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Counting Flaws in a RopeCounting Flaws in a RopeCounting Flaws in a Rope
We're born of the earth Laden in pine needles Rocked in the arms of lilies and lullabies
We're set on swing sets of discovery And told to swing ourselves To count the bells on churches And the cracks in teacups
There are consequences for choices Antigone's condemnation Walled in until that rope
We're made to watch corpses rot Or wash the dirt from between our fingers To abandon the city Or abandon the family
We pluck guitar strings and feathers Wallowing in achievement And fleeting p
by ~Nefiret
Shit, I've CrashedShit, I've crashed again.Shit, I've Crashed
Just like when you're eight and you call 911 and expect the police never to come and fucking check up on you
But they do
Or when you're drenched with rain and that prick of a rainbow shines brighter than you've ever seen before
It always does.
And your mistakes leave you legs dangling Your fingers in that tingling sleep And there's a tumult of broken glass in your mind screaming You've fucking failed again
by ~Nefiret
Numbers"2" His hands are folded in his tattered pockets, Tucked in with paper clips and the watch he never woreNumbers
"10" He's wrapping his arms around his knees And examining the holes in his shoes, Connecting the dots between freckles and red fabric
"9" He's counting numbers and sheep Catching falling stars with his lips And waltzing across the floor with nothing but buttons and dimples,
Buttons and dimples and me.
by ~Nefiret
Something Like DecadenceSomething Like DecadenceSomething Like Decadence
last night I dreamt of buttons I was a man with harmonica lips you were the number six [six] cracks down your broken spine I swam in Atlantis and pulled the scales off the tender fish I plucked them like feathers one by one so I could hear each of them scream I was watching the dirt collect under my fingernails and telling them thanks for the memories
but I was n
by ~Nefiret
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- Current Residence: Oregon
- Interests: writing, laughing, dancing
- Favourite movie: Slumdog Millionaire, Donnie Darko
- Favourite photographer: Andy Warhol
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- Favourite game: Zelda
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- Personal Quote: Feet, who needs them when we have wings?
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poetry is for fags
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Feet, why would I need them if I have wings?
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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Feet, why would I need them if I have wings?
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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Feet, why would I need them if I have wings?
I like poetry a lot and i know it is hard to build up a watch base sometimes with it. Ill join the club and look forward to your future submissions
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i bleed you in colors of harmony and desire; my song for the troubled
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Feet, why would I need them if I have wings?
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BT.
"The truth knocks on the door and you say, "Go away, I'm looking for the truth," and so it goes away."
— Robert M. Pirsig
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle maintanance
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