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Trumpet HandsWhen I was little, I thought they were strange, slightly disformed. They were so different from mine. I have large palms and short digits. My hands perform tasks like tying shoes and lighting matches like reflexes, in quick, short, efficient movements. If some people are born ambidextrous, Katie is non-dexterous. Sometimes I write sentences with my weak hand; my left one, in an effort to keep myself amused in boring classes. Once I noticed that my shaky, painfully slow writing looked like Katie’s. Katie’s hands move like she plans and predecides everything that she does with them and with little coordination. So shTrumpet Hands
by ~Sub-Mixie
Lovely GreedBrush aside the mustache,Lovely Greed
Encroaching on your delicious pink lips, That hold everything wonderful and good Turning me greedy and jealous in lovely way.
I want them all at once, Every word, smile, non-commental noise But I love you, so I let the syllables dance around the room. And get a little envious.
Seeing how they jostle the coloring book world,
And tickle the titan’s ears, Is a wonder in its own. And the masses gravitate.
Realizing the men who have your clever words, Or your infectious joy, Will never have your wide hands
by ~Sub-Mixie
Flutes and Gravestones“My sister’s gotten hurt so many times in the strangest ways.” He said. I was listening to my iPod, not enticed by what the two sitting next to me were saying. There were a bunch of kids skiing the mountain that day with their ski teams from school. I had gone to use the bathroom earlier and overheard a conversation between two girls in their early teens talking about how, “those bitches wouldn’t stop following and staring at them.” The conversation was ugly and superficial and had put me in a foul mood. The boy went onto say to his companion, “She screwed up her collar bone in bFlutes and Gravestones
by ~Sub-Mixie
Torn ShadowsI am haunted by the things I don’t do, And the things I lose. Fingernails tearing at shadows, An impulse I could never refuse.Torn Shadows
We finally understood, How would could become should.
Reality was in the rocks and the water and you.
Everything else was a Christmas tree decoration. A thousand dancing shouting faces, But your eyes were the only effects that held animation.
Trespassing on forgotten territory, The singular unique un-love story.
The landscape was bright and icy. A hillside of trees and a ruined home. An uni
by ~Sub-Mixie
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The Rigidity of OakHow could I have possibly cared for you? –The Rigidity of Oak
The hollow emotions, your face daunting, Its features stock-still and perfectly symmetrical.
You hesitate in action and I feel sick from seeing you and it all –
My stomach stretched,
My eyes full with the rot of old blood.
Soon, too soon, I’m gently knocking, Pounding your sweet, grey, substanceless bark in hope of renewal, But your body remains stupidly stoic and shamefully tall.
I suddenly, irrevocably, hate you. I’m a fitftul girl after all of this, Wont to emptying my trashy pockets –
by ~eggshelled
Corners pt1Perhaps my favorite corner is the one ruled by thermodynamics. Slip off my feet and its down to the ground that is possibly ice or at least as cold and slippery and Newton’s laws are king. The warmth fades, a candle slows struggles for air, darker and darker until the wick cools, the soul’s heat equally spreads through the floor and surrounding air, and any physicist will tell you that both must be perfectly matched for temperature. Frigid. Now in equilibrium the mind is frozen solid, allowing body to make the meaningless gestures that define our existence.Corners pt1
by ~LiberalOnCoke
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- Current Residence: Western NY
- Interests: Passing my classes
- Favourite movie: The Little Mermaid
- Favourite band or musician: Sublime
- Favourite genre of music: alternative rock
- Favourite poet or writer: Mark Helprin
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- Tools of the Trade: hand lotion, paper, pen, music, passion, bad weather
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probably wont see you till spring
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So, So you think you can tell
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I swerve out of control
its coming
and we are so screwed
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So, So you think you can tell
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I swerve out of control
sometimes I think you forget
your beauty is worth a rose from an odd kid
yours truly,
odd kid.
ps.
see you sometime next year?
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So, So you think you can tell
Thank you Colin
sincerely,
mess of a girl
ps. I really don't want to go home
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I swerve out of control
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