May 2012
18 posts
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What happens if you fall in love with a writer? →
reynangsablay:
Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning….
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A clip of me reading Let Me Have...
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Cleaning House
About to shake some stuff up around here, dear followers.
I’m no longer identifying myself as “vaguemumble.” It’s not appropriate to me anymore. I’m tired of splitting up my writing, my hobbies and my life into separate endeavors. I want them all under one roof, one moniker, because all of it is me.
And upon contemplation, I’ve decided I’m doing...
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For Abigail
I was drowning in my madness. I was fighting the currents, I was screaming out in darkness and choking on the cold waters. You saw me there with you, sinking. You reached out and grabbed my hand, and with me you shared your breath; you anchored me to this place. You didn’t allow me to surface; instead you reminded me how to swim. You taught me to breathe again, and to adjust my eyes to the...
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Not meaning to hold myself back in quiet reservation. But sometimes it’s necessary for stoic contemplation. So many thoughts swimming around; emotions boiling in me. It’s needed to just take it in, and let these words stew a bit. When ready, they will erupt out, and oh how they will echo.
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ask-beetlejuice started following you
And anyone who wants to follow an AWESOME Beetlejuice fan blog/advice column (with original fan art!) follows them back with me!
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Nicotine Molasses
Every step I take brings me further. Every mistake, a lesson I need. Every time I raise you a standard, the stones beneath me tremble.
Any way I choose is unknowing. The whims I take are seldom success. Any time I wager a gamble, the foundation starts to give away.
Who am I to take up these chances balancing my heart on a wire? Who am I to challenge these voices? Seduced by these blackened...
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Belligerent, Aspirations, Shadow
You can’t help but be eager. Your eyes glaze over the curves of the devil’s waltzing partner, the sweat beading down your face as your grip loosens to the shakes.
Your intentions and demeanor blur, your aspirations in life change, and the course of your ship aims to meet her treacherous shores; setting sail into the storm.
Belligerently you push through the crowd of other suitors,...
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Leo's Sleep (for @binkthebomb )
Leo lays down to sleep in the concrete jungle he displaced himself in.
He left his pride back home, coming here to be with all the other cool cats.
He dreamt of the circus, to be star of the ring, but all he got was whipped.
All those other cool cats hissed and bit at his back; pegging him the coward.
But they forgot his claws are as sharp as his roar, and as true as his word.
He licks his...
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A Sun-Dried Afternoon
for 21781
A perfect day ripened, ready for the picking. Collect these others, too. Let them take the sun’s rays, and absorb these sweet herbs.
Preserve them in bottles of precious olive oil; keep them to flavor those other dreary days that dull out your feelings.
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Pop Culture Warfare
for goodmorning-spider:
Goose stepping to the choice of a new generation.
Red, white, blue swastikas reflect off painted glasses.
Neon newsprint resounding the laughter of thought police.
Freedom of living is yours for just a monthly fee.
Do you own the license for ideas inside your mind?
Are you not permitted to think that out in public?
Remember you signed an agreement on their...
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Hit Me.
Who wants to give me 1-3 words for a poem prompt?
Bound to Happen.
21. Why would anyone ask this question? Because Brian Doucet is an asshole. No, really, it says it on his FB profile and everything.
From a Twitter Follower: #5 and #26
List three books you’ve read more than three times. 1984 by George Orwell, Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson, Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller.
What subject(s) do you find you cannot write about, and why? Hrrm, good question. Believe it or not I’ve had the hardest time writing erotica or sex scenes. I recently broke those boundaries, however, not for any interest of getting recognition in the...
goodmorning-spider asked: 22, 27, 16, and 6
debaser: 21 Questions for Writers →
This is a meme I think I can hop on with. Go ahead and ask a number below (or come up with something yourself.)
jayarrarr:
I see y’all reblogging these “ask me a number” things, and I’m not saying they’re not interesting (okay, some of them aren’t), but none of them are tailored to the “writing community”. You call yourselves a writing community? Act like it! I’ll start. Here ya go.
Note: you...
April 2012
29 posts
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Placate The Monster
It’s time to placate the monster: the greedy horror festering in the back of my damaged mind.
He infested me as a leech, a parasitic idea that nobody else should be trusted.
He grew up as a hope killer, whispering his conspiracies, feeding me his false suspicions.
He matured as a juggernaut, wrecking any stability in the foundation between us.
I had fortified my kingdom, prepared...
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So, today is #Pocket Poem day, but I don’t feel like leaving my cave. Instead, I’m going to spam some links in this post of poems by other authors that I loved here recently. Visit them, give them some love (where applicable). Share this post if you can. “I Am A Writer” by SamMcCool: http://amidnight-dreary.tumblr.com/post/21748668469/i-am-a-writer “Wrath of the...
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Taking Stock of What Matters Most
Not that long ago I sat in an apartment with a total stranger telling me that poetry is a dead language.
He lamented the time when he meticulously crafted his words together and bled himself on paper to bare before his class.
But when it came time to pick a “class favorite” piece, the silliest and absurd won. And from that moment on, he never picked up his pen.
I told him...
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An Idea Sparks
Carefully I watch the cinders, blowing free in a gust of wind and swarming me like lightning bugs.
