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09-09-2007 10:16 PMSquids is offline Send an Email to Squids Homepage of Squids Search for Posts by Squids Post Reply with Quote Edit/Delete Post       Go to the top of this page

I figured I'd post some of my writing, since it seems to be what the cool kids are doing. Enjoy.



Here is a poem that formed from a dream.


Quote:
"He took too much acid that night."



I knew a boy once with lips of sunshine
and hysterical hands
that talked more than he did.

He melted like lemon drops on a sugary sweet tongue
as he followed a merri-go-round the polka dots on my dress had become,
I held blue-eyed faeries in both my hands
had been born inside bubbles that were burst
and in that instant I became a black balloon doll,
floating
wondering, wouldn't it be lovely to drift amongst the stars and rockets
freely
until a certain bubble boy all alone on his bubble planet would find me stranded
and he would fall for me instantly
as surely as we would live and love freely
in a world without needles
and
corners and sharp things?

Our mouth moved like characters in silent films,
miming hands,
smoky eyes full of steam engines, movements erratic though beautiful,
I longed to fly towards the moon and starve myself
just to say that my collarbones formed a heart
and once he placed his hand against the soft spot under my knee
I didn't know what to do with me,
as my ovaries dripped down my thighs in rainbow laughter.
He jaw like a seesaw, his body was my playground,
and I learned the notches in his spine as if they were heiroglyphics
or perhaps sad songs would have me recall his face later.

Our snow white bodies danced and
twisted
limbs hung upside down in confetti-colored glass coffins, paper butterflies swam
& sputtered as we swallowed them .
Hysteria shook us
and then suddenly we were inside a technicolor snowglobe.
his sunshine lips smiling all over my face of henna clouds,
became cosmic kaleidoscopes
as he convulsed in my hands like a wilting rose, a glitter-streaked epiphany
acid rain streak film strips,
like Romeo once he'd drunk his fate,
except when I kissed those lips, he tasted only of sweat and repulsion,
none so romantic as true love lost, never so inviting as poison.

He looked gorgeous beneath the setting stoplight,
and for once
his hands were silent.


The next poem is very personal to me for different reasons.

Quote:

"gingerbread whore."


she won’t lemme forget
her perfume

- rotted candy apples
stunk of formaldehyde
in my virgin sky
and diabetic stormclouds.

i can't rid myself of her.



she laughed as she bled-

static-lime green
cheap hair dye
leaked as acid down
the back of a swan’s neck
and
violent pink stained
her cigarette butts neon

i wanted
to be as torn
as fishnet stockings
or paperdoll eyes.


i
never understood
why the rain hated her.

she told me
the first time i met her, said

"it’s gonna kill me
someday."

i didn’t believe her
just laughed, professing
my love
in aneurysms.

dying didn’t scare her,
but i never let her
play in the rain
because i was afraid
she wasn’t a liar.
and i thought the inside
of her thighs
would make a lovely coffin.

i told her
i
would die inside
lush pincushion lips.
sew our mouths
together
to lock her meow
inside
my throat.


she
once called me
a sadist
i didn’t know
what she meant
but
i always adored
the way her
black mascara stained
my ankles
when she cried.

orphan eyes
beg innocence
closing corpse white eyelids
to smother
slut-red pupils.
.



i wanted to break her.
make a skeleton umbrella
of her tea-party bones

she’s the knife in my back,
the vomit
romancing my hair.


one night
after i caught her
staring lustily
into a candle flame

she whispered

"fuck me outside."
.
it was raining





she squealed,

let’s play like we’re little girls,
she said.
shoving kite-tails
into raw throats
tickling intestines aroused.

RAEP me
with your eyes
alone.


she sucked on my cross
as i used her concave starving stomach
as my pretty canvas,
wrote graffiti in lipstick
over razor skeleton thighs and sharp elbows
make sex on the sidewalk.

she was my nothing,
now
more than ever.
skin wet and skipping
like gumdrops.

she drowned
in an underwater
ambulance, she killed herself
before I got the chance



all screeching sirens
and death.
circus tent funeral,
umbrella red
bleeding into the white of eyes
suicide.

when it rains,
i feel like a whore.


