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The beauty of snowthe beauty of snow lies in the pure white sheets spread across the city and the chaos and order conquered by this heavy precipitation and cold as hell temperaturesThe beauty of snow
it's all systems disrupted electricity failing locked indoors
it's family time
no work no school no holiday shopping
like life before civilization
like hot chocolate steaming the window that stares out at busy streets
we decorate our tree in the warmth of our living room watching the white &
by ~Tasukiseven
Your presenceyour presenceYour presence
is like silk. you know, that brand of soy milk that uses non-genetically-modified soy beans
is like rays deep under the Australian waves alluding the divers come to ride them
is like ice in the juice when the fridge temperature is way to fucking high
is like bark high-pitched from a terrier cute to look at not for listening pleasures
is like alcohol cleaning my pink painted pinkies right before the dance
is like nails &nbs
by ~Tasukiseven
In the crowded hallwaysIn the crowded hallways of a high school campus the closeness of arm hair is the only constancy. Skin rubbing against skin like a bow and violin make symphonies out of thousands of bare appendages. As two friends caress each other's pores the touch is barely noticeable, like the soft background of strings in Sibelius's first symphony. Strangers heading opposite destinations crash like blind insects; short, harsh, insubstantial— a bass section playing subtle downbeats. Teammates high-fiving after another victory, heralding trumpets for hands. &In the crowded hallways
by ~Tasukiseven
Empty BottleI found a rusted bottle on the beach a note wrapped up inside with graying twine I felt a stabbing fear touching the lid but I couldn't resist the sweet smell of rusted metal rings on glass walls and drying seaweed so salty so I opened the bottle twisting the cap and another soft aroma filled my heart so sweet and smooth and dark had I known where it would lead at the time would I have opened it? I wonder now but even as I removed the withered paper I knew it wasn't a mistake and so I openEmpty Bottle
by ~Tasukiseven
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Emilyby ~AFlatEarth
Womb RevisitedWombWomb Revisited
Is that her granddaughter? No, that’s her daughter She’s wearing a loose Disney print jumper Completed by her real grandmother Because her real mother is in a room
She’s swinging her legs fiercely between the edge of the chair And the so-many-colored-that-you-don’t-notice-a-stain-carpet Her doll fingers pretend they’re legs and run
Races on the wooden chair sides In an hour she’ll have her first ever French toast With green, blue and pink people The dish is cold and hours stiff It’s here though, so it’s good &nbs
by ~TheVaud
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- Favourite movie: Across the Universe, Brokeback Mountain, Batman Begins, Blazing Saddles
- Favourite band or musician: Too many to fit.
- Favourite genre of music: Jazz, but all genres are good. Mostly.
- Favourite poet or writer: Ian McEwan, Sherman Alexie, Jonathan Safran Foer, Gabriel Garcia Marquez
- Tools of the Trade: Blue pens and composition notebooks, baby.
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The Sinister Minister compels you! Open your eyes and re-examine your world! Things look different when you really look.
also, remember your camera again. i might bring mine this time if possible.
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The Sinister Minister compels you! Open your eyes and re-examine your world! Things look different when you really look.
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Words give meaning to action.
ch-ch-ch-chia.
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The Sinister Minister compels you! Open your eyes and re-examine your world! Things look different when you really look.
I miss it too.
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I promise I'll pick you up at the station; just dance on over to the sign marked "INSPIRATION."
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