growth. A winking trump, legs crossed over an unclosing wound. The hall and mirrors, a nascent Republic founded, failed. Bleeding with the ordered chaos that birthed it. A bridge, a mirror, a sun-wracked plane; things are building. I'm at a gap in a suit on a windy day and this land is falling. Falling around my knees.

Caesar by altruisticlies, literature

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Caesar

I watched the waves pile for three years before I decided that a bag and a ticket were needed for the here and now of life. I left in a car and the desert she opened to me like a flash of powder, the ghost of an afterimage, or the eclipse you must not watch. Quiet is a concept I have to notice or it never exists. And on the road is where I feel we'll see. I grab Caesar and say: we'll see. Veni... I drive through the desert in the time between 7 and 8 almost night when the sun is shooting down and at an angle to blind, illuminate red fires in both directions. I keep on the road, ignore the blaze, thumb the radio and see:

The Maker by altruisticlies, literature

A mirror, a mirrored edge. by altruisticlies, literature

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A mirror, a mirrored edge.

I am nothing but a vagrant, and a hobo always with the tramping, no noir hinge on which we intuit a solution. He could say we are a slaughterhouse, child-brides who mark, hate and work braile into our speech. His vanity unquestioned. I could say no, no, not possible and hear the response so clearly in it is not. can / will never be. Profiles, busts, elemental! you shout. A migraine always on my left brain, spanish conquistadors marking time and a salute to the Weimar, a chancellor I hear. In factual error the sun mists on the horizon towards me an ethereal concept which is coming my way. I duck, a mistake for which I hea

but it also means by altruisticlies, literature

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but it also means

It's mundane, the soda aisle and my wandering, walking up then down. I frown to distract. Look intense. And buy the soda you love because you might, you might be here to have it. Though with I need a drink. I don't need a drink. The same strength, faux-weak ness that I will always have, and tell myself I learned from you. I buy it, afraid I won't like the taste, or maybe I will and it'll be there for a few days squishing along inside me. It's just fucking soda, but it also means I still love you.

In the ghetto, on the streets by altruisticlies, literature

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In the ghetto, on the streets

I'm twenty two and all I can think of are Chess musicals and Bobby Fischer though sometimes when I'm a little guilty I think of Dad, one day when I'm twelve and he hands me posters, winks and says 'Don't tell your mom.' I don't want them, I want Fischer, who looks like a grouchy troll, or an aryan viking with a sword. I'd accept a greataxe too. Something heroic, you know. And I felt like a disappointment until I couldn't take it anymore, and now I'm wondering where I'll fit in without a family to put up posters for; or a ghetto to howl in, my father looking on.

Modulation in 8.5 by altruisticlies, literature

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Modulation in 8.5

The earnest hope is that writing will make me a better man. That you and I will be standing on a summer day in the park. I will see you smile, imagine a pen slash she grinned crookedly and my response alright, yes as we watch white-suited marines march past and pinions washed in cold summer air. --- I seek knowledge of an ancient sort bristle-back, arched and quivering to marvel at, turn and repose the beauty of fact, and I'll hang it on my face, smiling. Why, yes, I think I shall, the world will thank me, and my smile and the sultry fact it brought.

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A Poem About by altruisticlies, literature

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A Poem About

Understated by altruisticlies, literature

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Understated

So Soon, Subsume, Kaboom by altruisticlies, literature

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So Soon, Subsume, Kaboom

In Entropy by altruisticlies, literature

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In Entropy

Caesar by altruisticlies, literature

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Caesar

The Maker by altruisticlies, literature

A mirror, a mirrored edge. by altruisticlies, literature

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A mirror, a mirrored edge.

but it also means by altruisticlies, literature

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but it also means

In the ghetto, on the streets by altruisticlies, literature

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In the ghetto, on the streets

Modulation in 8.5 by altruisticlies, literature

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Modulation in 8.5

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The digital breeze by EnigmaticReceptacle, literature

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The digital breeze

Eye sight. Slight of hand. Manmade intang-ible planet, gravitating granite, nails hammered to hang-over jail cell ceilings of jealous carbon based beings. Perhaps lowbrow discrepancies. Greased machines on the edge of newsprint bibles swear profane advertisements. Advised enrollment in troll-like environments, barbed armed guards, attorney generals stand sharp parliaments. Isms mending amendments send schisms through monitor mouths and ears irradiated. Tinfoil TV roof tops satellite booths. One way ticket. Fool proof.

