June 2012
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there is blood in the bathroom where else would it be and a cricket in the kitchen sink the air conditioner howls underneath don’t let the dog trip up your feet there is blood in the bathroom where else would it be
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A Night in Somnia
sleep eats hours slowly sinking its teeth into each minute dreams slip down the throat settling in the stomach of sadness images and thoughts travel through the labyrinth of your brain find your eyes crusted shut your mouth dry begging for water
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That Awkward Moment When
someone follows you on tumblr and you check out their blog and it is 10x better than yours.
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WatchSo this is my friend Brad. And the best part of this video happens at 2:53. Ep. 11 Dubstep - Overanalyzing June on Blip
A long time ago, I told a friend a story about a boy who takes a journey on a turtle the size of an island.
the lonesome howl at four a.m. reverberates through the walls except this is the city and the house is empty
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Tiny Fly
All he did was land on my laptop boomsquishdead how was he to know?
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Little Places
I love her in the little places of our souls meeting for coffee by the colon or sharing a meal in the stars they say the soul is tangible others say it’s in the sky but our bodies touch we argue more than ever the sound of your voice in an octave so unkind it is sudden how did such sweet things become words that taste worse than worms
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The Nature of Blacking Out →
A project I’ve started in which I blackout unnecessary text from a book to form a poem. The book is a 1921 fifth grade nature textbook. I noticed a lot of blackout poetry wasn’t looking so hot and was a little inspired by Austin Kleon. These poems aren’t just cool words picked at random and called poetry. I tried using my own style and voice (which is ever changing because...
Blackout poetry
hey, if you can make a blackout poem (from text that isn’t a poem) rhyme, then you are boss. Or actually, that previous writer was boss too and you just got lucky. Which sometimes good poetry is just luck.
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In Dark Places
cockroaches on the bathroom floor somehow they knew a bill wasn’t paid the one that reminds us to clean every day the one that has a clause for invisible cockroach control
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More on blackout poetry
Blackout poetry is not that popular on Tumblr. My reason for saying that is because when I look up the tags…hardly any of them have any “hearts” or reblogs, except for Tyler Knott’s blackout poems. But I read a lot of them…and they don’t make any sense. The ones that do are simpler than a haiku (they are blacked out from a small section of text) and don’t...
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she whispered my name in the wind she came as a fawn in the backyard searching for apples I opened the door to say I miss you
she withdrew into the woods and wrapped herself in the forgotten fields where the wolves sang her to sleep
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I Remember the Summer We Spent Each Day Together
we sat under the sun watched cars pass like little ants inside the couch was cool our bodies pealed like stickers from the surface your eyes were slender when you smiled streaks of golden hair blessed by the sun slipped through my fingers then you too slipped away
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Like the potter uses the wheel and clay, two things he did not create, to make a bowl; the poet may use a book and its words to say something new.
My project just hit epic expectations. As I was working on the original preface in the book, I was able to find the perfect words that exemplify what I want out of this project. REFACE In this form I adapt and modify the original type
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On Blackout Poetry...
I thought blackout poetry would be easy. Like circling hidden words in a word search puzzle. But there is no key and sometimes the text has different ideas than I do. I used to be against blackout poetry. I thought it was plagiarism and something people do when they aren’t creative enough on their own. I’ve learned not to be vehemently (great word) against anything when it is new to...
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I died in the white animal of sunlight
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Listen
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Drop you like a needle on the record, scratch my itch, watch you walk in circles, hit the beat.
Drop you like a needle on the record, flip a switch, go around in circles, hit the beat.
Will spend the next moments of my life questioning...
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Once I was jealous of myself. While awake, nothing came to me except frustration and weariness. During sleep, I dreamt of marvelous things and became lost in worlds I never wanted to leave, but woke up each morning with the dreams floating away in the river of my subconscious. I pleaded for the opportunity to switch these realities. After much time, I slept very little each night, tossing and...
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Let’s talk about spaceships or anything...
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recognizingthevoiceless:
Kevin’s Note: I really like this…and as a tribute, couldn’t be better timing wise. I picture this…can you?
josiahcoen:
Why do you climb the walls tonight, Walt Whitman? Your white hair scratches the paint and your eyes are full of midnight
Come down from there the mantelpiece is hot and your in no shape to burn Put on your best hat and beard Oh, Captain! If your...
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