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the crown of dandelions at one time suited me, with my chapped lips parted sweetly – innocently even. i still glowed white underneath the dark of night, gentle and clean and i used to smell like soap. one day, you came and shattered all that.
» Posted By devin On 06.06.2010 @ 1:56 am
It takes a hundred years to make a century. I will be gone in a hundred years, so will the majority of my family. I wonder what it will be like around here in one hundred years.
» Posted By devin On 06.02.2010 @ 6:41 pm
… reminds me of the word precedent. But what does that mean? A standard that’s set, a legacy to follow… And I guess that’s what a president may be as well!
» Posted By Devin On 05.03.2010 @ 7:33 am
I once got into an argument with a little girl met on the playstrcture in Disneyland about these little bugs. I asked “Hey! Do you wanna catch some fireflies?” She then responded
“You mean lightning bugs?”
» Posted By Devin On 04.30.2010 @ 10:00 pm
Well, a reflex is like, something that you do in response to something else, which is basically what this exercise is about. So, in a weird way, this is a reflex, so that word might as well be a label. There you go.
» Posted By Devin On 05.17.2010 @ 12:37 pm
Regardless, I love you. Regardless, you mean everything. But there’s really nothing to regard, since you’ve made every moment amazing… reagardless, I’ll still say regardless.
» Posted By Devin On 05.03.2010 @ 2:41 pm
everyday, to and from work. then off to the beach where most of my worries fall away and leave but simple waves of light.
» Posted By devin On 04.15.2010 @ 8:40 am
i remember when we used to pretend we were married and happy and i would cook bacon on a plastic stove while you read an imaginary newspaper, the dog licking a hand that you’d dropped underneath the tabletop. and sometimes i would look over and smile softly like a mona lisa imitation but those were back when my mind was young and not to amnesiac lapses and i miss you.
» Posted By devin On 05.04.2009 @ 1:18 pm
a film of fog hovered low over the gravel road and she couldn’t see twelve feet in front of her.
the car sputtered onwards, dangerously lurching into the unknown while the trees curtained above her. she couldn’t help but to think, well, maybe this is like heaven.
» Posted By devin On 12.29.2008 @ 8:24 pm
he opened his mouth to speak and expected an outflow of words but nothing met his thick tongue.
she sighed and rolled her eyes, arms crossed and water flooding over emerald pools.
he sighed, lips crumpled and the fire inside died down just a little.
» Posted By devin On 12.25.2008 @ 6:56 pm
she kissed my wound and slapped a bandage over it. i smiled between sniffles and felt instantly better.
i wish there were bandages for this sort of hurt, though. the wound’s too deep, though.
» Posted By devin On 01.02.2009 @ 9:52 pm
her lips tasted like sun and her tongue of quicksilver. silk spun lungs breathed in heroin air, opium for the soul, and he held her with concrete hands as the acid-laced sky danced heatedly and their bodies formed crisp lines beneath the marijuana sun.
» Posted By devin On 12.21.2008 @ 6:32 pm
the memories like shredded butterfly wings swirl in a torrent of gray and i try to catch them between my fingertips like bits and pieces of sand – old fragmented photographs and garbled sound clips. white static that buzzes in tidal pool ears and i try to remember but my mind is racing with the synapses firing and i just can’t.
it slips between my fingers like time.
» Posted By devin On 02.01.2009 @ 1:33 pm
i crumple like origami into myself with the beat of a drum in the shallows of my ear. the lips fold like paper like the swan’s feathertip against my bottom lip and it leaves a cut to dribble blood like ink on the starch white reaves. between my fingers i fiddle with the crow’s tear and i wonder where this all came from – the middle of a gong, maybe.
middle of a bong.
» Posted By devin On 01.26.2009 @ 6:08 pm
the dappled porcelain princess sighed, a mushroom cloud that spread its fingers through the crackling winter air, and her chest heaved with the indignity of it all. the tower was unscalable and her prince charming had yet to stir into longing for his little doll of a woman – so sat the princess in her chamber with a heavy heart and aching soul and she wonders “if not me, then who put the windows on these bars?”
» Posted By devin On 01.24.2009 @ 7:00 pm
the glow of the blacklight against her porcelain flesh and those skeleton bleached teeth burned cruel images into my retinas and the way the beat pulsed through the stereo of her body.
i thought that she looked perfectly sublime in the spotlight.
