august prompts?
Distractedthis month's list here is mostly for my own reference.
1. soundscape [link]
2. metaphor
3. fulfillment
4. necessary
5. oblong [link]
6. ceremonial
7. frustration [link]
8. future
9. elementary
10. dynamics
11. worn
12. substance [link]
Newest
superfluous. obsolete.fought alone, but not to know that done is done and good is gold, forgot what good was; opted for the opposite, and lost my soul.superfluous. obsolete.
empty as this, what's behind this list, oh what i missed when i threw those stones
this is what i made, over death and loss and absence of self
i made this body and missed the bones. coloured in voids with selfish tones switched my voice for self-reflective groans
is it me, or is everything moving
slow?
by ~trish-dancegurl
for naughtcalled it something obvious you, aphrodisiac whether you like it or not it's shot from lack of use; call me, the overbearing woman to fix you once per month. we liked it in a way that i can't recall.for naught
i preferred the store; you, the farmer's market kind of guy, rode your bike i took the bus we arrived at the same time - derived our theories on the
better way to roll spoke of the only way to fly on the bridge where we used to meet halfway.
wouldn't give a second thought to sorry fights about how we were who woul
by ~trish-dancegurl
when the boy comesit's good to walk the line between kill or be killed, real and make believe; intentions known still, crafted the illusion of innocence.when the boy comes
and it's good that my breasts still heave at sloppy second sex for free, i am sloppy seconds, yes you know the rest - it's comforting.
there's power in my hands but no will to refuse the offer just the urge to deny the connection between me, the boy and the other just a pill to make it last longer instilled no comments, lied by omission made it so and steadily
by ~trish-dancegurl
picture thisreminded of the stench of death i move closer, i glaze over i gaze, hoping for an answer and frame my supposed fortune gloss over loss.picture this
a well-to-do trots into the porno shop abated and ashamed appetite yet to be sated remaining unblessed by the gift of restraint.
somebody was sick to their stomach on this corner of the sidewalk after one too many.
a taxi driver takes rules of the road with a grain of salt.
this man smells of fermented bread he calls it penicillin but it's not there yet. a woman mumbles under
by ~trish-dancegurl
Random Favourites
trapped like ratsevery electric keyboard whine can be sublime when mice eat cheese all night from silver dishes that tickle their whiskers and the rats will cringe from where they wait in the wings with their hairy tails in traps, “oh the tales we could tell, cos you see, we used to get the cheese back when the wurlitzer hum made the basement floor and walls samba like a six-point-five somewhere along the san andreas, bigger at the epicentre, yes, don’t you see now…”trapped like rats
yes, see now –
when your life story consists of bottomless lattes
by ~TuaVerbaNihiliFacio
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: ottawa
- Interests: poetry, psychoanalysis, paralysis
- Favourite movie: shawshank redemption, forrest gump, the breakfast club
- Favourite band or musician: fall out boy, the faint, pink floyd, the tragically hip, and many many more.
- Favourite genre of music: anything i can get my hands on.
- Favourite artist: mab and meg
- Favourite poet or writer: nihility-and-forever/extramundane <3
- MP3 player of choice: 80 gig iPod classic.
- Favourite game: We <3 Katamari, FFXII
- Favourite gaming platform: SNES, PS2, Wii
- Personal Quote: apres moi le deluge
- Tools of the Trade: notepad and womanly curves.
- Website: http://trish_dancegurl.livejournal.com
- Email: hyper_girl59@hotmail.com
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J'ai Aimé...
J'ai Souffert....
Maintenant, Je Hais.
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scratch it too much, and it will either spread or bleed...
if you didn't know.
thanks. <3
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and for telling me so.
(i can't survive without writing, so there's really nothing to thank me for.)
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