formula

dawn rises
in
flooded space
all right and wrong


because

sometimes 

it's more fun
to not know
what you mean



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anti mars

reflections on
the antipas movement

in a nutshell
it could be described
as trying to find a median before cementing
a thought's formation
thus being more attuned to a multiplicity of experience
Individuals are viewed as giant sets of subsets.
An example would be "it's November
it may as well be December, therefore it may as
well be Spring",  followed by a pause and then
 "...except in Ohio".

.

asleep in circles

Again, pleasantly I  
ask from behind this
moving dream
Is a comprehensive explanation enough?
Perhaps a short story to better change the light

Look how it fills the room  
tugging at my blood
She might take off her
clothes on a day like tonight

However asleep you think you are
there will always be days like this night

through the movement of images a straightening out of tiny
universes defines this unsettled intensity
and every time I wonder if you are looking over my shoulder
hearing  my blood stretching past that airy windowsill
with eyes like mirrored lightning, soft curls
and a dreamy touch


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no holds barred

            Like running away or freezing stiff
        I'd rather be running but
       being eaten frozen stiff
    might be interesting.
     For the first minute wondering
   if you will survive as opposed
  to being chopped up
  on the run

 as If I were there again
 remembering
 it is only me

                                            Yes I do monitor those sleeping demons
                                                 and less so a mischievous fancy
                                             But being unbalanced and looking up
                                                         with every way eyes

A skin that keeps the rain out
not words I'd rather not hear or life

I Pause breathe pause
 into an illusion of self
  shadowing purpose vacuous and looking back.
   We are here now and the strangest part is
      how popular pictures still are.


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east harvest

childhood
looking clouds
talking and weeping
I caress a cloud's s closing eye



And learn to pretend
tears I never grew out of
know how to rest


.

What am I?

I took away the mountain top to give me a feeling I was tall
I also dug a deep hole that I always stare into.
Sometimes, usually around noon, I can see the bottom way down below
and it makes me feel tall and that makes me happy.

However, at night even though I sleep standing up,
I dream the mountain is even taller than before
and when I wake up in a sweat and run to the hole
it's too dark to see.

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9/15/17 7:00 AM

many strange streams flow
through the landscape of the mind
some with less color less contrast
breeze less
to my body thoughts

of snails and claws
and the parts of me
that pay the tolls

others with a left behind lonely ruin
feel of someone who never learned to ask for anything
the rest filled with mountains
aliens
and air curved wakes
or when I become pregnant and give birth to a monster


.

to the tune of background radiation

i sat in front of
my brain
turned it on
and all i got was
static

.

contemplation of potential suffering

it's the waiting
it is the waiting
waiting in the context of
inevitability

and the (seemingly) only two ways to escape all that
I've forgotten

I know how hard it can be when you're not suffering enough


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96 comments

MartyjustJnoM
can't wait till exorcist 3D comes out to get showered in vommit
youreinstall9112
sounds cool an no clean up best part
anon
I need a good splattering
anon
cant wait for 3D pea soup to catch in mouth and rub into my tummy yummy
criticalindecsivedisorder
too bad not for real though but close enough yeah I guess


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making noises with your throat

The next selection  I'll share
like this, I hope

I look into my heart  
part of me

but I just can't express
my soul

that easily
yes to express
how I feel about

the words bursting out
but like they still all have thier secrets
thoughts  like being here it's
enough to just breathe

a smile
hearing thunder
then watching the rainbow's fading color


 .

number c741

thousands of overlapping words
wandering into the endless softness

numberless reflections

fading through a silver moon 

looking softly at the sky

and the moon thought about
dying
and getting hit by
an asteroid

.
.

the stinky poem

 a bloom of words from a
saturated tongue tickles
 imprisoned minutes


and in big grey puffs
I see the same abandon in the poem


sinking right in
curves across  my heart
the mights unrested
to even remembrances of a face
I never even knew


:l

The cubicle of seven threes

I promise
I am not here
to prove an ape.

