March 2010
2 posts
it's silly wa's the winds are strewin'
A plain flat tone lingers somewhere to the north, and wind pushes itself along the curved bottom of the earth. The trees shake a little, teasing the leaves, tempting them to drop. Amidst those leaves who daringly drop down and the wilting, floury skies I can’t stop thinking about the simple things, about fuzzy memories and knitted cardigans. The door to the garage had been left slightly open and...
wow, word banquet truly seems to have been lost amongst everything. i apologise greatly for the lack of well, anything… i think in a short or long amount of time this will again amount to something but before that i need to talk to the other contributors and see how they feel about it.
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-sarah
January 2010
1 post
You look quite dashing, standing there by the door. You’re practically raping me with your eyes, why don’t you just come over here and introduce yourself? We could talk a little, and dance out on the ballroom floor. And you could caress my neck and I could rest my head on your shoulder while you hummed the notes to the song we were dancing to. You might just get a big smile on your...
December 2009
16 posts
People change
joshwhittle:
We sit and stare at living rooms that we can’t afford We’ll make plans that won’t happen just because we’re bored I’ve changed, and so has everybody else I’m no longer sitting alone on the shelf I’ve evolved, and become somebody new Compared to what I was a year ago or two I’m still the same on the outside of course For instance, I’ll never ever purchase a Porsche I still have one...
they bomb the skyline nightly
i dream tangerine
skylines, bright
and whole-
some dreams are better than others.
(frankih.)
director
i try and imagine you in your hospital bed. what are hospitals like in cambodia? i close my eyes, and picture white walls, green outside the window, and you - you skinnier than when you left, the respirator on your face, your hair maybe longer than the last time i saw you.
the last time i saw you, you were swearing because you couldn’t find dan, and you were supposed to be at the airport...
I love your work, you’re a genius, I don’t get how you don’t find it tedius, Doing the same thing, day in and out, Finding inspiration by just lazing about, Roll another spliff, light up and blow rings, You always got happiness off the little things, Relax your body and let your soul drift, Travel through time and space rifts, Beauty is found in every person, Don’t wallow in self pity, or it will...
The way your eyes wander. I like it. I like the way you can give me a single glance, but in that glance there’s a world of thoughts and interest. Your eyes, they’re an entrance to your soul, but only for me. I know you better than anyone. You could ignore me for weeks, but I’d still be closer to you than anyone ever will be. I like this. I like the fact I can know so much about...
The girl I adore is a filthy whore
Long legs, big breasts, Pretty face, floral dress, Ginger hair, pale skin, Video games, I’ll let you win, Blue eyes, plump lips, Hypnotized by those hips, Flat stomach, perfect nose, Your stomachs alright, I suppose, Light voice, cute laugh, Your favourite thing is bubble baths, Late night films and ice cream, I love it when I make you scream.
(Josh)
goodbye.
anything there, was fated to end. bruised not once, but twice again. just like seasons, shifting back into each other we couldn’t stop the pattern as lovers. the days passed quickly weather was changing and so were we. summer’s dry heat, like breath on my cheeks fall’s crisp air, wandering eyes despair winter’s sterile snow, hands wandered below spring’s rainy days,...
i pick at the skin on the end of my fingers and the waves lash at my feet. my shoes are strewn where the pebbles and the sand clash and the water is soaks into my jeans. the view is worth the bitter cold.
you sit next to me. your cardigan is pulled round your thin frame and your teeth chatter quietly. you smile at me. your knees are against chest but your hand reaches out to mine. we touch.
we...
Fire Fanned.
You don’t want to speak to me, and I guess I understand. In the past we didn’t last, and you felt the pain firsthand. Now that I’m in desperate need to have my fire fanned, You no longer wish to feel my kiss; or let our love expand. These days and nights are awfully bland, and it’s sad for me to say, That since I’ve walked away from you, I haven’t...
My life couldn’t even be scripted.
It’s like I live in this really shitty indie film that people only paid any attention to because the soundtrack was so epic. I have these quirky friends who’d rather spend their time getting high and playing with pinatas than to give a shit about school or the future.
I’ve got these parents who use the word “cunt” as a term...
Today was going to be a bad day, I knew that when I woke up. It wasn’t because I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. It was because I woke up to the screams of my parents, yet again. Their shouting didn’t help my headache, but I guess binge drinking has its repercussions; it was a good night though. They were arguing about me, mother was defending me, dads just an alcoholic, so now you know...
I hurt you.
Three words I’ll probably never get past. It took me months to convince you I wasn’t like anyone else. That I’d never ever hurt you like the other girls in your life had.
Who knew hipocracy could be this unsettling.
(rachel)
I can feel the blood beat in your neck as you hold me close. I feel your warm breath echo unto my shoulder. I breathe in the frozen air, the heat causing the cold air around me to create steam. I breathe in, I take in everything around me in this moment: the atmosphere, your smell, the feeling of your arms clasped tightly around me. I don’t want to let this go. I don’t need to let...
two mates, no captain
we commandeered the wreck of our the night by taking whiskey to overpass. we sat up on the concrete slope under the bridge, and waited for a train to come. the cars flying by over our heads sounded like flies.
i lit up two smokes. i’ve always lit your smokes, a hold over from chivalrous days i’ve never lived through. the stars never come out in this city, but pale blue moonlight fell...
