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AGE:
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LOC: Edmonds, WA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: February 09
LOC: Edmonds, WA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: February 09
Name: Hunter
Age: Seventeen
Sex: Male
Ethnicity: Russian
Writing preference: Experimental
I would like to make it clear to everyone, regarding every poetry I place upon this site.
I value experimental rythms and complex linguistic structure highly. This will not flow verbally unless you have a correct rythm, and the intentions and meaning of the words will seem more natural to you than the words themselves.
All these things are experiments of rythm, vocalization, meaning, and how we can stretch and redefine something using other words; and all the rules they conform to, as tools to dissect, to repair, to modify and dissolve the prior and post meaning.
I would ask that if you read this mentally, and it lacks the beauty and…
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Artificial starlight beneath Waves Revealing Mythology love of a Ruined kind. Improving illusions The pieces In biological measurements Of liquid-kind. Seeming, breathing A skin-touch emotion Lighted air, blue Heat Flowing Passing exchanging, violating Penetrating Past defenses; Man and man-made The breath; toxic not Poison Only words of Influence And charming sin.
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The air tears in odd places, the streaking Light nipping at red cheeks as we pass beneath the Sun; Lunar now, the cataract of an Eclipse blinding the walk-way. Your feet and mine tread softly down the well-graded trail, Gravel, smooth stone of basalt and Marble contours rushing against our soles. Our head is down and our smiles spread- yours mirthful and wide With the soft flesh of your face disproving innocence into the Heat, The subtle protrusion of my sharper whites displaying the smile of...
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Lancing rain, Burning Flooding Victim cheeks With sinful grace. A loving touch, Delicate Undeserving, kind Things fall and pool Beneath the gaze Terror wrought. Hatred built And heart-affected. No single Escape but surrender, To give in and to accept Strange circumstances Where help Fails And we Being only ourselves Cannot repair But for the souls in our chests, And fire in our hearts, We wish we could And cry.
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Artificial starlight beneath Waves Revealing Mythology love of a Ruined kind. Improving illusions The pieces In biological measurements Of liquid-mind. Seeming, breathing A skin-touch emotion Lighted air, blue Heat Flowing Passing exchanging, violating Penetrating Past defenses; Man and man-made The breath; toxic not Poison Only words of Influence And charming sin.
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Swollen sky And darker stars. Lie out above us Moon-wrought nova, Halo of light to give away all the secrets Of midnight to the wandering eye, As we wander the field of glass. Our eyes trespass and our feet issue Us unto a plane of quiet oblivion; Nothing moves but the gentle ash of a thousand men, Coating us, darkening our cheeks and Perfuming our bodies in abstain scent So intensely repulsive to us, alive That lids close in reverence, Mouths shut to dim the apathetic empathy, For this worsh...
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Makes it sound like art is the barrier before a soul, and to think of Beethoven or Picasso as a mere barrier seems.. demeaning.
Why is 'Learn capitalized'? Why is dance, when dance is not an immediate metaphor? So, love is finding someones 'soul', so to speak, since at 3:47 in the morning my vocabulary is limited, and then .. to .. eh? It just seems very loosely structured, which is bad with quotes.
Depressing. A good story about a man who found himself after having been lost before, while giving nods to the church community, poverty, drug life-styles and etc. But, over-all, this is a very odd piece that it doesn't seem to have much of a finale, or morale end, but just: "This is where things stand." Ah, well. It's supposedly a blog entry, so, can't blame that. Good job.
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