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leftovers
we tore away those nonsensical, evanescent material objects
that packaged our existence like wrapping paper;
they served only as a decoration to make us appear
as more than we were,
in order to sell ourselves to judgmental eyes.
we shed, carefully unzipped our fragile body-suits.
they crumpled to the ground, with not a sound,
taking with them jagged pieces of identity.
we peeled off our onion layers, until we reached a bittersweet core;
its tagalong odor permeated
through our essence.
our crusts cracked. everything oozed out of their gaps of imperfection.
we were relinquished
from the universal turtle's shell that hid our heads and
                        Sheltered Our Selves.
then we were liquefied,
sifted through a filter. we watched our masks get left behind;
they were simply too large to pass through to the other side.
we unclipped the wings of our suppressed pers
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lopsided
it must be difficult for you to see straight,
what with such a lack of
perpendicularity in your perspectives.
all these angles, obtuse and acute,                                                                                                                                              
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I'M SHOUTING OVER STATIC
IF I COULD SCREAM
I WOULD TELL YOU MY LIFE STORY
LOUD ENOUGH TO BREAK THE BIRDS
WE WOULD MAKE LOVE THROUGH NO MORE THAN
LOOKING IN EACH OTHERS' EYES
AND THE SOUND BARRIER WOULD
BLEED BENEATH US BECAUSE
WE HOLD TOO MUCH IN OUR POCKETS
IT'S LIKE BAGGAGE,
A CACTUS-IN-HIDING RIDING OUR SPINES
I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THE FLOWERS
THEIR STEMS ARE AS BROKEN AS OUR BACKS
I AM SORRY FOR THE INTERRUPTION
BUT WON'T YOU HOLD MY HAND
I HAVE NEVER TOLD YOU HOW I CAN'T SLEEP OR HOW
I SEE YOU FINDING ME ON A BENCH IN BOSTON
BUYING ME FLOWERS BUT I CAN'T, I JUST CAN'T
I EXCUSE MYSELF TO GO TO A BATHROOM
AND WRITE YOU A NOTE WITH A TWENTY INSIDE
SLIPPING IT INTO YOUR POCKET AND SAYING
DON'T READ IT JUST YET
THAT'S WHAT MY HEART IS TELLING YOU
DON'T READ IT JUST YET
IT'S WHISPERING AT YOUR EAR
BUT CAN YOU HEAR IT OVER THE STATIC
I WANT TO SCREAM AND TELL YOU
WHEN I WAS THREE YEARS OLD I WORE A YELLOW DRESS
AND HUNG UPSIDE DOWN ON MY SWINGS
MY MOTHER HAS POLAROIDS OF MY BARE ASS
AND I WAS NEVER EMBARRASSED
TOD
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my bones show through
the poison comes in waves.
someday i'm going to be pretty
i won't be afraid of my shadow
with its black silken bulk,
or hide behind the shirttails
of thin penguin suits;
you will be worn
as my mask,
clinging fast
to my face; you will
hide me
from the heads that turn
at the curious
mystery of what is hidden,
burning for its who
and why.
the wanting comes in waves.
someday i will be beautiful
inside-out with my
glittery little organs
basking in empty swallows;
watching the birds on your fingers
flitting through twigs
bleached white
under proud displays of
skin, because
it is so easy
to lie and cover your lips
with a flutter of fingers,
spitting end over end;
oh yes, i am full, bursting to the brim
my stomach does not know
of those leonine roars any longer;
you'll read me, open pages
glassy-eyed, starstruck,
oh wondrous creature,
know my limbs.
i will hold you as you cry,
call you my paper tiger
for the aggressive way you boast
your chest but slip into
unsettled sorrow;
someday you will l
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Photography 101: How to be artistic.
Being a DeviantARTist isn't very easy these days. Since practically every idea out there is already taken, there's no point in being creative. However, you can still be an artist without originality and succeed nonetheless! Some people might call you a copycat, but they just don't understand. The true term is "artistic improvement"!
Here are a few pointers on being a successful photographic artist:
-Anything pretty + the word "love" = artistic.
-If you use the word "hate" you get extra points for being edgy.
-Shoot water drops covered in glitter and you will gain respect.
-Sepia photographs of dandelions will earn you attention and praise for your great artistic insight.
-If your photograph doesn't look good in color, make it black and white.
-If it still doesn't look good, plaster it with textures.
-If you have an object, and you don't know what to do with it, put it on the beach at sunset and shoot photographs of it.
-Taking two pictures of somewhat related things and slapping them n
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Literature
33. expectations
listen to the Future
breathing
down our backs, those
hollow expectations running
into our ears. we tilt
our plugged heads,
pretending
to think while our allergic
brains float so fatally
close to our toxic
blood.
wandering from synapse
to synapse, we hope
to find what we
were born
to do for the rest
of our lives-
but there is a
certain appeal to this
double parked lifestyle we
keep getting fined for
because we refuse to acknowledge
the new decade. we can
say with absolute
conviction that love
is not enough; love will
never be enough, so we
wait for what
comes after, as Tomorrow runs
its bony fingers
down our spines, whispers,
"when the world ends,
will you finally
listen?
"
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is it me or am i never
live some terrible lie
with your terrible feathers
tangled in terrible knots,
the songs of one hundred sirens
bellowing tyrannical to
a sailor, high-strung and set to
sea in waves,
redolent
of the music unfettered by my ears.
it is the way you smile that
makes me want to cry myself to
sickness, to watch the
hunger in your eyes blind even the brightest
stars; just watch my bones
bend into the shape of a cage and
drown me in waves
of dreams ripe with an
overreaching indigo taste.
you make me feel like a cancer,
unwanted and lurking between cratered wings
when i just want to write to myself,
where are your sparkles now, sweetheart?
a dullness seeping through my cells,
the corrosion dances tangled songs
in my bones and i have to pretend
like i don't like it.
no spines remaining whole to quake in
pyramidal twists, all snakes
in my throat;
i want you to feel the fires
i've never felt,
i want you to taste the colours
unknown to my tongue
my mouth becomes a spread
