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5cmpersec asked: Challenge:
Place "sensual biological chemical extract of perfection" in one your poems. This can
span multiple lines, or be one line in and of itself.
Place "sensual biological chemical extract of perfection" in one your poems. This can
span multiple lines, or be one line in and of itself.
July 2010
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The ants go marching one by one
An ant thinks herself significant, adventurer is she, Forgeing rugged trail through unexplored territ’ry. An individual wanderer following internal call, She strives and strains to boast and brag she’s set apart from all. As predominating views of life reveal such variation, So this ant scorns to be alike, in idle imitation. Yet what trail does she follow but the scent of those preceding, ...
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Heartbreak
As one who is still unbroken if not unscarred I wonder what a breaking heart feels like— is it piercing like the keen bite of a knife, or many, that would leave me gasping and clutching and, still uncomprehending, bleeding out my life’s blood onto the feet of my once-beloved? Or is it that heavy, heavy boulder of regret and blame that would crash and crush the back, plastering me with face...
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Responses
Since Tumblr is a little bit retarded.
The reflection is a lens flare…no idea it would happen and couldn’t get rid of it =P Might be because of my UV filter, but I doubt it.
The balcony one is photoshopped, some sort of paint filter (angled strokes?)
At first I was iffy about the frames, but then I decided I liked them/couldn’t change the CSS to my liking =P they are gaudy but...
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Insomnia
I am an insomniac by airplane; I cannot sleep resting upon myself, and the constant whir of engines through smooth air calls my attention in a way that tires on pebbled highway do not. The vague discomfort of the static charge of the stagnant blood that swells my feet is inescapable, trapped as I am by woven blue restraints and walls of gray plastic armrests. My eyes feel like too much of...
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June 2010
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