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The Last Word by xgoldenmoonx, literature

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The Last Word

I give myself five minutes to let out the words hiding under my tongue, getting tangled in the stitches in the back of my throat. I spent too many minutes of my life wondering what if, and not so many dreaming. I close the book to my mind and set it in the corner, because I know four minutes is not enough time to heal. Sometimes I forget how to spell, I forget verbs but my sentences will drag on as a banner of self-expression. I write letters on post-its because paper is too dull for me and I wish the world could see through my glasses with me for the last three minutes. When you catch my eye I will tilt my head down and blus

bones. 10.13.09 by xgoldenmoonx, literature

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bones. 10.13.09

she could eat these bones for breakfast, carpals and tarsals and the ever kissable clavicle, or ribs, her favorite bones. Of course, not forgetting muscles and tendons and nerves. Sometimes she wonders if she's in the wrong profession just because of how easily this feeds her mind. The words, names: if she could replace calories and vitamins she'd do it in a heart beat. Too bad she cannot mute the ridiculous voices and the questions they ask. She doesn't care about your high school teacher's diseases, just be quiet and stare at the beautiful ilium and curves in the scapula and the delicious mouthful of lunate, scapho

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You Poor Thing by emilygolightly, literature

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You Poor Thing

I am sorry for your skeleton, the way you carry yourself when you walk into a room like your arms are tied and your mouth is empty and you've been kept prisoner for a year, waiting for a bird to arrive at your window. Your eyes are full and I spread my hands and say this; sorry, like a man abandoning his lover in a cloud of dust. I am sorry for your eyes, resentful like a North American river. Sorry, for everything, for your breasts and womanhood. You are standing on the edge of eighteen relunctant and awkward; you do not want to spread your legs wide and let the world drop its' pants to fuck you. You are standing on the edge of so

dirty pretty poems by inmyroom, literature

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dirty pretty poems

1. Cold tea-cups jumped off the table when I opened my eyes this morning. They must not like the sound of my eyelashes crashing into eachother and must know how sometimes oxygen feels too far from our sinking lungs. 2. When my hipbones became loose hinges, half sliced off and a sore-thumb view, it did not occur to me that I was ill, just a little bit below the floorboards with the taps of people walking above, nobody ever knows when I am there. 3. I believe that wine bottles mean something different for everyone and for me it is not just a delightfully fruity drink to sip with friends, it is a two pm lecture I cannot build u

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I am naked shoulder bone rib cage breast plate and you are peeling onion layers of sadness to mine the core. Inside you find hematite and Hemingway, publish it all in a Medical Journal for Indian boys at Johns Hopkins, who remark, estranged, that I remind them of home. A bird without feathers nestled into my neck, my bleeding liberal heart and the boys couldn't understand what kind of nutrients were inside why something would seek life in evident decay. Results were conclusive: I don't need anything but you.

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Current Residence: The Chair
Favourite photographer: J.Emmons&D. LeBreux
Favourite style of art: oil. charcoal smudge.
Operating System: mac osx
MP3 player of choice: ipodnano [blue]
Wallpaper of choice: heartsstars&horseshoes
Personal Quote: "The most important thing that you need to remember is to NEVER give up." ~Lena Clark

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There's a few I would marry

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FindingNemo

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Regina Spektor

Favourite Writers

E.E.Cummings

Favourite Games

I bet i'm better at Tetris than you are

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dirt,coffee,happiness.

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clinical psychology, your brain horses, music

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Nov 9, 2010

Cold sets in.

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I transitioned from Spring to Summer, Summer to Fall, and now it is almost winter. I changed my major and nolonger scribble art projects over the floor. I diagram bodily systems and I dissect studies in psychology. I want to be a therapist, I want to help those who need it. I am a resident assistant in the freshman dorm and this translates to not having a terrible amount of free time and a lot of headaches [unruly children] I spend a lot of time not breathing and drinking excessive amounts of coffee. I have a single room, so I can stay up however late I want. I have not forgotten about here, but I would be blessed if I had the time

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May 7, 2010

April showers bring May flowers

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I got through my finals. It was a rough week, and I never went to bed before 3am, but always before 430am. I love not sleeping and I was so dependent on coffee that I went through withdrawal when I came home and cut the caffeine completely. I can hear crickets and peepers outside my window but the same stars are there, even if the streetlights aren't. Now I'm home I can ride, and in a month Ill head off to camp to be a riding instructor again. They also want me to do arts and crafts which I said Of Course! I would love to teach art even if I don't know how to. And then in August I will move back into my single room dorm, go through

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Jan 19, 2010

January thaw is likely too good to be true

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Today is a dreary day and once again I am staring out the window and I can't see the mountain because there is a cloud bank covering it. It makes me feel as though I am in a cloud too, but I really I know that's juse because of how much caffeine I drink and that I haven't gone to bad any earlier than 3 for the past week. I think that rain droplets hanging off tree branches in this grey is one of the most beautiful things in the world and so the tree that grazes my window makes me happy. I realized how happy I am that I changed my major and that I am learning what I am now. I love art and I will miss it but the brain. People. Behavio

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Jul 23, 2011

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May 1, 2011

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