The Writer's Bloc

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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takethetitle:

midnight poems
are like
unidentified animals
silhouetted against
the sojourn
streetlights and
roaming headlights,
evading eyes,
flashing under
the wheels,
vanishing in
the hedges.

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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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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

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blueejay:

my name came apart 
in your mouth, blew out 
like a candle, a ghostly 
fume lingering in air
as if to acknowledge
it was ever there.

the body next to you,
incredulous, asks me
you respond to that?

i remain unperturbed,
wondering if some
unspoken crime has
been committed, but
only coming up with a
shrug.

it’s only a name,
is it not? should 
it have mattered
more?

Jazzy’s Note: Love!

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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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Spend the Night

suicideandcheese:

It is just snow.
Footprint forth,
footprint back.
And I’ll cover it
like I do all winter.
I kill winters and
grow beards and
finalize my eyes.

It’s after 1 a.m.
and I’m the only
one looking about.
Everyone could
gain. But the stars
only lie for a few.
They only speak
if you’re out.

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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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Losing Tempo

lonestardown:

I can’t stand that
these phone calls
forbid me
to gaze into your eyes.
But I’m already lost
within the minutes
as the hours
swiftly tick by.
I feel the gears
of time’s hands
fall even farther
behind its pace.
I can’t imagine
what would happen
if I saw the hazel
behind your cornea displays. 

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