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09-09-2007 10:28 PMKrash is offline Send an Email to Krash Search for Posts by Krash Post Reply with Quote Edit/Delete Post       Go to the top of this page

Quote:
Originally posted by Squids
I figured I'd post some of my writing, since it seems to be what the cool kids are doing. Enjoy.


Yeah. We're totally forming a little clique. We should make shirts. Or not. [/ramble]


And you're worried about me outshining you? Those are absolutely brilliant. The title of first one makes me think of what I saw of SLC Punk at Lane's house.

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09-10-2007 12:04 AMSquids is offline Send an Email to Squids Homepage of Squids Search for Posts by Squids Post Reply with Quote Edit/Delete Post       Go to the top of this page

Quote:
Originally posted by Crashu
Quote:
Originally posted by Squids
I figured I'd post some of my writing, since it seems to be what the cool kids are doing. Enjoy.


Yeah. We're totally forming a little clique. We should make shirts. Or not. [/ramble]


And you're worried about me outshining you? Those are absolutely brilliant. The title of first one makes me think of what I saw of SLC Punk at Lane's house.


If only the guy in my dream had green liberty spikes.

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09-10-2007 12:04 AMKrash is offline Send an Email to Krash Search for Posts by Krash Post Reply with Quote Edit/Delete Post       Go to the top of this page

Yeah. That'd been badass.


He'd have to run through sprinklers with the acid in his pockets though.

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09-10-2007 12:06 AMSquids is offline Send an Email to Squids Homepage of Squids Search for Posts by Squids Post Reply with Quote Edit/Delete Post       Go to the top of this page

I should write a poem about that. AN ODE! ZOMG!

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09-10-2007 12:07 AMKrash is offline Send an Email to Krash Search for Posts by Krash Post Reply with Quote Edit/Delete Post       Go to the top of this page

ZOGM!!11!11 I still have to do my ode. And that math poem.

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09-10-2007 12:07 AMSquids is offline Send an Email to Squids Homepage of Squids Search for Posts by Squids Post Reply with Quote Edit/Delete Post       Go to the top of this page

Get on the ball, monkey.

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09-10-2007 12:14 AMKrash is offline Send an Email to Krash Search for Posts by Krash Post Reply with Quote Edit/Delete Post       Go to the top of this page

Shall. I totally meant to grab my portfolio thing I do all my writing in before I left this evening, but I forgot. Then I got to church and was like "Crap. That was one of the reasons I went home." So then I just listened to music and told to shut up because I was singing apparently.

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09-10-2007 12:39 AMNine XXVI is offline Send an Email to Nine XXVI Search for Posts by Nine XXVI Post Reply with Quote Edit/Delete Post       Go to the top of this page

Quote:
in my virgin sky

For the record, this is fucking beautiful.

*stealin' this*
Peace.

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09-10-2007 12:42 AMSquids is offline Send an Email to Squids Homepage of Squids Search for Posts by Squids Post Reply with Quote Edit/Delete Post       Go to the top of this page

Quote:
Originally posted by Grace & Nine
Quote:
in my virgin sky

For the record, this is fucking beautiful.

*stealin' this*
Peace.


Just so long as I get to see what you do with it.

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09-10-2007 12:44 AMNine XXVI is offline Send an Email to Nine XXVI Search for Posts by Nine XXVI Post Reply with Quote Edit/Delete Post       Go to the top of this page

Quote:
Originally posted by Squids
Just so long as I get to see what you do with it.

Oh, you probably will.

I have an idea for a movie based off you and one of your talks~
Peace.

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09-10-2007 1:06 AMSquids is offline Send an Email to Squids Homepage of Squids Search for Posts by Squids Post Reply with Quote Edit/Delete Post       Go to the top of this page

Quote:
Originally posted by Grace & Nine
Quote:
Originally posted by Squids
Just so long as I get to see what you do with it.

Oh, you probably will.

I have an idea for a movie based off you and one of your talks~
Peace.


Eeeee. Can I be your muse from now on, Rhett?

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04-22-2009 11:22 PMStruggler is offline Send an Email to Struggler Search for Posts by Struggler Post Reply with Quote Edit/Delete Post       Go to the top of this page

Quote by Nine Mysterio, Jr.:
Quote:
Originally posted by Squids
Just so long as I get to see what you do with it.

Oh, you probably will.

I have an idea for a movie based off you and one of your talks~
Peace.


...how much acid will the lead character be on?

