July 2012
21 posts
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the night is old, the stars are burning and we are...
Poetic People 2.0 →
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leaveyouapen presents: poetic people 2.0
I want to add a greater depth to this place, this time around I want the people to be read, heard, and seen on their own terms and creativity, with their own words and expressions. Be a part of it.
(this catalog unites and exposes many different writers, poets, and persons so please promote this...
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forgive the boy with the ripped jeans and bruised...
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a day in may
a lady on the subway
told me I wasn’t a colour then.
(pasted in black and white)
i was just a soul with heart and bones
which felt loud and heavy
(i clung helplessly)
in the silences. i was just smoke
in a wildfire, billowing into an empty sky
(slow dancing in the shadows)
waiting for the day the wind would carry me home.
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Haiku of the Day
Smoke me. I dare you.
Light me up, watch me burning;
burning at both ends.
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Haiku of the Day
I’ll fall into you
liquid deep to catch myself
drowning at your feet.
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July 23
that night the wind howled so hard my bones
ached as the neighbours dog barked into it’s whistles
and i imagined you’d stood outside your little beach house,
halfway across the globe, arms akimbo, smiling like
you’d conquered something. and in that moment you had;
me.
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Last night, I dreamt a gypsy held a razorblade...
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Haiku of the Day
Things are now better
without you. No. What I mean
is I’m missing you.
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Untitled Amen: For Those Who [Like Me] Struggle In...
God, if you’re there.
Know I’m searching for you in rosary beads
and bloody mary’s and back alleys and sock drawers
and in his fists and headlights in the dark
This cross. It’s heavy. My neck
can only hold so much. My spine is close to snapping.
Do you love the cacophony of my heart against my ribs,
the cracking of spinal discs. Is this what you wanted?
My body is...
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Soundbite
If a tree falls in a forest
and no one is there to hear it,
does it make a sound?
Or is it condemned into silence,
it’s last breath forgotten in neglect?
I don’t want my last words
to be lost in nature’s labyrinth.
I want to whisper them in your ear
so they turn into ghosts that haunt you;
let them clank their chains in your skull
until they pass through the walls of...
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Your mind is a song I used to love.
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Lady Lazarus
Monday.
*
She tells me she’s started to wear the scars
left behind by my father like freckles. She holds
them to her face and splays her hands across her cheekbones.
She lays sideways cuccooned in a blanket of memories,
in a bid to remember how it felt when he held her.
Tonight, I close her bedroom door as though
it is a tomb stone. Tonight, she is Lazarus.
*
Tuesday.
*
At dawn...
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Haiku of the Day
I am most alive
in barely sculpted places;
places like your arms.
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Toast
Here’s to the hope we carried on the planes of our chests
before our bodies grew bosoms, before hips flared out full circle,
before we fell prey to starved eyes of men,
before we knew vultures could be human.
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to hong kong
your bright lights don’t hide
the demons i find in your shadows
nor do they show you the starless sky
dancing above your head
in iridescent opulence.
i see you blinking the out noise
in the highways of your chest.
you and me,
we’re both raging insomniacs
in need of sleep.
we need to sleep, my dear city,
you need to sleep.
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hell bent: a series of haikus [part one]
she lets her tongue run
over him like the ridges
along a chipped tooth.
***
he kisses her once,
square on the mouth, his large hands
balled into tight fists.
***
they say their goodbyes.
her feet walk off of the ledge.
he stands. she’s tumbling.
***
in his apartment
he remembers she tasted
like cigarette smoke.
***
they’re both yearning for
the heaven they felt. each...
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Things He Says to Me [Part One]
1.
I want to hug your knees
like rugby socks. I don’t care if
I’m all frays and mismatched cotton,
there are few things I will hold onto;
you are one of them.
2.
Sometimes a full moon
looks pretty. Sometimes it’s light
burns through my iris and into my skull
searching for traces of you. The moon,
it looks pretty tonight.
3.
Our bodies are hymns
the gods created when...
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Haiku of the Day
“teleport to me”
he said. and i closed my eyes
reaching out for him.
You guys are always complaining about how you...
