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[15 Jun 2009|03:21am]

whatwhosblack
sitting in a place of wonder
sandwiched between a place of isolation and suffocation
she breathes
embracing productivity
she packs her day full with tasks and projects
she frees her schedule of vulnerability
to be loved is something
to let love is another
she breathes
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[11 May 2007|10:03am]

whatwhosblack
girls do it better Join dyke_riot because girls do it better.
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[15 Apr 2007|01:09pm]

iamallsmiles
you are so naive
you get your hopes up
when drunk people make promises
i just want to protect you

people our age don't realize
how fragile you are
they think you can handle
all of the broken plans

we have this in common but
the difference between us is
i move on after they break
you just take it personally

i JUST want to protect you
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1 2 3 A B C [11 Apr 2007|06:28pm]

spork111
[ mood | nostalgic ]

1.
Believe me when I say
My future is yours
its frail
but its yours
Lets build a shield around us
Who is fate to guide the way?

2.
Controlling
with hands beyond
surrendor

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these are FAR less emo... [14 Nov 2006|04:32pm]

whatwhosblack
"fall is here"
the leaves greetingly tell me as I pass on my way to school
leaves swirl down without assistance
"winter is soon to come"
each  bare tree whispers
some as naked as a new born
others glow vibrantly orange 
exuding confidence into the air
fall is here
but not for long


Brown Line

I love it when the train loses signal
and for a brief moment we coast on the elevated platform
the air goes off
and the voices seem to dim
the whole train breathes a sigh of relief
it feels nice to float
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[26 Oct 2006|04:39am]

lotsofpubeshere
the spirits whisper
dark secrets into my ears
and i wet my pants
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It's that time again... haiku time [22 Aug 2006|12:05am]

lotsofpubeshere
Left out the Yoohoo
Billions of ants on my desk
Are drowning in bliss
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Full circles of irony...look closer they're all around. [14 Jun 2006|02:50am]

v_carded
Such beautiful bairn bewitchery she had.
Yes, just far along enough to know.
Already honing her hipnotic charms
And siren aura.
So perfect
So perfectly impeccably so.
Except for a certain vibration,
And palpatation.
Conceived through lascivious penetration,
And essentially expilation.
Face small, brows furrowed.
Came twice from which she burrowed.
So miniscule, lionized to thrive.
In the memory
In the heart
In the mind and words
And thoughts and actions
Of your infant of a mother
In which you were out-survived.
Now her story of lazy insomnia insues.
About how bashfully the matriarch was screwed.
Twice came from where she herself burrowed.
And still sits in the same place
Where you met your beginning.
And curtsied to your end.
But they say voraciously under their innocuous breath,
God does't throw things at you that you can't handle...
No, maybe so...they neglected to admit though...
Its not the things that he gives thats worth apprehending...
but the things that he so gracefully rips from you
That you should be weary of.
So sorry madames and sirs
Who still valiantly apply.
Mind the Gap.
The wounds still have yet to dry.
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Haiku 4 u [06 Jun 2006|03:53am]

lotsofpubeshere
wow it's really cold
wait a minute. is there a
freezer in my butt?
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two more days... [19 Mar 2006|11:20am]

whatwhosblack
[ mood | lonely ]

my stomach searches for your kiss
instant and perfect bliss
straining to see your face
talking and starring into space
how did we get here
distant and filled with fear
love and hope
escape, no time to cope
lost without your hand
guide me through this imperfect land
craving you from deep inside
all our secrets we confide
I give you my soul
I want you as a whole
my lips seek your taste
and our bodies to be interlaced
without words I love you deeply
your beginning your end, simply and completely

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The Flaming Fetus Poem [17 Mar 2006|02:28am]

lotsofpubeshere
I just realized that this community didn't have a poem dedicated to it yet.

So I thought I'd give it a poem

The Flaming Fetus PoemCollapse )
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untitled, possibly unfinished [15 Mar 2006|08:57pm]

ex_hellomyn
Lying subtly in her naked glamour
Heart beat quickly; stutter, stammer
When the morning comes, what will arise
For me to see with tear-dried eyes
Supple, firm and yet so rigid
This abject pain is quite exquisite
For good men say, it is so to
have won then lost a love as true.
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I can not take credit for this, it was written about me not by me [02 Mar 2006|10:13pm]

daddiesgrl
On Katrina winds she arrived this
Café au lait miracle this hair
Straightened two way mirror
Into these middle aged hearts
Awareness shine issues from
Her bedroom between notes
On the laptop a message or a
Story told in secret just under the
Ear’s ability to decipher
Sometimes a man can catch her
Studying his face piercing
The pale Irish veneer of his
Skin with learning glances she is
The lyrics of songs you would
Never have listened to in a
Million years she is Ouija Board
Riddles on the DVD player her cool
Vulnerability taking a man’s
Hand making him want to be the
Place she can call safe watching
Her eat his wife’s cooking on
The couch watching her as
She sits loud and pretty
Laughing on the elevated train
While the puffing neighborhood
Boys rudely stare at the raven
Night immenseness of her
Cleopatra beauty eyes they are
Just a few more passing men
Caught in the relativity of her
Mysteries and opinions