of assorted dinner ghosts.
i
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a static whisper in my ear.
i am sleeping for my thoughts
and this night that breathes never shuts
up. i can hear your voice through the
walls, a crackling of telephone
static without a destination. halfway
around the world through lost
transmissions, i wish for your
particles so i can keep who you
were and the way our memories track
through electrical pathways mean
nothing if they can't make the journey back
home. i've remembered half the things
i meant to forget and none of the things i
meant to say. i can't make heads
or tails of these thoughts of mine or
yours, but we fall asleep anyway to
our circadian rhythms because this
is where love goes to die.
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elastic limit
i break myself a-
part so i can conform to
the world's expecta
(-tions)
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this only looks like love.
dear kite,
i know all you want to do is fly free,
wooden arms stretched wide into the wind,
ride swelling air currents and never stop,
but you know physics would never let you do that,
don't you?
it's not out of spite, you know, that i do this.
if i didn't hold on to you, keep you tethered to reality,
you'd be blown from the sky like a wounded bird,
spiralling into oblivion, breaking your bones
against trees, against roofs, against packed dirt,
beating your fists in frustration until there is
nothing left of you except your splintered
skeleton and punctured skin.
and maybe it's true the world keeps you on a leash,
but it's for your own good, you know.
i'm telling you, i do this because i love you.
you know that, right?
love,
gravity
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Literature
how to fall up.
monday the first.
i swallowed the beating
heart of humanity and lived
the dreams of a decrepit
salesman built on the heartless
bones of society. these
surgeries might fix our
problems but the american dream
is always, always tomorrow. we
are just another part of
this assembly line. i'm thinking,
is it my fault?
tuesday the second.
i want to marry these
sentences together because you
have carved your words into the
walls of my lungs and i can
taste you in every toxic breath
i take from the withering
skies. did you hear it, i
wonder, when the night
broke open?
wednesday the third.
there is a trend toward being
infallible and sometimes all i
need is quiet in my head. maybe
you should stop telling me things
i already know.
thursday the fourth.
something is hidden in the
folds of willow trees and the purity
of stone. sometimes i can't find it, i can't,
so i fill my days with open doors and
living words that say more to
me than pictures ever could, the external
fr
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77. test
a cowardly heart hides behind
the epiglottis, pulsing a hundred miles
a minute while the stomach vomits
glitter and textbook definitions. i am as
calm as a leaf headed
toward rapids, dizzy and unfeeling, or
maybe screaming my head off
inside my head.
--
THIS IS NOT A TEST, I
REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A TEST.
this is your life
staring at you through the mirror's
reflection, two-dimensional and
flat, worth everything
worthwhile, everything repetitive
and redundant. we are
not original, or even original
copies because we rise
and fall to words that last
forever, but we are not forever.
we might be lost
prophets screaming through this
fog, blankets piled high like snowbanks
to keep the outside
where it belongs, and these moments
we touch might be infinite, but
we are not forever.
--
crash land, stumble from
the burning wreckage of your hazy
dreams. bloody and half-alive, we are
ghosts living dead lives. this
might be your life:
how far are you willing to go?
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how to escape yourself.
monday the first.
silence begins to break down
barriers of sound and we are out of phase
with each other. i can't hear you because we
always end together and the sum of us
equals zero. we need to be able to stand
apart and listen.
tuesday the second.
the future is so much closer than our
past and ripples spread unseen toward
eternity, forging forward and backward and
sideways in every direction with the
different lengths of the doppler effect.
we take obvious shortcuts and move in
linear paths, never deviating from newton's
third law, waiting to ignore the stop and
go of traffic lights. i have realized this world
is not ready for me yet.
wednesday the third.
all these concepts take over my days
and i see them everywhere i turn. out of
fuel and out of luck, i am so weary, so
wary of this life, nothing is as it seems.
i have given up on making
sense of the world because nothing
is ever static.
thursday the fourth.
it's like the streets are sweating or
maybe cr
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59. no way out
she walks with her mouth wide
open, catching meaningless
words like a fly trap
for the deaf and the
spider living in her stomach.
she hopes that beauty
will spill from behind her
acidic smile as she
regurgitates ragdoll stories
that will never belong
to her.
--
she watches with her mind wide
open, stealing broken
thoughts to fill the empty
shelves and the spaces between
white noise. she believes
that these ideas are
born beneath her skeleton
eyes amidst plagiarized
sentences and cities
caught unawares by dust
storms.
--
she lives with her heart closed
tight, abandoned to
disrepair between flashing
lullabies and vacancy signs. she's
sure that if she stays inside
this red-walled city, no one will
get in, and no one will get
out.
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front page news
this is going to be the kind of clever poetry you like
to read.
i'll start with some symbolism. it's in fashion,
right?
right now.
the world is crystal;
a crystal (clear) ball nestled in your palm
that you can't see through.
there'll be an enigmatic pause here after
all it worked
for the mona lisa:
too bad she's stuck like that now.
you don't look very impressed. but that's alright,
right?
because i haven't even started with my (oxy)moronic
verse and you wouldn't want to miss out on it.
i feel like i've already achieved something/nothing
just by my transparency
          my translucency
                                                           