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i look into your eyes. it’s obvious from the bloodshot veins which spiral from your pupils that you haven’t slept in quite some time. you look truly awful. your hair is splayed across your shoulders and is static from your pillow. your pale skin is dirty and you smell distinctly of sweat.
“i love you.” my words are quiet, as if they are hiding in shadows.
the look on your...
November 2009
43 posts
memories.
That pull-out couch of yours was the most uncomfortable thing I’d ever had the pleasure of sitting on with you. None of the cushions fit right, the bars underneath poked me endlessly, and it squeaked whenever I made the slightest of movements.
Still, it was where I felt the safest.
I can still remember our first kiss. You were wearing that brown sweatshirt of yours that you wore at least...
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I want to lie in bed with you and tell you every little thing I want. And you’ll kiss my forehead and say “I’ll get it for you, my love.” And then I’ll wrap my arms around you and we’ll close our eyes and think wonderful thoughts; thoughts about living together and getting married and having children. And a Marilyn Monroe record will be playing softly in the background....
internal monologue OR divorce poems vii
it’s cold out; the wind cuts right through my coat, and i’ve left my scarf at home, intentionally. i want to get sick. i need an excuse not to go out.
that being said, it’s true you took half our friends with you in the divorce. don’t even try to deny it, you did, and now i don’t go out half as much as i used to, which is good because i’m miserable anyway.
i...
i lived in a house full of cobwebs. (they grew from the corners and smothered us as we slept.)
our heads are full of the sparkling webs. (crept through our ears while we lay in bed.)
we tossed and turned as the spiders crept. (in our dreams was when we met.)
we really wish we hadn’t said. (the lies which haunt us in our heads.)
(sarah.)
I wrote this on the train yesterday
I sat there with my head against the window, eyes closed tight, listening to my iPod attempting to drown out the racket of other commuters. The second Bloc Party came on shuffle I could tell something beautiful just happened, a smile played on my lips and I opened my eyes. Sitting opposite me were a couple in their late thirties, I could tell they were in love. It wasn’t because they were...
Living in a generation, where fashion is our identification one maybe searching for the one but will never be found, since they may not be wearing the proper attire ‘that they desire Cause beauty is in the eye of the beholder, where love is as close as a tap on the shoulder and with so many choices, people should be blind cause the only thing that matters in fact is to keep your self...
we met the leaders at a coffee time; they were to take us to the rave, an illegal thing being thrown with a generator in some abandoned factory. i’d never been to this part of downtown before, and i could already feel the ecstasy in my stomach.
with a parade of strangely dressed kids - how many of them were younger than me? how many of them were on harder drugs? - we followed our leaders...
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“I wish for you, the brightest star that you’ll ever see.” That lyric is amazing. I know it’s all over now, but I promise, all I want for you is something amazing. I’m sorry I wasn’t the wonderful, bright star, who could turn your life around, but I’m sure you’ll find it somehow. You deserve the world. You deserve a smile that could stretch from ear to ear, on your beautiful, youthful face. You...
the past and the pending.
PROLOGUE
“Uhm, t-thank you all for coming…”
It had been only a moment, and already my face burned red with embarrassment. I couldn’t spit the words out fluidly, and this speech wasn’t even the hard part. No, the hard part would be saying nice corny things about Trevor while a couple hundred eyes devoured my every move knowingly.
I took a deep breath and began to tell a...
I'm flying away.
Once again, I’m flying away. To think, only eleven months have passed since the last time I abandoned my perch, in search of a familiar resting place. Every trace was left behind, as I rewired my mind to define at a different pace. So you can relate. So I can rely. It’s easy to die. It takes a true bird of prey to swoop and sway, and take what isn’t easily gained. ...
we sit staring blankly. as if it would be a waste of words to fill the silence which had crept upon us so unexpectedly. we didn’t want this news and had never prepared for it. yet when it came hell did not break loose. the opposite happened, a chilling peace swept over the usually hectic and noisy house and we were left to drown in our own thoughts.
we never thought this would happen so soon. we...
blink, inhale, exhale.
shit, is he here?
you put your hands to your face as the light clashes with your eyes. it’s too bright. you look to your side. he lays there quietly, almost as if sleep is the most peaceful place he’s been. his chest moves with his breath, almost calming you from your previous panic.
it isn’t enough. your shoulders drop.
thoughts rush through your head...
“We need to talk.” Those four words can change your life in a matter of seconds. You know what’s coming next; you know what’s going to happen. Inside you, your heart drops to the pit of your stomach and an aching feeling spreads across. It’s hurting like hell and it hasn’t even happened yet. He takes your hand, you try with all your strength to pull it away, but the love for him inside you keeps...
if we were to go away for a day, just one day. leave. where would we go?
would we run off and hold hands? escape from everything which sucks the happiness from us and leaves us bone dry, fragile and alone.
where would we go? would it be somewhere hot? where our sweat would make patterns on our clothes and sunburn would grace our shoulders.
would we find shade under a tree? would it would branch...
it was written like a whisper. the words floated in the moment and hung on her quickened breath. they were not unusual or uncommon words to write, but can cause worlds to crash and leave shrapnel in their victims. for others, they can create a display of hope, fading too quickly and masking things in which the reader once hid.
some state they are written too much and meant too little. they...
