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scratchpoetrythis isn't art don't confuse prolific with insomniac
i'll etch my worry onto my rib cage and call it a farce sometimes i only sleep because it's inevitable and why fuck with a good thing? i contemplated suicide with the windowsill cheering me on
jump, jump they'll have a parade give you a shallow grave with rats for pallbearers and at least the sun will always show up at mourning
but i'll just sleep it off like a coward and probably hit the snooze button come noon scratchpoetry
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thiefpoetwatchdogit's been so long that i need to peel the words off my tongue it fights me everytime and is raising the rest of my body against me my wristbones grind my pen to a halt
my organs are mad that i'm giving away their secrets and my brain won't let me sleep it's afraid of the freedom in dreams and my eyes filter out blue light the sky looks like shades of blinding white and grey and my rainbows aren't as interesting
i've got legs that won't stop kicking, fish out of water out of breath having an out of sight out of mind out of body experience &n thiefpoetwatchdog
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the film of skin between dawnit's 3 am and i'm spitting into empty wine bottles and toasting my health
there is no truth in the film of skin between dawn and night and i've been counting the hours on my toes so i could keep biting my nails and holding my breath hoping that my heart beats whatever it's racing against
i know i've been here too long because the television is no longer a comfort and i've had the best conversations of my life with the cracks in the floor they teach me about judging the emptiness in others
i try and maintain silence but my lungs insist on their noise and i d the film of skin between dawn
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rantthe relevence of my words is not present in nouns and verbs i am not meaning but light made into passion made to fashion new clothes from this
all too human skin maybe i'll give it to the emperor as a wedding gift and forget the myth -- he'll be fully dressed to impress drop out constituents and absentee ballots this isn't political this is personal and i don't expect payment or a wife at home waiting to ask how my day went i only expect to live and die -- and i might not even be living so well maybe this heart is just death's ab rant
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Current Residence: A hole, inverted.
Interests: Music, not dying.
Favourite movie: you'd be bored,
Favourite band or musician: or wouldn't care.
Shell of choice: A shell of a shell.
Wallpaper of choice: Yellow.
Tools of the Trade: Pictures burned into my eyelids.

Website: http://www.hello-internet.blogspot.com
AIM: truth ad hoc

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`radiophonic Apr 26, 2006, 11:07:35 AM

Thank you for the appreciation and support.
Be sure to keep an eye on the forums here to talk to other people in the current writing scene.

Always keep an open mind.

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Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.

=Bark Apr 26, 2006, 1:11:48 AM

thanks for the watch. you have some very original poetry up so far, maybe i'd better keep an eye on you as well.

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meet me at the back of the black bus...

~R-u-D-d-Y Apr 25, 2006, 7:20:28 PM

thanks for the watch!
i'm returning the favour, but i warn you--i'm a slacker.

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_{...life's not a bitch; she's just sick of being personified...}