Ink runs from the corners of my mouth
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
~Mark Strand, "Eating Poetry," Reasons for Moving, 1968
There's no way I can stop writing, it's a form of insanity"
~Charles Bukowski, Women
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom...
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
~Mark Strand, "Eating Poetry," Reasons for Moving, 1968
There's no way I can stop writing, it's a form of insanity"
~Charles Bukowski, Women
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom...
- Last seen right now. Member since June 14, 2006.
- I am a woman from Oregon (United States)
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- I have 182 comments, 39 archived poems
My Poetry
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Swirling around in vortexes of numbness / Frolicking through fields of radiance / Revealing unknown depths of relevance / / Claiming mountains of elegant delicacy / Mispronouncing sonnets of substance / Derailing into abysmal perpetuation90 words, 2 comments, January 8
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Rain drops pounding delicately into pavement / Glistening on top their naked bodies / Wiping away proof of existence / Blood wiped away in154 words, 2 comments, January 7
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Blossom into the grace of the divine / Raise tall, sing loud, and let your soul guide into the future / Triumph into perplexity, Charge into greatness / You are a flower / Glorious in it's entity! / Spread rivers of gold through cracks of implic118 words, 5 comments, January 6
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Sprawling down crevices of lost sanctity / Eyes grasping solidified thoughts of curiosity. / Marching heel to heel to your submarine / Holding the heads of the youth submerged in perversions of repulsiveness. / Glide into the sanctum of your inne171 words, 6 comments, January 4
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- Irrelevance at allpoetry
Burning the edges of your mind
Slow cut, feminine smudges of redemption - Sentimental Trash at storywrite
She threw her glass of wine at me.1 - The Cryptic Beauty (Revised) at allpoetry
The smell of white jasmine and cherry blossoms enveloped the surrounding air. I slowly opened my eyes, surely I must be dreaming. I stared out the window with discontent. The world was thriving in blankets of euphoria, while
Guest Book
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Brian Balzer : Hi Skyviewexpress on October 30, 2008I just stopped by to say hello and give you a read. I'm sorry it has taken me so long to come visit you. I've been very busy, reading writing, commenting, replying and then there are my short stories and my wood working which I should be working on right now. Take care.
Read ya 'round,
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skipeople : 'Sup on June 12, 2008I'm loving the spider. Is it a pet? So cute and fuzzy! =]
Well see you around,
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Papyrus : meow! on February 5, 2008...i dig the cat ears.
a real-life Cat Women. haha.
you can call me Peter Parker
aka
Pap
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on Acne Scars by rhetorica, right nowThis reminds me of Ham On Rye by Charles Bukowski, minus the irish dialect
which you will understand once you read it. Good title.
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on Mutilations Of Nonsense by skyviewexpress, 1 day agoThank you very much. I would agree that you are completely right. I'm glad you can embrace my style like I have.

-Kitten

