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People always think something's all true. ~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

Liberation

Liberation, originally uploaded by zack attack▲.

It's funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they'll do practically anything you want them to. ~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye,

"I am difficult to love, and I know it. Very few people can put up with me, and I can’t blame them. I am a constant contradiction. I annoy myself."
♥♥♥


Rosie O’Donnel

All the people bobbling along

In a bus around a city to their

Watering holes

This peroxide blond

Fuchsia pink lips and concerned brows

She could be 35. She could be 20.

Definately avitaminised.

She looks me up and down

Like an art critic. Moves on to the bag lady

Aesthetics violated to the core.

Meanwhile we see a row of cut down trees

Shivering with their birchy zebra skin

Giraffe meets ostrich.

Then the bus would pass

The patriotic ducks that wouldn't leave

The dehydrated river

Oily feet. Graying lungs.

A ripped up seat. Crumbly oldie's sneeze

Accompanied by headphone bassline

Thanks! We're all into that stuff, I'm sure

Especially the blonde. Her flipped up U shaped lips

Give something of a vibe.

But any minute now the bus's breaks will screech

For the next stop at the local loony bin

Alas, most of us ready

For a new level of spring ecstasy.

-Tallie

Women say men are bastards that never know what they want and are fascinated by every female that moves but then females can also choose to notice everything that moves and it's not so bad then, cause there are the boys with kind eyes and the girls with wet hair on the tube, the glamorous bastard that looks like the modern smoked-out version of Dorian Gray and the pixie little compact music lover. Because sometimes it's like 'Whoa' your eyes meet, you notice another living firecracker and it makes your day.

-Tallie

March

I just got back from another walk.
Now I'm sat listenin' to human talk.
I feel so lost, I feel so alone.
This is not what I call, my real home.
I love this time of year, when it rains all the time.
Now these people look at me, 'cause I'm covered in grime.
And mud, and I'm drenched. Water drippin' off my hair.
Down my bare
Chest.
I've been running through the trees again.
Obviously in the pouring rain.
I love it. When the storm rages.
And I'm next to naked.
Just a pair of shorts and trainers on.
Out in nature, I'm completely gone.
I cannot put into words, what it is I feel.
So I'll leave you to imagine, what I know is real.
-H

Conversation

I over think.
you look at me for conversation
and I respond
s   l   o   w   l   y   .
First we must think of a response:
Who am I talking to?
What is suitable for this situation?
The response is formed.
Is it a good response?
I do not know. Start again. What am I trying to say?
Iforget.
My mind argues with about the merits of thisreply, or thatreply
As Itry toremember whatthequestion is im trying to answer
The pause lengthens and you await your reply
Stop looking expectant…!
as my mind continues to circle madly.

I don’t want to talk



Iwanttoscreamandcryandcurlupintoaballonmybedandcurlupsotightlyicrushmyselfintoasingularityanddissapearorhideinthewardrobewhereisthelion?clawingatmyskinithastogoGOmynailsarentsharpenoughwhitelinefadeandreddenstopitno breath.


One.

Two…




what comes next?


Red…
Red..
Red.

my eyes itch…







Smile weakly and nod.



Walk away.

Don’t run.





Later, it occurs you never spoke to me either.

This is an extreme version of how think. I was thinking of drawing it as a flow chart but i foget what shapes all the boxes have to be. And its easier to have the rant in the middle like this =P

Tom (M)

I deleted my older ones.

I deleted the ones from the heart.
Most of them, it's a start.
I need to start a new.
They brought back too.
Many memories of you.
I miss my old pack.
I realy wish to have them back.
When we were free.
Just you 'n' me.
Beneath the trees.
Now I drift, like the lone one again.
Filled with rage and love and pain.
I'm in love right now.
How.
I let this happen I'll never know.
Maybe I need to go.
Run far away.
Come back one day.
Let me know how you feel.
See if this is real.
See if you change your mind.
I'd be so good for you, just give me a try.
-H

'Someone like you

And all you know

and how you speak'

Hello another one :)

I'm not the greatest at changing gears

Sometimes I forget the need to pedal
I make the bike sneeze, trip and cough out
The fractions of the abandoned speed

I like to cycle on the pathway
Scaring the dog walkers and children
I feel like a total expert biker
In that aerodynamic clingy gear

I'll dodge past them with a smug look
And continue on towards the river
Speeding by around the corners
Narrowly missing the friendly edge

Sometimes I think if I didn't miss it
It'd bounce back on the rubber resistance
The mosaics would skim the water's surface
Cupping and spilling the clear wet

Maybe the bike would get even drunker
On the freezing cold content of the river
We christened it foolishly by the name 'water'
And promised to keep it calming still

With ethanol joy it would set flight
Up up left, down left, down right
If there aren't any birds with which to collide
We'll continue successfully.

Planes

Step aside!
 
- Tallie

Only if you've breathed tiredness in a back seat
Of a car, taken home by an 'L', gliding over
Blurry country lanes;

Only if you paused to fill up petrol to the throat
Its homely city scent did penetrate your very spleen
Hello polluted motherland

Only if you had added extra layers to your veins
Conveniontly close to hungy ones
Cholestrol quater poundsers

Only if you had shaky knees - uninsulated creepy cool
Of dust and music in a cosy shed, nodding along
To this live decandence

Would you have noticed condensation tears of laughter
On the side mirror

Those funny H2Os were winking wildly to reassure
That learner.

They fell asleep, then being followed, woke
They scintillated more than radium

Not one a perfect circle, hundreds grouped
Escaping golden halos

Roaring stadium.

Those diamonds
I consider gifts.

Who needs them on their fingers, ears, chests?
Why go to Tiffanys?

Only if you have had a wide-lung
Evening, such as this

Don't let the gold rush fever go amiss
Come hither, search,
Look out

For these treasures.
 

- Tallie
 
 
 
Guys, your poems this week have been breathtaking!
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