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Jesse
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Journal p529Your eyes, a kind of brown I dare not describe, because to sayJournal p529
they are ambers washed in the raw seawater greens would be obsessive, I am so eager to take you in, your soft hair, pale skinned face so easily flushed, embarrassed, resistant like your facial hair's subliminal feedback, the pricking as if to say no, you don't
actually want me.
by ~xiccibanx
Body-Fear -draft 2-Grandma doesn’t want my hand, she says, “it’s too heavy, don’t put another burden on my body.” How does love become a burden? The weight of tender body heat; suffocation—Body-Fear -draft 2-
I asked him to climb on top of me as the sky outside the window was getting dark, his chest against mine, my hands pinned, but I could not recreate that cold, black atmosphere where even warmth, body, and love, is scary.
by ~xiccibanx
Her X-rays -draft 2-She had me feel her stomachHer X-rays -draft 2-
once, at home, when she first complained about the discomfort. It was warm,
too warm, as if it contained the body heat of two people.
She said something angry is growing inside her, impatient hands, small and multiple, pushing against the
skin, almost stretching it—
The x-rays showed
images of her chest,
her abdomen, her pelvis, and the spots,
more spots than what I remembered.
Her belly a garden
of many self-pollinating flowers, black and white,
each blossom a hand
of pain
by ~xiccibanx
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Journeyby ~Fenrir1987
TelemachusIt doesn't help me, Dad, That your House is so exalted. In fact, you cast a long shadow - Making me blind to the world, The world blind to me. You hoard and feed on the glory; There's never any going free.Telemachus
I can't escape your name, Tales of you permeate Attica: Cyclops, Calypso, Charibdys, The sirens and Hades' gaze. I tumble short of your shadow.
I've tried to polish you, Some reflected bask But your silhouette haunts every achievement: Telemachus, always overcast.
"Telemachus?", they ask, "Who is he?" "Oh, the son
by ~tscantle
petals are fingers of flowersEvery time I hear the sun whisper from under sheets between us, she's a sentimental-sounding soft-spoken drunk dying to live the rest of life in the sky, with me there too. "Savior to green," I called her jokingly, between kisses while she wailed the words "happy and sunshine are simultaneous, and you are beautiful with those hazel eyes." Few woman could see the world without cones, and one could feel my heart spell out colors of the sky. She would water the ground without taking her hands or eyes away from me, skipping stones and flowers for childhood back rides and  etals are fingers of flowers
by ~kiwibutt
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- Current Residence: New York
- Interests: Reading, writing, fine arts, figure skating
- Favourite band or musician: Slipknot, Andrea Bocelli, Josh Groban, Damien Rice, Iron and Wine.
- Favourite genre of music: Classical and rock
- Favourite poet or writer: Doty, Plath, Masini, Lisicky, Howe, Ginsberg, Olds, Cummings, Homer, Dante
- Favourite style of art: Dadaism!
- Operating System: Windows
- Favourite cartoon character: Doraemon
- Tools of the Trade: Pencil
- Website: http://jessekopoetry.blogspot.com/
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