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Cheers,
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
Random Favourites
RainLead in life by the pain Of another day lost Another day gone We fall forever into the shame Can you find yourself once you're gone In the middle of the crowd In the middle of their game We're all just pawns Floating forever In the sea of never ExistingRain
As you look up into the sky Can you feel the rain Falling down on you Falling down on me Will you find a place to hide As everything slips away Or will you be left Standing in the rain
Falling into induced madness From their lies From their ways Leav
by *Embrace-the-Flames
spiritual orgasmErrant flute scale pierces my reverie. As I lift my gaze, numerous scenes capture my attention:spiritual orgasm
The box-shouldered bartitone blots sweat from his brow, while brooding over the score of his impending solo.
Shine-waxy woodwinds (bassoons and clarinets alike) catch and hold filmy light, as happy tools personify
glee at their approaching moment.
Balding brass players commiserate and conjecture &
by =anextraordinarygirl
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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/
- AIM: icciban2k
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