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thinking of yousomehow between ground and sky filtering form and fancy i am here (far away)thinking of you
by *DgenRetEliteRabbit
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Three Days Long
Three Days Long part 4Light. Pinpoints of supple, exquisite light. Convex, curving downward. Mirror images of countless worlds upside down and inside out.Three Days Long part 4
Little lighted orbs in blanketing darkness. They gathered in diminutive droplets on a sloping sheet of smooth glass before my eyes. Millions of them. The droplets gathered into larger beads and then rolled down the slanting shield, their weight tugged by boundless gravity. Becoming long smears, trails that diminished at the tails, seemingly for miles into a dark crevasse.
God. It looked like liquid diamonds. I was lost in them.
Beyond the fluid grace, i
by *DgenRetEliteRabbit
Three Days Long teaserLight. Pinpoints of supple, exquisite light. Convex, curving downward. Mirror images of countless worlds upside down and inside out.Three Days Long teaser
Little lighted orbs in blanketing darkness. It gathered in diminutive droplets on a sloping sheet of smooth glass before my eyes. Millions of them. The droplets would gather into larger beads and then rolled down the slanting shield, with their weight tugged by boundless gravity. Becoming long smears, trails that diminished at the tails, seemingly for miles into a dark crevasse.
God. It looked like liquid diamonds. I was lost in them.
And beyond the flu
by *DgenRetEliteRabbit
Three Days Long part 3How many had he left in his wake?Three Days Long part 3
This thought sedately echoed through my head beneath the kiss of the beast.
How many girls had fallen to his lure and been blown at the face of an eaten moon? Thousands? Millions? Every night seemed another would succumb to his will, to be dazzled, deceived and then finally, devoured. Upon which they would be cast aside in a ditch somewhere far away from his side, the absolute polar opposite of their fanatical desires. Cruel. The assistants doing the dirty work. Minions following him like vacant eyed zombies. A monster's fickle desires and impulses catered to as if he we
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Three Days Long part 2An hour later, at 3:17 a.m., beneath a speckled and vapor-streaked blanket of the deepest navy blue, I paced the empty balcony restlessly. It was cold out, my breath came in short clouds from between my lips. My eyes kept getting caught in them, dispersing with the mist into the air.Three Days Long part 2
Three days long was not being nice to me. No alternate burst of energy left, just nervous exhaustion. My mind was speeding, flattening, stuttering, wrestling with an awry sense of helplessness coupled with burning rage. Just get me through this last fight and then I can sleep for a thousand years. If my thoughts would track long enough, I migh
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| in the words of Jud Roache "slow motion explosions on a silver spoon." |
written rebelion
'll be the death of meif the heavy-lidded oceanic eyes don't get me,'ll be the death of me
the dream of flight will.
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a streetwandering soundtrackbackstreet firecrackera streetwandering soundtrack
drowned in water
wandering deafened in the city
while i'm only moving backwards
tobacco stained fingertips wilting cigarettes misting rain and cold machines paper airplanes
giant mistakes miserable time makes another movie
another simple
out of step
out of balance
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i never want to hear or know another thing in this whole wide world except for you
by *DgenRetEliteRabbit
sex vocalizedwhen he speakssex vocalized
his words are intercourse
in poetic discourse.
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.cruelty.you are two way traffic.cruelty.
forced on a one way street.
you rip my heart out, toss it over your shoulder, and demand i clean it up.
by *DgenRetEliteRabbit
my block of the writing kindhere i sit.my block of the writing kind
place might as well be empty,
the way i stare at this screen,
frying my retinas like little robin's eggs
to the cathode-ray tunes.
there's no sound for abject dejection is there?
no numb vocalization standing directly for
"i feel useless,
apathetic,
creatively stagnant and so sparsely equipped
that i can barely nod
in the affirmative or shake
in the negative."
i guess not.
those demons i so lovingly coddle
are lonesome and mute.
keep looking at me,
i can see them over my shoulder,
they look at me with
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Sick of the city, wanting the sea.
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