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"Whoever undertakes to set himself up as judge in the field of truth and knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the Gods."
-- Albert Einstein

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"Novelty"

It’s the sensation of originality           
that moves me...

It’s the feeling of fumbling
around in the dark
the awkwardness of an awe-inspiring moment

It’s the commotion of
the crashing of our lips
-lovely, yet unfamiliar-

It’s the eminent dream
of loyalty....
of value comprising integrity

Compromising some strength
for the chance to be weak
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"Real love"

When we make love for the first time

I hope that it is pleasantly awkward

this will let me know that our relationship is real

and upon noticing this...

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I miss you.
I miss
the thought of you
and me
electricity in your fingertips
golden sheets
all tangled
mouth heart-shaped
on my chest
I felt it within
palm touching palm
(our breath in agreement)
words
not enough words
I miss
water moistening
naked bodies
just discovering
one another
fumbling around
in the dark
tearing posters off walls
whiskey in our mouths
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The warmth ( Read more... )

I want to write 
poetry
like making love
no words
just pink flesh
like bubblegum
sticky and acidic
teeth and tongue
outside luna runs
into bedrooms
through curtains
shut out by eyelids
silver vessels
burst in the night
above nakedness 
cotton and blood

I want to write
poetry
like roses in the snow
a gift
clenched fists
like a lion caged
wandering in the back 
of closets
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.this is my first entry.
Inspiration fuels the words. I'm heavy with it like that empty feeling. 
The muses are emerging from the corners. I unbent them, the corners, and then they appeared.  
The pages are full white space and white space with black words, red words. 
Experience writes the words. Inexperience writes them, too.  
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The following are songs by the artist Emily Haines:

"Shrine To Fast Goodbyes" - Emily Haines

Drinks aside, it's time we tried to stay somewhere.
Take my only souvenir, hold it up high, toss it off the roof.
If it should break, tell me how it sounds when it lands.

Steal time when there isn't enough,
Turn the wheel, I'm backing it up.
Don't feel old, hope I ( Read more... )