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Karl Pilkington: If you sit in a bath of pineapple chunks, it can kill you. That's well documented.

04-22-2009 11:42 PMRussian Agent is offline Send an Email to Russian Agent Search for Posts by Russian Agent Post Reply with Quote Edit/Delete Post       Go to the top of this page

Quote by Yoko Ono:
Quote by Nine Mysterio, Jr.:
Quote:
Originally posted by Squids
Just so long as I get to see what you do with it.

Oh, you probably will.

I have an idea for a movie based off you and one of your talks~
Peace.


...how much acid will the lead character be on?


So...grays?

Countless Paradigm spin off about nine and sharpy versus the death saucers. Spoiler alert.

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These are not fairy tales, or myths. This place of power is tangible, and as such, can be found, entered, and perhaps, utilized in some fashion..

Quote by Nina Fortner (regarding faking one's death):
Been there done that. No one would believe it this time.

Quote by Alizarin:
holy fuck i am ready to burn it all down. all of it.

04-22-2009 11:56 PMAlabastard is offline Send an Email to Alabastard Search for Posts by Alabastard Post Reply with Quote Edit/Delete Post       Go to the top of this page

I'm more loling at how he said any of this was good
04-23-2009 4:47 AMNine XXVI is offline Send an Email to Nine XXVI Search for Posts by Nine XXVI Post Reply with Quote Edit/Delete Post       Go to the top of this page

Quote by Yoko Ono:
...how much acid will the lead character be on?

Let's just say for the entire movie, the camera will be covered with a green hue. Oh, and upside down. The camera will be upside down too.

TO GET THE VISUAL ASPECTS OF WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE STONED AND SUCH.

Quote by Sharpshooter005:
Quote by Yoko Ono:
Quote by Nine Mysterio, Jr.:
Quote:
Originally posted by Squids
Just so long as I get to see what you do with it.

Oh, you probably will.

I have an idea for a movie based off you and one of your talks~
Peace.


...how much acid will the lead character be on?


So...grays?

Countless Paradigm spin off about nine and sharpy versus the death saucers. Spoiler alert.

...I actually like the idea of this. Laughing Out Loud
Peace.

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going on or else you just become the writing team from Passions," - Sharpie.

04-23-2009 5:21 AMRussian Agent is offline Send an Email to Russian Agent Search for Posts by Russian Agent Post Reply with Quote Edit/Delete Post       Go to the top of this page

The similes in the second poem are almost painful, "diabetic clouds"?

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These are not fairy tales, or myths. This place of power is tangible, and as such, can be found, entered, and perhaps, utilized in some fashion..

Quote by Nina Fortner (regarding faking one's death):
Been there done that. No one would believe it this time.

Quote by Alizarin:
holy fuck i am ready to burn it all down. all of it.

04-23-2009 10:18 AMGudetama is offline Send an Email to Gudetama Search for Posts by Gudetama Post Reply with Quote Edit/Delete Post       Go to the top of this page

Quote by Nine Mysterio, Jr.:
Quote by Yoko Ono:
...how much acid will the lead character be on?

Let's just say for the entire movie, the camera will be covered with a green hue. Oh, and upside down. The camera will be upside down too.

TO GET THE VISUAL ASPECTS OF WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE STONED AND SUCH.

Quote by Sharpshooter005:
Quote by Yoko Ono:
Quote by Nine Mysterio, Jr.:
Quote:
Originally posted by Squids
Just so long as I get to see what you do with it.

Oh, you probably will.

I have an idea for a movie based off you and one of your talks~
Peace.


...how much acid will the lead character be on?


So...grays?

Countless Paradigm spin off about nine and sharpy versus the death saucers. Spoiler alert.

...I actually like the idea of this. Laughing Out Loud
Peace.


GET MAV AS THE TECHNICAL DIRECTOR!

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01-13-2010 7:19 AMStruggler is offline Send an Email to Struggler Search for Posts by Struggler Post Reply with Quote Edit/Delete Post       Go to the top of this page

God damn

Use a bunch of metaphors about sex without using a shift key and I guess you're a "poet"

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01-14-2010 4:07 AMIron Savior is offline Send an Email to Iron Savior Search for Posts by Iron Savior Post Reply with Quote Edit/Delete Post       Go to the top of this page

We'll never understand

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