I admire as they glow by, floating up into the night sky as they join luminous bodies.
As they burn out into ashes, I wonder if Others watch them like we watch the constellations.
Or if the planets watch us blaze through our incendiary lives, so bright to them yet quick to fade.
Perhaps, the...
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Dirty Rotten Poetry: Dichotomy of a Bad Date →
dirtyrottenpoetry:
She fell with the grace of a feather,
falling to the bed with laughter
as she kicked her legs up,
the lace of her stockings gliding
smoothly together as she wiggled
her hips and soft breasts,
smiling at me on her back.
I fell the with the grace of a piano,
collapsing on the bed with a thud,
my blood-shot eyes squinting and rolling
slowly together in the back of my...
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Dirty Rotten Poetry: Living it, Bastardo Bohemia →
dirtyrottenpoetry:
The cash that was in my pocket should’ve went to some groceries; but, instead, I bought me some smokes.
The funds in my account should have been given to my land lord, but, instead I gave to my barkeep.
My sweet spoken words should have been shared with a sweet, caring young girl. Instead: spent on our fantasy.
We call each other by names that we change night after night;...
I know it’s Monday, but I’m already eager for the weekend.
Got a big camp out planned with some of my favorite people; a night of our infamous tradition of poetry and hedonism. A night under the stars, next to the flames, with writing prompts and spoken-word. The anticipation of these kinds of get-togethers alone gets our hearts racing and leaves us glowing.
These are folks that I...
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Old Gypsy Souls: Pulling Down Stars →
Really deep song lyrics written by my hetero life mate. Seriously, give it a read, and give him some likes.
crenshawdavis:
it’s loaded. such a heavy thing sitting so hard on my chest i’m a mess and this distress looks to be the end of me.
can’t i just bleed it out should it be that easy i’m falling apart in this abyss and the only one that knows is me
guess i’ll try and make other masks to...
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Her voice speaks softly and eagerly I listen. I take in every word, charmed by her rich vocals and calmed by her tones.
The hair on my neck pricks up and tingles; my heartbeat rushes, my face is flustered and I’m left breathless.
I sit here dumbfounded, entranced and taken, just from spoken words — even from so far, she can melt me down.
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ChaosGrenade Update: WyrmSF
ChaosGrenade Update: WyrmSF
I assure you the long silence on this blog was not in vain.
Since my last post, I’ve had an interesting offer fall in my lap and before I made a post here I wanted to compose myself, bounce some ideas and coordinate some plans before giving it a formal announcement.
I have been asked by Michael Wolf (aka Stargazer) to toss my hat in the ring and pick up the...
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He Has To Be More
He has to be more than okay, he has to be more than alive. He has to be infused with life; an eagerness to see it all.
He has to have a temperament forged in flames but cooled in reason. If he’s the hand that wields the sword, his heart must be stronger than steel.
It’s one thing to bear the fire, but another to carry it. And, even then, another to know how to use it carefully.
Man...
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I'm a Curmudgeon (Parody of "We Are Young")
Give me a second I,
I need to get my head on straight
My friends are already drunk and I don’t think that they can relate
my patience has really left me, not feeling the bar
or going anywhere this evening by foot or by car, and
I know I said I’d go out yesterday…
I know you won’t let me forget…
But between these thoughts and subtle things
There’s no...
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He steps outside the door, and is greeted with an assault of turbulence. It reaches to scoop him away by his robe and strangle him with his own hair. Leafs and debris blast across his flushed yard; chairs and boxes flip over from the gale that swirls and spins him as he clutches the support of his home.
He loses his grasp and falls to the ground; with the initial shock of impact he is greeted...
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Voices in my head, trying to lure me to bed — to cut me in dreams.
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This headache in me feels like a pulsating throb, skull-fucking my eye.
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Getting close to you is like getting closer to a rusty chainsaw.
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All Our Heroes are Dead
I got to be the man in shadows, I’ve been the bastard in the dark. I’ve been a criminal lover for you, evil mastermind was my heart.
Walked the line between these muses, finger tips just followed the curves. Now I’m here lighting the fuses, her pretty name’s a word I curse.
“All our heroes are dead”, she said, “or they’d be better off that...
March 2012
21 posts
Spes Alis Aquilae: Clean. →
I really adored this poem; you guys should definitely check it out. spes-alis-aquilae:
She unties the reds in her bow because red is the color of love and hearts and cherries on top, of blood and war and do not signs.
She brushes the brown from her hair because brown is the color of teddy bears and chocolate chip cookies and the chocolate itself, of holes and coffee stains and…
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The party at the club house of his gated apartment complex was enjoyable, but afterwards was quite surreal. Surrounded by acquaintances and colleagues, it dawns on him he’s still quite sober, and not really wanting to take it any further.
Immediately upon entering the apartment, he realizes he’s out of his element. Crowded; blended faces and loud noises. Everyone shifts and staggers...
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He’s made it a policy to always bug out by dawn. He refuses to ruin the splendor of his nights by letting the sunlight reveal the ugly face of the city to him. He wants to cherish the memories of the mask it wore under the cover of bar light and shadow. The lovers he finds are never the ones he wakes up to, so it’s just as well to slip out of the sheets and escape to the car with...