Dying Marriages by marissa, literature

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Dying Marriages

shitting on everyone, the heat dies away and things that seemed irrational perhaps were all too clear ending what little was left of so much time and wheeling us back into ourselves she cried for all of it and moved away staring at the stars and endless hot days spent inside on pleather chairs and in aging dairy queens brought about a friendship with quiet stained wood floors and dead fish dancing to flamenco and painting cats singing Puccini at midnight and moving through words and cultures and dreams running away from all of it together Finding what can't be found but living something everyday and waiting to feel the s

By nature by groovus, literature

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By nature

By Nature It_____was_____a_____sunny_____day ... behind_______the_______clouds and___way___up___farther on_the__sun,__it_was always_day where_way_up_further our_______daily_______sun was________to_________object in_______some________starry_______night it_____ was_____a_____casual______night in___which___objects___would___star shining_____their_____way, down___________far And just like here...........................Then_____she____was____as_____happy some__________days..................

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The Winter Philosopher v2 by altruisticlies, literature

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The Winter Philosopher v2

He doesn't feel strong Anymore, an Ache in his face and giddy laughing Muddle the soliloquy. Back bent, watching that spiral - talent infallible which failed to reach past confusion Seize a signal and grope the bottle Of success. On hollow excess he would relate the tale, two mice in a clock, and winking Slyly skip the metaphor completely. He spends days in the cafe, sipping water. The cutest girls escape notice, eyes too wide, White and guilty For a past slinger of hopeful hate and wicked truth. Day ticks by, His bones feel weaker at night.

The Winter Philosopher v2

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Current Residence: Iowa City, Iowa
Favourite genre of music: New Wave, good lyrics.
Operating System: Windows XP Pro
MP3 player of choice: Winamp
Favourite cartoon character: Darkwing Duck
Personal Quote: Is it good servicing someone? And is it so good to get these men worked up so sexual.

Favourite Movies

Seven Samurai, The Killer

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Gadjits, Jets to Brazil, Saves the Day, The Faint

Favourite Writers

George Martin, Neil Gaiman

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Warcraft, Myth 2

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Pen, notebook, thumping Super Mario Bros. theme music

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altruisticlies

Jul 15, 2010

En espanol

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La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles. Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos. Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise. Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído. De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos. Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos. --- I wrote a poem, but it's not as good as Pablo Neruda. I think I'll post it later.

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Jun 16, 2007

It just ain't the same

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I'm full of half done ideas. I look at words, shuffle them and get tired. None of that used to happen. What I've spent too long doing... ---- Algheric Rhapsody. It twists, and it turns, and it walks through every moment. To mark each epoc, inscribe in it a sin that destroys. Has destroyed a man. G. is on the corner in suede that rustles a little as he walks. He works from the cracks, and I can barely see him, barely stand to though I hear wantwantkissneedle. Constantly. What're you doing? I ask while we watch two boys: a shove, a knife. An old man in a suit, flashing against the sun and his smile says 'Like this. This!' and

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altruisticlies

Jan 15, 2007

Again

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A lot happened. A guy broke my jaw in two places, I moved to Chicago, I moved back. I fell in love. I made out with sheerie. I think I'm ready to write for the first time in a year or two, but more importantly to read, evaluate and grow. We'll see. Tonight was about reminding me that I know the birthplace of Han Solo but not who shot Martin Luther King Jr. Oops!

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aaaaaaaahhhh

Aug 7, 2019

I miss you, friend & I hope that you are well and smiling often.

toddomassey

May 13, 2014

I don't suppose you're still around at all....

Vesiculae and ubetyourboots would've liked for you to like me.

tmpst24myst

Feb 23, 2013

Where are you? It seems I've not been to your page in some time. I wonder why I never left a message if I'd had been here... Well, I wish you all the best in your world!

Dae

ndifference

Mar 31, 2010

I saw you Ty! What's going on over in your sphere of the world?

altruisticlies

Mar 31, 2010

I can't hide anything from you! I might have gotten sentimental and be looking for an online community to start raiding again. Constructively, of course!

ndifference

Apr 2, 2010

We could always use you. Maybe you could help sweep away the tumbleweed.

ndifference

Dec 2, 2009

Oh! Flag me as spam!