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Satori

Day-to-day living Is a solveable riddle Like the one in the past Posed by the Sphinx: An endless yin and yang Of cold white cigarettes And hot black coffee. Scintillating. Titillating. Everyday existence Comes with sticky commitments Like a blue-green dragonfly Caught in a pool of pitch. The dynamics of dualism: Lacy-winged life humming. Black tar death droning. Titillating. Oscillating. Business ups and downs. Natural highs and lows. Sexual ins and outs. Talk runs pro and con, So fashions flow. Secrets still stand strong, But now I know I know. Oscillating. Vacillating. 1976

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Number 15 of many

I walk and I hurt the sound of broken parts is the one of the soul and that is what I see if only they could flow like new wishes of turning deaf because I hear them now that everything persists and in this depth they convince me I am blessed I open my arms and fall in the abyss something I long for truly and something I truly long for. I walk and I hurt the letters came small and that is how I feel where do they go the old pieces of myself because I need them now that the void exists and in every step they drill whatever is left and I don't even know anymore if it is something word-worthy or something unworthy of words.

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Interlude b

Photographs. So many photographs. Smiles. Real smiles. Fake smiles. Loud music. Everyone singing the same song, each for a different reason. Everyone searching for a home in a note, a lyric, a chord. Some of us just belong in the road. In a street light, in a park tree, in an untuned guitar, in a sand of a beach, in a sky of a galaxy. The capturing of the moment. Not to miss. Not to forget. How we were, what we did, how we passed the time. Real moments. Fake moments. Pictures alive. A girl in a white tee and black leather jacket, looking like she doesn't care at all, although she does, smiling. That crooked smile covered under her trademark red lipstick. She looks mean, always ready for it, carrying her somberness in her eyes, calling out a silent "help me", searching for a home. Trying to be found, cause she's lost. Wanting it all. Hands up in the sky, here and there, holding tight, letting go. Some people we know, some people we don't anymore. Some people we thought we knew.

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The Playlist

One of the things I always liked about Sonama was their rooms weren't clinically cold. None of the stark white cabinetry and walls I saw at other places I had checked out. While they all used the standard beds and plants, Sonama felt more natural. Like stepping into the guest room at a quaint bed and breakfast, with warm textured walls and overstuffed duvets surrounded by small floral print curtains. My room had colorful quilts piled on top of an antique armchair besides a mirrored dresser, with stuffed bears and quirky knick-knacks crowded into all four corners. The plants and flowers were real, too, and you could smell their freshly watered

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Far from Perfect

I cannot stand hypocrisy, though I know I'm guilty of it. I care nothing for dishonesty, but I've told a lie or two. I do not condone betrayal, yet I've set a few fires along the way. I would never blame another if the blame was mine to take. My intention was never to hurt you, but it happened just the same. I do not expect forgiveness, I doubt I could give it either way. I would never claim perfection, though I am a perfectionist. It means I never finish anything, because I'm never happy with how it ends. So I guess you could say I'm far from perfect. I would certainly agree. At least I'm honest about it, just as sure as the word

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Number 15 of many by Cherry9amber, literature

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Number 15 of many

forever general by Emmaessence, literature

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forever general

Whether it be the overwhelming, teeth gritting anger or the excitement, on in some case both to the army of imaginary and persuasively perverse, creative desires it feels incredibly like a sense of steps for an endless set of nights ones of the long march There are no, neither shriek nor screaming songs just a militaristic boil deep within that’s what it feels like Forever general forever colonel absolute emotional admiralty treaty That picture-esque moment that split second seeing it, the instance of feeling where the expression or emotion is suddenly felt, the start of it to capture it like the guns, fires, the works going off… I feel the battle at that intersection of time at full force either hit by or expressing it…. that immediate high… Who needs the uniform that’s only an accessory to go with what’s buried deep within you….

We Take Visitors Again by Moonbeams, literature

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We Take Visitors Again

After Map The roads have always been in us, in the way the repetition of spoons against china hums us into ourselves, in the way the company flies by like shadows of the foliage we missed; in the foot sinking into the heavy ground of a sun-saturated room -- how where we've been is only defined by how the corners and routes angle their way back into our space when we've been still for too long. The New Map We go inside ourselves to remember how a place was we once visited passing each other by too busy to gather but the highlights of the other, maintaining our inner paths; the corners of the room edging from us into its parameters -- how an elbow could jostle each other's oceans like waves. How we encroach until we're too tired -- the laid path of our belongings (your hats, my candles) shifting until they crystalize in a shared nostalgia of which we'll need one day. A Finished Map The roads are in us now, in the way routes have sealed themselves to

The Goddess by aztlanwayne, literature

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The Goddess

I became afraid of the goddess. I couldn't look her in the face. I didn't like the way it ended Because she vanished without a trace. I became afraid of the goddess But the mirror was in front of me. I guess I just felt proud to know the lady And the secrets that she let me see. It happens in cycles: You find her, you lose her. She treats you like a stranger Then a long-lost friend. You're never sure if you like her But you know that you love her Even if you never see her again. (The chances of that are slim.) I became afraid of the goddess. I think I'd like to see her again. I became afraid of the goddess But I never used to be that way. She made me move like a dancer And I always knew the right thing to say. I became afraid of the goddess. Conscious of the way I behaved. I thought that I could be her water god But she wanted me to be her slave. She's so special, she's scary. She's so scary she's special. She's hard enough to cause A piece of metal to bend. She picks you up

Car 54 Where are you? by Maurya2, literature

Mental Hospital Coffee by aztlanwayne, literature

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Mental Hospital Coffee

He: Baby take a look at this fancy stuff I bought ya'. Lady at the store said it was flown in from Sumatra. Got a wild smell, stick your nose into these grounds. Cost me 20 dollars and I only got 2 pounds. What's the matter, baby? Why's your top lip curl? Why you drink your coffee like a mental hospital girl? I think you drink your coffee like a mental hospital girl. She: Honey, there's no need for you to raise your voice. I want my plastic measuring cup and 4 scoops of Taster's Choice. Got a wild smell, stick your nose into this cup. Cost me a dollar/two fifty and I always drink it up. What's the matter, honey? Why can't you enjoy? Why don't you drink coffee like a mental hospital boy? I think you should drink your coffee like a mental hospital boy. 1984 Used to sing this driving in my Fairmont after someone stole my radio.

Under the Ocean Blue by MaggotsX, literature

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Under the Ocean Blue

Under the Ocean Blue blue she is blue as a face is bruised she had one but it is a slow fading she is a sad sprite girl-child of a girl-child with a cerulean tongue of honey but not honey sweet just a blue hard honey sticky on a blue tongue stuck to her blue teeth they are broken broken sore her bruises and her broken mouth that cannot say her blue mouth cannot tell the blue words she cannot give her words to her blueness to her blue parts to her blue blue parts that hurt with the blueness of a cup of saltwater bitter bitter water and salt that leaks blue from her sad eye water that swells and wanes blue inside inside her blue insides

Number 11 of many by Cherry9amber, literature

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Number 11 of many

I'm slowly transferred through time without knowing if it's morning or night or sometime in the dusk through clocks on a passenger side in a house on an icy roof top in a constellation with a memory I didn't even know it existed of you that I thought of sometime you would be there with me inviting to write down what I feel words though, are not feelings where were you? Lost in space chasing fame how you worked everyday for it and greatness I thought that, maybe, you need me or that you, maybe, needed me for just this little sometime.

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