» Posted By devin On 01.23.2009 @ 2:23 pm
the leaves change over from rustic browns to spring greens and i wonder when my heart will turn anew.
» Posted By devin On 01.20.2009 @ 8:44 pm
Change is the only thing constant in the world. It is part of our life from the day we enter the world until the day we die. Each person is a reflection of the change that has occurred in his life.
» Posted By Devin On 01.20.2009 @ 11:41 am
spinning snowflakes in a frigid wasteland.
the beck and call of sinuous hips that buck with passion unbridled and i wonder if they dance with the intention of a snowflake or something more, caught in the wind of a moment.
» Posted By devin On 01.18.2009 @ 3:13 pm
she fed them to him one by one, chasing his lips with one of them as her hand crinkled through smooth shale skin and pushed away gossamer strands of blond hair to reveal the flashes of electric blue eyes. she had forgotten if it were the greek gods or roman that cherished grapes so, but he could be her god any day.
» Posted By devin On 01.17.2009 @ 9:40 pm
curdled cracks in the porcelain canvas. say goodbye to beating hearts and tears caught upon spiderwebbed eyelashes like dew. the final curl has unveiled and all that’s left is the dark purple line of forgotten life across the porcelain canvas.
» Posted By devin On 01.13.2009 @ 9:21 pm
you’re my favorite tragedy.
the breath fell from your lungs like rapid fire and the heaves of your chest became desperate pleas for help but souls escape quite easily, and i’m glad it wasn’t too hard a battle. we saw the hyacinth lace across your face that travelled to your ears and delicate fingers that curled like a porcelain doll’s, and we all said “wake up, wake up, it isn’t funny any more.” but you didn’t and that’s okay.
you’re still my favorite tragedy.
– dedicated to my cousin, who died today at the age of 18. i loved you, even if i didn’t act like it. –
» Posted By devin On 01.12.2009 @ 3:40 pm
things have changed and sometimes we break our lips apart to taste the stale syrup air and we wonder “has it been for the better?”
in the beginning your butterfly touch was soft on my sternum and imploring as it trailed across the canvas of a porcelain body but now its lethargic and i wonder if your fingertips are still propelled by need instead of want.
» Posted By devin On 01.11.2009 @ 8:01 pm
the stone granite of our life is chiselled away with each passing day and we’re left to wonder what the statue we leave behind is gonna look like. i do not fancy myself an adonis or a david, some beautiful sculpture; maybe a less complicated stonehenge.
» Posted By devin On 01.08.2009 @ 3:40 pm
i have a wealth of knowledge.
for example: running in the rain is freedom,
razorburn on the vagina is dreadfully painful.
the world is a spring of knowing and perhaps that is why the soil is so rich. mother nature is the only omniscient being.
» Posted By devin On 01.06.2009 @ 1:46 pm
there’s only one way to a man’s heart …
bash his goddamn head in and keep digging.
» Posted By devin On 01.05.2009 @ 2:05 pm
you press your thumb to my throat and i wonder if a circle of dead skin cells has mimicked your beautiful fingerprint; the feel of your fingertips trailing across my hungry skin makes me yearn for more as i beg with big greedy eyes and my heart thrums in my limbs as well as bulging out of my chest working madly.
» Posted By devin On 04.02.2009 @ 12:19 pm
a bouquet of glow-worms clutched in her pale hands, eel-green due to the soft flashbulb of light that halos her sickly skin, veins bulging as the pasty white smile runs across her wax face, carved with the scars of past and folorn love. her groom awaits with a puffy chest and swollen trousers, and in between her toes lies grime and dirt.
» Posted By devin On 03.20.2009 @ 1:50 pm
locked in my, no one cares.
I hate those who hate me back.
Don’t Fuck with me, or I’ll lock you in my dark room!
» Posted By Devin On 03.17.2009 @ 1:59 pm
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specifically, i love YOU – all of you. the hot cocoa eyes and warmed over cinnamon skin that rolls over your warm muscles and i love the way your hair smells of old spice after your 30 minute showers and i love the thick crumple of your fumbling lips, the heavy fingertips against my pale flesh.
specfically, of course.
» Posted By devin On 03.16.2009 @ 4:47 pm