The Writer's Bloc

Mexico Rape

stefansir:

not even the compass knows
that I peel an Aztec boy,
his poinsettia humming
to the heartbeat of the plain.

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Day 345

straylovers:

sky high

if i were to objectify you,
could i use balloons?
helium filled highs and
touching the sky, floating
out of the atmosphere
into the starlit centre and i
stand on the ground, swaying
with my feet walking in circles.
could i use bouquets of
red and blue, the way gravity
relentlessly pulled the
strings from my fingertips,
could i mention the ribbons
tied around slender wrists?
and up
up
up and
up
and you are gone. 

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a must

donde-esta-mi-mente:

to fall into
your face
is a must 
for me

lights around
your lips, halos
of wind
around your eyes—

to fall in
a pit of lust
with you
is a must

who are
you and where
did you go?
I must know

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Cling

rumouredtobeaserialnumber:

Wrap my arms
so tight
in the middle of the night,
like we could fuse our
skin, you
could take me 
in, I
need a place to
stay, to
find another
way, you
provide beating
heart, I
find a way to
start, the
compression 

up

a-

gain.

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dervish dance

oscillates:

I never saw anything nearly
as beautiful as the whirling
dervish so

distilled in a continual
move
ment

I’ve been watching
the perpetual spin from
three prisms: historical,
literary, and religious,

and I still stand nonplussed
my mouth Agape
at such an exquisite synergy
between discourses —

a sybaritic art
with spiritual purpose

like a wholesome shiver
or resuscitation 
in the hollowed out river
of our dying culture

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noonecanownyoursoul:

Your love
leaves me with the kind of
warmth
I can only get after
putting on my
sweater
fresh
off of the radiator

You are the
steam heat
of
my
soul.

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zackoval:

the world strikes a strange
hue when I see you;
I see whites on grays
on blacks, 
but never,
I never said
that was bad.
maybe vibrant colors
give me a headache
and you’re the one
to resolve that
by being 
the person
you are, the one that’s
strange to them
and indispensable to me.
you’ve shown that 
a person can know a person
without granting entrance.

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Fitness Program for Poets

insertpropagandahere:

I said “Inspiration is like
A lump of clay - it has to be
Molded. It has to be shaped.”
                      “Inspiration takes time,” You said
                      “Like waiting for a bus.”
Well, honey, I’ve a penchant
            For missing the bus. So I walk
                                                              Everywhere.
               How do you think I stay this thin?
                     A balanced diet doesn’t hurt either
                     Pot of black coffee. Two packs of smokes.
                               Despondency in generous portions.
                    That’s how I stay so thin
                                                That - and walking.

A strong set of legs
              Will get you far. A pretty face
      Will get you farther
                 Which explains why you always
                                                      Have to wait up for me -

-r. miller

49

gracefree:

The strawberries

red, yellow, green

sweet with sugar
unevenly spooned over on top

saved my silence.

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waking up

run-down-verses:

Floating on the breeze
where night and day collide she
dreams herself alive

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A Mailman Visits Norway.

humilination:

A parody.

If my gushing,
Love for myself,
Could sing,
It would belch,
Operas.

Norway seems,
To me a,
Classy country,
To get attention.
(If one was, perhaps,
Trying to write).

In a giraffe,
There are many,
Vertebrae.

That’s deep.

Giraffes can’t,
Survive,
In Norway.

I read that,
In my unborn child’s,
Encyclopedia.

I’m a fucking,
Mailman.
Who’d ever,
Make love to me?

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awomanandherwords:

I once loved a men whose love
Touched me like no other
And for a while we shared a secret
Bigger than our souls
Bigger than the world could bear 
Fitted into each others hearts
We loved with no fear or shame
Our lips shared words of comfort
His love guided me for a while
No questions ever asked
Or doubts ever revealed
And for a while we belonged together
A haven to each others souls
But the day came 
When I needed most
And that man that I once loved
Whose love touched me 
Like no other
Left me only 
With a hole 
In my heart
Where
Once
His 
Love
Existed

 

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