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you don't even say my name by sufficient-cause, literature

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you don't even say my name

paying tribute to this kinetic universe Hands clasped in a sheen of sleep Frothing at the heart- the prayers not believed in, the mercy unasked for, when awake the invention of panic The intentions are there if not crystallized- my skin when bones crackle, electric with pain. secrets can be kept, tongue held, but in the dark when the scratching starts, I'll pretend that you're awake that I'm needed on my feet, knees, back pretending you are awake that my hands are yours pretending you are awake that my hands are mine, my thoughts are mine, my tongue, my control, my secrets, my crackle, but oh you are awake

sleepwaltzer by sufficient-cause, literature

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sleepwaltzer

Courting the possibilities of intentions Do you remember The way? SantaJesusDaddyBigBrotherClause infinitely provided plausible possible answers- comforting carbon dioxide to blow away your fears If you can't be brave, at least pretend- piss in the proverbial wind. Keeping up Apparitions as you prayed monotone, in the dark of your moderate bedroom, before your monochrome dreams nourished your disease. Wake up and dream, baby, they aren't here anymore.

RGB by sufficient-cause, literature

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RGB

My body is the punchline to the joke of my need. there is canned laughter in that look you give so well. In the television addition of our lives dividing dramas and comedies into a timeline both fictional and memorized we have all found a way to relate and compensate. Their children will never know another way we are the middle generation weakened by the knowledge that we are weakened by our use and abuse of our Frankenstein media Yet, we still brag, albeit halfheartedly, of our childhood sitcoms, and which stereotypes we played. How many years has it been since they stopped making new characters? There are equation

the opposite of placation by sufficient-cause, literature

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the opposite of placation

darling, I've done you wrong. finish my sentences you kicked me like the dog I am the joy of getting what one deserves is seldom distributed I rejoice in your perception breakthrough don't let me get away with anything ever again my face is simultaneously dry and wet- stretched and crumpled- feels as though i've just been crying, am still crying, though it's been over twenty four hours since I shattered in your arms oh, reckless abandon I love your soul your face mind hands eyes I could fall in love with just your reflection what little justice it does you did you learn la

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The Collector by sufficient-cause, literature

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The Collector

On the outside, her house was a reincarnation of the American Dream. Happy yellow, white trim, perky flowers, pointed roof- everything was symmetrical angles and cheerful morals. Unfortunately for us, the American Dream is greedy, and those who wake up do so in a state of anxiety, with sweaty sheets and salt on their cheeks. Luckily for us, the outside of her house was in no way indicative of the inside. Inside was magic. When I was 23, I was eating lunch with a friend. We were in one of those cafes with unremarkable pastels on each wall and dessert pictures on cardboard cutouts on each table. He was telling me of his Grandfather Jack, who

can I really? by sufficient-cause, literature

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can I really?

i've loved you before i'll love you again it's that way you know it's the way you grin it's the way you always closed the door it's the way you always pushed for more it's the way we knew what not to say it's just the way it's just the way it was the almost that got me it was the closest i've known but i can refuse to settle and call you home i can refuse to surrender i can refuse to demand i can refuse to ask i know i can

shudder by sufficient-cause, literature

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shudder

we're incapable of being indifferent we're too smart for each other we're too stupid to be together we're non-stop and we mesh like no one's business I hope you stop dancing around it I hope you stop dancing around it I hope someone says something about it I hope someone makes you jealous because they're with me I hope you throw away neurotic bullshit your past all your fucking excuses and just kiss me

you wrote it on her birthday by sufficient-cause, literature

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you wrote it on her birthday

I hope you don't make me say it. I need to know certain things. I need to know if you always knew where you were going. I need to know if any of it was on purpose. I need to know, I need to know. I need to know what you're doing right now. I need to know if you are sorry I was there so long. I need to know if your love for me is growing or on a plateau. I need to know. I hope you remember everything I ever told you. I hope I can change because of you. I hope this rush lasts, but I'm just beginning to realize you were only playing while your other half was away. I'm sorry I feel so used. I try not to make you feel it. I don't know what t

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halo by sufficient-cause, literature

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halo

the curves of your shoulders had shallows "to hold my decision makers" you said & i saw them- miniature devils and angels with horns and halos & your face the arch of your chin was shocking in its ninety-degree perfection but a touch from my thumb could draw it down to my world the cut of your hands through the air accentuating and punctuating your words framing and re-enacting your thoughts the aftershock of your pupils the thrill of your fingertips the rhythm of your laugh i lived for these things.

Hangman by LisleLisleCrocodile, literature

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Hangman

My answer tumbled out mumbled out tiny and bruised warbled like a wounded songbird’s mating call. One three letter word never choked so much before never was meant to be such a blanket statement And – maybe - if I had known you were going to do exactly what I’d hoped you’d do and exactly what you did, I wouldn’t have waited so long to say it. But I did. And so we lay, two long bodies one shrinking, one shaking, on a moldy, molting couch Me, staring at a moving wall of commodified art false gods and lies giftwrapped in carnival colors, talking. Your right arm snaked beneath my head, han

Our Towels by OneMoreFreek, literature

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Our Towels

Our Towels 081206 Last thing I saw leaving was our towels and they looked good, twisted up together. Your bluegreen against my stolen motel white, the way I wish my snowy winter would get woven up with your smoky city spring. Warp and weft pulled tight: index fingers pulling belt loops, your stomach hugging tight against my hips or pressed sweaty to my back. Our towels look good together like our lives would go well together. And I can tell myself I know I'm bein' stupid, wishin' for things I didn't even want til I met you, things I know I ain't ready for. But I think about you leaving and remember you sayin' I don't know how

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Jan 2, 2009

all the maybes I usually don't acknowledge

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Like maybe you still read this. I know you did at one time. That time you said you were afraid, afraid I would get 'caught up' by certain things. As though I were a stranger you didn't know. As though I were someone else's child, one who was malleable, pliable, weak. One who caught phases like they were social diseases, then dropped them much quicker than antibiotics ever could. Was I ever that child? But I'm getting distracted. You asked if I ever got homesick. The way you asked was almost accusatory. The way you asked sounded more like "Do you regret your actions yet?" Your voice was so harsh. I said yes, because I miss the ocean and it

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Mar 16, 2008

what excactly have you learned?

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i'm rather tired. rather ratherly tired. somebody fix this. no? i can fix it myself. i can fix everything myself. I can myself. can myself? oh walt, you've saddened me with your humanity. i know, i know, it's the obvious. little me, with my little dreamschemes, thought maybe you were a god. thought maybe you were a prophet, a madman, a starvation-driven thirsty heady lovely angel of distanced benevolence. you're just like me, only braver, more alone, and quite brilliant. why did you have to fall back on your neurosis? why did you allow yourself the privilege of micromanaging other's impressions of you? why didn't you lock yourself away into

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Feb 6, 2008

oh i tell you something

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my everything was always so justified when i didn't ask if it was worth it sick of each petty drop i just want to hold on when i need to hold on i just want it all too much? what else can i ask? can i ask what in the hell are you ashamed of? amisosmallsosmallishrinkwhenyoushrinkaway. it's ok i'll say it again it's ok i'll say it big i'll spell it out i'll wish i could speak my mind with out you minding IT IS OKAY you still don't see. that night i cried so big. you don't let me cry so big. you don't let me hurt because it hurts you. i don't want to hurt you but i'm so used to not hiding from you. i hide from everyone els