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love is a smudged lipstick :iconcristinewakesuphappy:cristinewakesuphappy 8 9
Literature
desire and desirability
unless you make out
my desire and desirability,
you cannot construct me;
fixate on essences
and once more, miss the point.
maybe you should kiss me.
© 18.March.2017 :house:
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Ballantine's Day by ComradeK Ballantine's Day :iconcomradek:ComradeK 7 3
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a girl is out of breath :iconcristinewakesuphappy:cristinewakesuphappy 18 15
Literature
the bluebird blues.
some invention of strength bent,
all your hominal heart
pedaled,
crowned forest frowned upon
by the gossip of distant winds
and somewhere,
hills of your streets are depressed
into its soils, imprinted
perdu, faintly, and with all soul
pursuing death—
—the variegate of withdrawals
and departures guided by accidental
avenues of frenzy
(a separation of self disoriented,
organized, then foreigned
again)
your body, a monument to distress,
gifted half asleep:
a requiem of religious rite,
lost record to a road back home.
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Literature
cross fades.
in the sleet
i walk colonized streets trying
to befriend this city: glass dome
shattering to find sky
(smoke for eyes,
forest for thought); and in this public,
moving electrically in kilowatts—
plug me into highrise and music, musings
of hemp or books, plug me
into something fatal by look, like
alcatraz, like ripe leather oil
stains, like the faint
metallic taste of cocaine.
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Literature
lord, the lift.
accidents
are no accidents in this place,
says god, who first allows
and then observes the type of disasters
that exist—
so i fear water out of respect.
i fear our crowds taking
to the streets,
taking to the squares,
past the broken towers, the satellites,
the wild, the weird;
i fear the heart
as a deadweight in suspension,
choices falling between a noose or hands
out, i fear the meaning of tending
to the temple—
(the men of my dreams
guard the gates
to hell)
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Literature
Right
Here's the bad news:
tomorrow
there will be a bird
on your doorstep.
Dead or dying, you think
it has something to do
with me. It does not.
There's the crux
you always think
the bird should rise up
and proclaim its killer,
its savior, should point out
which cat only watched and which
opened its mouth; which cat
is not a cat but a storm
or a window or another bird
and to be honest,
I would like these things too.
But it owes us only its death,
incapable of shaming
our compulsive involvement,
our need to make the bird
about ourselves.
You want to be jury
in an empty room. You want
to hold court
for every little thing
that makes you feel.
                                    The good news:
                                    walking in the woods,
                   
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sepulcher
your body is jerusalem,
he’ll tell you
coveted first, then plundered.
– you’re my backwater bedroom
martyr, he’ll tell you
as he nails your wrists
to bedposts,
seizes your tongue like
a white flag,
pulls stones from your parapets –
little sister,
i’ll tell you
the children’s crusade
is lost:
and you’ll kneel at his sword and know
you were always his
to take
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Literature
coele-syria.
i fell.
we became made of inattention or absorbed space—
hailed imitations. so i abandoned dirt
and fate. our roads have filled, becoming an absence
and civilization all the same, gathered sentences
for stories to shape our states. not all
we winter winters underground, so the call
for an expanse. our moon is airborne electricity,
will soon cool; our streets fail by plane-line
fatality: what we leave behind and what is left of us
are related questions. we are replaced
by the same dirt, used to mass with perfect authority—
our nakedness was necessary, common, still
bleached from the wreck. so we orphaned destiny
(us progeny of voyagers, traders,
the imperfect priest). i ask entire questions
to take this space alone, a kind of violence that
stretches around. we gathered to pick cities and their
rains, a formula for growing it out.
i fell for my mountains,
so long ago. they fell from my home.
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John Leonard
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-Jose Saramago

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Hey all, 

Long time no see!  I haven't been very active on Deviant Art for probably well over a year now but I hope all of you wonderful artists and writers are living great lives and continuing to fill this world with your craft.  As much as I would like to keep submitting poems here, I've found that many publishers won't accept work that has been featured anywhere else, even on DA or a personal blog. Which brings me to the main topic of this journal entry-

Published poet and all-around great guy Austin Veldman has started his own online literary journal called Twyckenham Notes and is looking for wonderful poems to publish in its inaugural issue. I've met some damn good writers on DA and I think this is a great opportunity to have your work appreciated by serious poetry writers/readers. Moreover, if your work is accepted you can earn a couple bucks while also helping a fellow writer get the wheels rolling on his project. Sounds like a good deal to me!

Once again, please consider submitting poems to  Twyckenham Notes  (web link below)


twyckenhamnotes.com/


Thank you all for reading and have a great weekend!
Hey all, 

Long time no see!  I haven't been very active on Deviant Art for probably well over a year now but I hope all of you wonderful artists and writers are living great lives and continuing to fill this world with your craft.  As much as I would like to keep submitting poems here, I've found that many publishers won't accept work that has been featured anywhere else, even on DA or a personal blog. Which brings me to the main topic of this journal entry-

Published poet and all-around great guy Austin Veldman has started his own online literary journal called Twyckenham Notes and is looking for wonderful poems to publish in its inaugural issue. I've met some damn good writers on DA and I think this is a great opportunity to have your work appreciated by serious poetry writers/readers. Moreover, if your work is accepted you can earn a couple bucks while also helping a fellow writer get the wheels rolling on his project. Sounds like a good deal to me!

Once again, please consider submitting poems to  Twyckenham Notes  (web link below)


twyckenhamnotes.com/


Thank you all for reading and have a great weekend!

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cristinewakesuphappy Featured By Owner Feb 19, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
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hey RussianTim! i just would like to thank you 
for reading a little poem called a girl is out of breath.
as one of my first watchers and one of my longtime (most) favorite poets here,
it's always special to have a poem of mine be :+fav:ed by you.
i noticed just now that we've both been here on deviantart for five years.
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RussianTim Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2017  Student Writer
Hey Christine, 

Always a pleasure to get to read your work.  You better never stop writing!  It's been awhile since we last spoke so I hope you're doing well.  
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PoetryOD Featured By Owner Mar 19, 2016
Thanks for watching me :love:
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spoems Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2015   Writer
Thanks for the read.
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Liacri Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the favorite!
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Leiika Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2015
why such username? cheers
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spoems Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2015   Writer
I appreciate the visit.
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bedlamfornow Featured By Owner Sep 7, 2015   Writer
Happy birthday to you! :party: I hope you have a wonderful day, John.
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RussianTim Featured By Owner Sep 18, 2015  Student Writer
Thanks a lot! I appreciate it! (Sorry this is kind of late)
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darkallegiance666 Featured By Owner Sep 7, 2015  Professional Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday!!!!!:iconhappybirthdayplz::iconwineplz::iconchampagneplz::iconflowersplz::iconballoonsplz::iconcakeplz::iconbookplz:

I owe you a note - rest assured that I haven't forgotten you & think of you with great good will & constant admiration of your most wonderful  writing gift/talent, my friend. :iconbouncyplz::iconjoyplz::iconcatdanceplz:
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