the idea is small. make it be a poem.
send me your small poems. i'll publish them. firstname.lastname@example.org or post one yourself, in the comments.
sunset hang me she said, so i did. upside down, pullingher hair out of her face so shecould see.i had a scrunchie, tiedred tresses in a bunredder yet from her heart runsher blood.aloneshe hangs alonei left her there, her hair entwined with other carmines likemy love
Into the washing machineI've never really minded thatfeeling like cascading intouncertain futures or all thehours spent sleeping withinsunbursts of divergingclarity. Oh, yesI am quitemyselftoday.
love is not a blue cellall greasy with who should be calling wholove is not how much can you send/spendlove isgetting pissed off because you no longer have his version ofI Wanna Be Your Dog& can't bounce off of his words to write things you actually like and keep guarded
cut the ciggy butt, the lonely blank skin, where underneath a city with blue millions run? or maybe a worm, who will grow a new heart, dark as soil, rich as dirt.or the extra s in cheeks smiling wearing dimples thin? i think the 'sunset' poem rocks!
i would like to if possible change, 'dirt' to 'blood'
i don't understandwhy you want to take magicout of my world.you have your own boxstuff it full of doubt.or discovery. it's about point of view--spellme some miracles from the moon.
woah these are coolhttp://englishrussia.com/index.php/2010/04/19/russian-masterpieces-animated/#more-12515
and these... rice art
What the dream holds a sieve holding water, with damptraces of a kind of passageso I wake, without cluesjust a taste of something havingbeen there, dry and bitter on the tongueLife, no rain barrow,usually, holds only a glimpse2two red birds dartingabove the cat watchyour glass of wineheld by the stemin the late afternoon lightsoon the dark and whisperingmemories, crunch of leavesclosing the door on the day
chopsticksthere are good linesin there, like mushrooms among noodles
what is the 'fell of dark'?scanning the edgeor just forgetting to log out?
did i ever look like i wantedto be someone alone?
message from a dreamyou were shaved and bloatedsaid i'm leaving in august.why not now? you didn't answerjust shook your head as if i werepretending to care. augustyou repeated. i thought mani better start saving the rent.
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