Devious Journal EntryHmm time to renew my DA subscription. In other news, I have begun writing again! I just started reading Letters to a Young Poet recently and have begun gathering myself up to get back to work.
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i don't knowwho knew that you could get so serious over cereali don't know
i chased "z's" around my bowl you asked me
"who is _______ ?"
i laughed nerovously choking on a "u" and the sound of his name
letters i thought you wouldn't find
there's milk in my lap
you won't be back your cereal is soggy i pour it down the drain
after thoughts of morning sex
by ~007-seriously-serial
untitledwhen the end draws near heed my instructionsuntitled
leave my gravestone uncomplicated forget jumbled letters
that form hollow words
mute utterances
above mounds of bones
rest in peace
could three words fill any viewer with my essence
From- To-
do not nail me to the alphabet
stretched on stone words have been my religion
not my god
learning the difference has been the test
by ~007-seriously-serial
For Durfurtake my poem as it is there is no hidden calls to bear crosses across waters and i am telling you (i'm not going) because the hills have eyesFor Durfur
simply to be poetic
and because they do
follow me and you will find that i am boring playing safely
play safe two words many never know
but listen to me and see
there are places we forget like plains full of children running
because their brothers have learned to make metal fly and blood rain and they race to reach age 12 as their brothers twist fun and games &n
by ~007-seriously-serial
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Sun of manI outshine most first born sons, inheriting crippled crucifixes in colors keptSun of man
tucked away in knotted coils to
better hold horizon's heat. Sunbelt gleaming between my teeth; I am my father's heartbeat through Djembe drum. My own song peeking from under the folds of his palms with each mnemonic slap that cut
and bounce out across bridged bows in the laden laps of ships like our mother's wombs they carry the hot jungle calls of the young tobacco-skinned children,
our children from Jamestown, I wear their embalmed skins like linen , and eat away the earth in the commemor
by ~moondrunk
we are organic...the computers are hum- ming radiation hymns with life laid over light-we are organic...
spit-flat for our eyes as their fan-blades burp motherboard dust
that sputters through exhausted air like pixelated smoke.
the clocks don't tic or toc 'no more, their gun-metal gears winding silently
toward death, they lend their numbers to grave- stones, mausoleum doors,
and cell-phones vibrating in convulsions on table-tops and hard-wood floors.
by ~oldest-boy
Devious Info
- Current Residence: Texas
- Interests: public transportation, weaving, rain
- Favourite band or musician: Lauryn Hill, Maxwell, Anthony Hamilton
- Favourite genre of music: Neo Soul
- Favourite artist: Kelly Ellsworth, Yayoi Kusama, Tara Donovan
- Favourite poet or writer: Nikki Giovanni, Joaquin Zihuatanejo
- Favourite style of art: spoken word, surrealism
- Favourite cartoon character: Aang
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