It is presumption to think but
A man does that this is the girl
That should have been his
Daughter perhaps just a little bit
Is as she sits in the coffee shop
Waiting for the ride downtown
There are hidden joys waiting
Left and right whenever the world
Brings love unexpected into the
Room she came to us from storm
Clouds but now she calms the
Wind of evening with purpose
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[25 Jan 2006|11:04pm]

whatwhosblack
It's finally here
so sing me a song
tell me your life
i'll listen all night long

your favorite food
relationships past
your day, your night
let this moment last

quickly now
before I sleep
another page
my ears weep

your voice is tranquil
like the summer breeze
hold me close
so I dont freeze

the wind is quick
the days are slow
let me sleep
till its time to go

being with you
is excitement enough
nothing chimerical
departure is rough
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based a little from the story mrs.lane told and a little from emo observations... [12 Oct 2005|12:15am]

whatwhosblack
elitists never change
their scene's simply rearrange
their existence continues
and rumors are the issues
sipping wine and passing time
existentially conversing and fauxly reversing
their physique is critiqued but their beauty is unsurpassable
why you wished to be like them long ago is unimaginable
without true feeling they apply their blush tragically hopping bars to experience a rush
the buzz ensues they again feel touch
the Gucci and Prada is only a crutch
to hide behind the wall of insecurities
they fill the void with daddy's luxuries
ignoring the call because they're breaking the law
fighting the cause to give incite into their flaws
it will leave them bare but without a care.
positive or negative
its how the glass is viewed
more power to them
let them have their 6 inch shoes
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[04 Oct 2005|06:49pm]

daddiesgrl
Time on clock freeze
Seemingly with ease
While I sit and wait
with deep anticipate
I'm playing a game
Names not the same
Thought your fingers
do more than linger
over the number scheme
that spells out my mean
not the angry kind
the definitive line
that draws you and I apart
How did this start
better question the end
Is it approaching us on head
to early for questions
time for discretion
why do I forget
I'm on your mind
til you indulge mine
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Shel Silverstein [24 Aug 2005|08:37pm]

spork111
[ mood | what a nice word...chipper ]

My life in a Nutshell:

Standing on my elbow
With my finger in my ear,
Biting on a dandelion,
And humming kind of queer
While I watvhed a yellow caterpillar
Creeping up my wrist,
I leaned on a tree
And I said to me,
"Why am I doing this?"

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aspirations [21 Aug 2005|11:07pm]

whatwhosblack
disappointed, left empty handed
mission and target quickly abandoned
waiting for compensation
stuck with lame masturbation

high hopes expediently dismembered
shot down by an unexceptional contender
reality check upon arrival
nothing but my own deprival

time lost for no good reason
silent unforgiven treason
awaited seniority without the proper accolade
the end of the rainbow's pot is just filled with marmalade

dorthy took a wrong turn before her gold road
please come in, this is my contemptible abode
pip's expectation's were great
he was above his family's trait

the fear of defeat
allows you to get beat


*comment, tell me what you think*
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"Just as I feared" [19 Aug 2005|09:47pm]

daddiesgrl
I wanted you near
But I'm looking around
And you can't be found
My eyes start cries of demise
Dont get me wrong
I don't need you
Please disregard that
My nose just grew.
I don't know what to say
I need you a different way
my words want a thread
from my lips to your head
to put pain at ease
let blurry eyes release.
I didn't want you to understand
that was always my master plan
But you got me all screwed
And now that you do
I'm stuck like glue
To the advice you spew
It's not your kiss that I miss,
It's the simple moments of bliss
Do you remember the time
with the ship in the sky
or falling asleep only gazing at eyes
Like heroin to the floor all I want is more
That's why my shell was so fucking hard
How could I let you break down my guard?
And weaken my knees
Now you're all that I need
Just as I feared.
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[12 Jul 2005|04:05pm]

iamallsmiles
This was on someone's myspace, and i just fell in love with it.

IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
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