Yawn
Stop licking your lips, it’s arousing, especially when it’s followed by a biting of the lip, which is so hot. I’ve only known you for a week, we met in the dinner hall, you made a joke about my burrito, “y’know, burrito’s are a sleeping bag for ground beef,” which was shortly followed by your smile, holy fuck, that smile, it still gives me butterflies. If...
the rolling hills skim past my eyes, the train rattles and i begin to think of you. i don’t mean to place you higher than you feel is right, but life dealt me my cards and you are my joker. i hold you close to my heart because to place you on the deck would be a move wasted and a game lost from the start.
(sarah)
you scribbled upon my hand today. the ink lays upon my skin, it smothers what ever hides beneath the layers. (why don’t you ever take me apart?)
i am not hard or full of rough edges. time wore away my bitterness and life drained the hate from my veins. i am only what you make me or mould me into. i cannot change your perception of me. i can only pluck the layers of me which i like and...
letters
asher
from the desk of asher:
I’m pretty sure I’ve discovered a new emotion. Okay, well maybe it’s only new to me. Either way, I don’t like it.
I get it when I see her now. First, it’s a rush of adrenaline because that’s how I always felt whenever I saw her unexpectedly. After that, it’s like this immediate downgrade to sadness because I know that I can’t be happy when I see her anymore. This...
letters
ruby
Dear Diary,
We fought everyday last week, so now we’re not on speaking terms. I stopped making the rules, and now I just abide by them. My friends have more contact with him now than I do. I’m not so much jealous as I am envious. Shit. That’s the same fucking thing. God, I’m moronic these days. It’s basically like, I wish I could be over there cracking jokes with him instead of sitting...
letters
asher
From the desk of Asher:
She called. Okay no, she begged me to call her via text and then finally I just gave in like I always do and let her call. She cried the whole time. Every single word out of her mouth stung. She always did know how to get to me. Before her, I couldn’t look at a girl with any interest for more than five minutes. Then she waltzes into my life with her weird phrases...
letters
PART ONE
ruby
Dear Diary,
It’s been exactly three hours since I got home from school. There isn’t any more makeup left on my face which I guess saves the hassle of having clean all that shit off. I’m currently sitting on my bed Indian style with my phone on my thigh. The volume is as high as the thing will allow, so in case he tries to contact me, I can get right on that.
He’s not going to...
letters
“You know I love you right?”
For a moment, my heart pulled in that tender way that it does whenever he says things like that.
For a moment, the only thought that could occur to me was that he was just apologizing for the distance he’d forced on us the past week.
For a moment, I was in the perfect relationship.
“But, I’m breaking up with you.”
In a moment, a matter of two seconds I went from...
love, don’t go
as you are in comparison to the birds in the sky; the songs they sing are mere lullabies to the tune of you.
it plays softly in my head like a heartbeat (without it i may shard)
love, please stay
you are the stars to me; constellations guide my heart through the ghosts in which lurk my past.
the link between us (it was written in the sky)
love, lets run
as we are two...
Disenchantment.
I had no idea what was going on. It was all a blur; a quick flash of what was about to happen. Slow motion traveling at it’s quickest speed. You pushed open my bedroom door and stepped inside, not even awaiting an invitation to come in. I closed my book without my bookmark and tried to speak, but you held up your hand, asking me not to speak; not to ruin the moment. You placed a warm hand on...
the fucking epic roadtrip; and other stupid shit
CHAPTER ONE: Get your combat boots off the dashboard, you’re squishing my happy meal
Staring out at the dusty road, feet propped against the dash of Scotty’s pick up, Kent Chambers felt a strong sense of calm envelope him. Most people said that after getting stoned they felt as if they were permanently paranoid, and that someone was out to get them. But that wasn’t the case for Kent. He...
i looked into the mirror and saw my eyes stare back into me. i looked scared and the words came out muddled,
“in love with you, i am in love.. fuck. fuck this.”
maybe i didn’t want to admit it to myself yet or maybe it was just the thought of what you would say when i told you.
if only i could show you. take your hand and walk to the edge of the world and just hold you there...
The wind whistles through my ears. I look below me. Nothing. Oblivion. My escape route. I feel detached, almost emotionless. It scares me. I start singing to myself. Behind me, I can hear voices, but I am not worried. They are on the trail, far behind. The wind still thrashes loudly and violently. It is cold. I suddenly notice this. In my t-shirt and jeans, I am being battered by the icy wind. I...
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He opened the door for both of them, still kissing her intensely on the mouth. She turned her head for a second to lock the door before completely focusing back on him. She got chills running down her spine along with goosebumps that followed, which he immediately noticed and rubbed his warm hands up and down her arms. He picked her up underneath her knees and carried her to the white bed in the...