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smudge

Naked woman after naked woman — things get real dirty. I smudge each one. I do it all night long. I leave exhausted but I leave very satisfied; my hands all covered in wine charcoal.

» Posted By drew On 04.02.2013 @ 6:38 pm

Naked woman after naked woman — I smudge each one, doing all night long. I leave exhausted but leave very satisfied; my hands all covered in wine charcoal.

» Posted By drew On 04.02.2013 @ 6:34 pm

After smudging nude women all night long, I leave very satisfied; my hands all covered in wine charcoal.

» Posted By drew On 04.02.2013 @ 6:30 pm

tornado

a tornado is a tunnel of wind that devistates towns citys and causes mayhem wherever it goes. it is a 7 letter word that rhymes with fornado hahaha lol

» Posted By drew On 03.27.2013 @ 3:45 pm

destined

when you want to give up on the world, think of earth.

» Posted By drew On 03.26.2013 @ 12:15 pm

calamity

we held our breath for too long,
the whole time breathing only with our lungs.

» Posted By drew On 03.25.2013 @ 7:35 pm

cities

we could build and destroy cities, you know, he says. she nods.

i know.

BUT YOU WON’T BUDGE, he says, and his voice rises fervently in pitch. WHY WON’T YOU HELP ME?

because i can’t even help myself, she says, quietly.

his head drops, his smile fades. his spirits heave and sob. he’s always loved her, but to no end. she can’t and she won’t be with him. never.

» Posted By drew On 03.18.2013 @ 12:23 am

withered

Old people. I think of age obviously and of death. Like dying roses in a vase that someone needs to throw out. I am terrified of getting old more so than actually dying. I don’t want to be held back from my wishes by my broken down body.

» Posted By Drew On 03.10.2013 @ 2:17 pm

cave

Talks when words tremble off our lips, when goosebumps rise across our arms at the same time because they know, when whisper as we approach the temple of all that has happened, where we lower our voices to bow.

» Posted By drew On 02.23.2013 @ 4:58 pm

cool

i turned the volume down but something happened…the music became far away instead, a distant place, a face; a scream cried out from the seventeenth century to reach me in the twenty first.

» Posted By drew On 01.27.2013 @ 3:10 pm

determined

determined to be something in life. Do something. no change something drove this man to insanity. which road to take? the least traveled? but then who will i help who will i see and who will see me. then the path that has worn its self in stone. ahh but them i am a follower, a nothing, general and typical. words of poison that seer and shrivel at every casting of their judgments.

» Posted By Drew On 12.12.2012 @ 4:06 pm

higher

» Posted By drew On 12.04.2012 @ 6:18 pm

both

An old Elizabethan play or poem contains the line, “He or she who reads me when I am ashes, is my child in wishes.”

» Posted By drew On 12.03.2012 @ 7:53 pm

object

Bones are the structures to sentences that swing, swim, run and fly out of blowing pages of sky and volumes of earth and sea — the greatest story ever told. ( the book of life had to have been bind by magic.)

» Posted By drew On 12.02.2012 @ 6:37 pm

past

the finitude of breath
fell away into an ocean
of infinite inhalation,
release after release,
you danced the freest dance
of sea grass
across the colors 
of my loves coral reef
built in the warm waters of belief 
that you would one day come past.

» Posted By drew On 11.28.2012 @ 1:50 pm

local

Be the child you wish to see in the world and see humanity as a family that has hardly met.

» Posted By drew On 11.26.2012 @ 12:53 pm

soon

My love, have you ever slept inside of a closed red tulip and woke to
watch the morning’s most glorious crimson glow moments before it opens up?

» Posted By drew On 11.25.2012 @ 9:20 pm

My love, have you ever slept inside a closed red tulip and woke to
watch the morning’s most glorious crimson glow moments before it opens?

» Posted By drew On 11.25.2012 @ 8:41 pm

My love, have you ever slept inside a closed red tulip and woke to watch the morning’s most glorious crimson glow moments before it opens up for me like I wish you would.

» Posted By drew On 11.25.2012 @ 1:40 pm

My love, have you ever slept inside a closed red tulip and woke to watch the morning’s most glorious crimson glow moments before it opens to the world like I wish you would.

» Posted By drew On 11.25.2012 @ 1:38 pm

have you ever slept inside a closed red tulip and woke to watch the morning most glorious crimson glow moments before it opens?

» Posted By drew On 11.25.2012 @ 1:25 pm

library

Beneath the labyrinth of my being, at the locus of my beauty, there is the impetus: a sacred library. I visit noble books written centuries ago like gravestones and I place on them a flower from my heart. Sometimes I write the author reviews, or love letters…and I send them over the cliff into the sea like ash.

» Posted By drew On 11.24.2012 @ 11:30 pm

Beneath the labyrinth of my being, at the locus of my beauty, there is the impetus: a sacred library. I visit noble books written centuries ago like gravestones and I place on them a flower from my heart. Sometimes I write the author reviews, or love letters…and I send them over the cliff into the sea like ash.

» Posted By drew On 11.24.2012 @ 11:16 pm

Beneath the labyrinth of my being, at the locus of my beauty, there is the impetus, a sacred library. I visit noble books written centuries ago like gravestones and I place on them a flower from my heart. Sometimes I write the author reviews, or love letters, and I send them over the cliff into the sea like ash.

» Posted By drew On 11.24.2012 @ 11:13 pm

square

You settle for dust in your life and I am cherry blossoms. What happened to you? I can’t understand how you could reject me. Do you have any idea how many girls bent over backwards to get my attention and you, I gave you a spot in my thought every waking hour of the day and every second of my dreams. I ask again: what happened to you? Something had to, had to, had to have happened to you. There is no such thing as a girl not wanting me. I refuse not to not love you. I think you are confused how I could love you; You settled for dust in your life and I am cherry blossoms….and so are you.

» Posted By drew On 11.23.2012 @ 7:39 pm

What happened to you? I can’t understand how you could reject me. Do you have any idea how many girls bent over backwards to get my attention and you, I gave you a spot in my thought every waking hour of the day and every second of my dreams. I ask again: what happened to you? Something had to, had to, had to have happened to you. There is no such thing as a girl not wanting me. I refuse not to not love you. I think you are confused how I could love you. You settled for dust in you life, I am cherry blossoms.

» Posted By drew On 11.23.2012 @ 7:34 pm

What happened to you? I can’t understand how you could reject me. Do you have any idea how many girls bent over backwards to get my attention and you, I gave you a spot in my thought every waking hour of the day and every second of my dreams. I asked again: what happened to you? Something had to have happened to you. There is no such thing as a girl not wanting me.

» Posted By drew On 11.23.2012 @ 7:25 pm

late

late, the word for that place that slams a transparent iron door on life. late, i despise this word more than death.

» Posted By drew On 11.23.2012 @ 9:16 am

late, that word for the place that slams a transparent iron door on life.

» Posted By drew On 11.23.2012 @ 9:05 am

hall

angel kept secret by hell,
let me swim the golden
waters of your halo.

» Posted By drew On 11.21.2012 @ 5:41 pm

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