Or to
tell you something I
heard waiting
to fall asleep

I forgot the rest


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learning tennis

moving flesh
inside our hearts
coloring and
collecting like waves at the seashore


a heart can
draw the sky over
and in each movement
all I don't know is
happiness


..

The neighbor

My heart is a watch
that counts each sunrise
a miracle  here
there
tomorrow
as is said
at the tip of
eternity


I see I cant respond
because I'm trapped
all thumbs
sounds play
itches itch
but I don't know what to say
or what you're talking about
not because you're not making sense
but because I have a hard time following
stories

I admit when you step away
that was OK  but it' more than the sigh of relief
the sigh is the funny part
just a small part of why I know
this has already happened


.

.

joined particles

scraped
tattered  cut  and burned
incapable of holding  my heart in

secrets

and deep under there
sweet nature
so gentily spun
like the underside of shimmering gold
most certainly
It is impossible to think

.

8484848

I heard birds talking
moaning
hungry for love

I was hungry once
eating hearts ripped
of fire
in a mild way


But now
always  deep sounds
that stir the unheard voices
are closed off to the outer branches

am i the only
thesperate -
desperately set in
hardening
trying out some a new  camouflage

.

taking off

first must
I look up
the definition of a star

 I've come back to my old space
with the willies by my side -
but to be like water
must I first study
the reflection in the water

the reflection in the water          ( picture this line  upside down)

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Z broken Rock Story

She spoke  and  stars fell

into the lake's wide opening
that stretched  old wrinkled moon

and  glitter in her eyes
 the soft breaking waves

  .... heart pounds....


 No results found for " a broken rock is just smaller"


.

I am bing nation

an amicable separation
I had been with google for a long time

 bye goog , hello bing


..

i wonder

is it enough to say
the dried up land
will vanish
and
no one can save
anything you ever keep

Raise up your fist
fighting will eventually vanish

I'm done.

.....

lazy dog wedding

it doesn't need
to be a hit
what's one more
pock mark to the moon
 
so we hatch
and live where we are
as we were
like a good imagination  
at issue with advice

a wire pulled from insulation
living the collapse of breath
like a patient at a drag show
giving to the need to continue



..

The Never WIll

"the sky speaks it language through tree branch..."
said the said Monkey
to the Camel
" tree branch
beggars in the sky"

And I overheard  earby Duck whisper
"no one else must ever know. "
and  I don't know why







.

August and counting

daybreak in your world
evening in mine
and all that lies between us
is a word
we pretend
not to see
in our sleep


but don't look now
the sensation
from turning
your head could
be fatal

....

a truth about here and now

moved by shadows
not love
through circumstances

even knowledge
pressed with promise
full of  what I see living my life
with fingers
and teeth


into all that
is and  isn't
  misunderstood

..

Six times six is thirty six

a  slow time rushes into my nerves
past the black around flames
and fills my consciousness with invisible light

In Sacred communal ultrasonic fields
an intimacy found with empty space

.

summer story

Yellow and black
apple and pick a
winter
between our fingers
like place moves a story
layered the bottom way down

feet planted
silently through the
unreachable
verb


.

feeding the cats

I don't do  much anymore
but that doesn't mean I'm "still" crazy
( which of course I am)
 I don't mind roaming
room to room thinking about
how much I hate myself and laughing



.

chinook

i feel you  here

 how?

as night sleeps in  shadows
so You say
oceans dance in your eyes
and then it all folded into
rightly into a dream


..





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Don't dawdle

why dawdle or rush into it
allow the process to end the process
and let it all run together

#homeless@36
weightless
average
end



,

Nine thoughts at once

9 thoughts at
once because of lingering effects

things I could never be
fill in the blanks



.

return

to the sun
as the air
to the ocean
runs between the
evening of every moment


the unintended
and the unimagined

like homemade
creatures from a distant land
find themselves thinking about
thought ; too tired to fall asleep
forever

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