motherfucking douchebagi'll try again. it'll just be different.
~pseudoqueer
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Hello StrangerThere is a bubble in my chest, a welling up of gratitude and passion and lust and fear, pushing against the bones, breaking through wet skin and tasting freedom from this cage.Hello Stranger
We are violent writers, us three. We meet in dark rooms on forbidden nights, slamming the words into rhythm on our partner’s breast, tearing letters and exclamations into the thighs of our dear associate. We love with a love that was long forgotten. We live with a fear of the next morning, with desire for the new beginnings and graceful plotlines, but with the dread of success on another’s part. You wish to hold the beating heart of your neighbor, not he
by ~pseudoqueer
Christmas LightsRainbow light gutters, Blow a kiss to the station. Thank you, dear firemen.Christmas Lights
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SymposiumThe body stands in the park, The mind wanders to the stars. Drag after drag, creating drafts. Maybe I’m too obsessed with death. Maybe I have become so obsessed With life and the diversity of, And culmination into, That I have nothing more certain. Maybe I am the new apprentice, The new void and the new nothing, Stirring fear in the hearts and stomachs Of young girls walking home late at night. Maybe I am under your skin and your nails, Clawing away until I reach your blood, Flowing through veins and heart. Ultimate destination: Mind. Maybe I willSymposium
by ~pseudoqueer
Time MachineI have magical powers, and whether you believe it or not, you do, too. We all do at one point or another in our lives. Maybe they are something dormant, from a long forgotten past which we can only dream about through the ancient dreams of historians, or maybe they are the next step in our evolution – if only we could learn how to use them.Time Machine
Two years ago, I was walking down the street in London, where I was spending a month with some family. It was winter, and what they all say about winter in London is true – it is very, very wet. There is no way around it. It’s not damp, and it’s not just rainy. It is fucking sopping wet.
by ~pseudoqueer
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i hate poetryI hate poetry. I am disgusted when you try so hard to climb To the depths of your soul to pick up a rhyme. I am appalled by trivial similes as much as I get nauseous with pungent green peas.i hate poetry
I hate poetry. I hate the way you italicize OR CAPITALIZE For emphasis. Or how your words engage in Metamorposis.
I hate it when verses are metaphors Of onomatopoeias going bang-bang on my door
If only I can do away with repetition, And do away with repetition And escape! The horrors, of bad punctuation?
I would, in turn
by ~dragfly
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