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electrifyyx
Maggie
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i'm maggie :) i get really excited when people comment my pictures. haha. i've never taken a photography class beforE. so constructive criticism is appreciated. <3 :

myspace.com/fantalicious.
stickam.com/electrifyyx

oh, and i have an appreciation for people who have a way with words and those who can see things past conventional shallow shit. so if you wanted to talk?

Current Residence: new york.
Favourite photographer: rosie hardy, gnato, ineedchemicalx
Favourite style of art: photography
MP3 player of choice: sony w580i walkman phone ;)
Favourite cartoon character: spongebob&chowder.
Interests
what if there is a city, life in the snowglobe you use as a mere paperweight?
what if you are being observed in a petri dish as well, just like the one you used this afternoon in biology class?

human minds cant grasp ideas/perspectives like these,
just as they can't grasp extreme statistics because they are just numbers. the true reality is far too complex for our brains to comprehend.

________

also, today in church, there was a sermon about sacrificing. immediately afterwards, there was a second collection for offering, after we were all feeling guilty for not sacrificing enough. i realized how much strategy/marketing/manipulation could possibly bebehind the scenes, even in our church. how much blind following there could possibly be. i mean, my church is pretty materialistic. but i don't know, i still want to trust them.


it makes me wonder what else could be an illusion in my life.
  • Listening to: pierce the veil
  • Reading: incredibly loud and extremely close
  • Watching: i want to watch donnie darko
  • Eating: hopefully a sesame bagel later

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