September 2011
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I can’t believe we didn’t see this...
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The Ant is a Centaur in its Dragon World
Ezra Pound
August 2011
17 posts
UberGrump
Tumblr, y u eat all my messages? I just want to talk to my friends… *sigh* I shall keep on trying… More poetry tomorrow! :)
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Poem #66
Sorry for being so quiet, been out and about and not in the mood for writing anything of merit! wish-on-stars (a blog you should all be following!) gave me two lines to start a poem, and I had the job of finishing it off. I’ll probably end up editing this heavily sometime in the future to make it work better, but I’ve been silent for too long! Thank you for the little project :P x
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“You see a mousetrap, I see free cheese and fucking challenge.”
– Scroobius Pip (via pezsface)
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Never ever ever
Want to see another bottle of Sunset Sarsaparilla ever again
Effort > Gain BLAH.
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o.O
I’m behind on my poetry And now I’ve eaten too much, so my fingers are too fat to type And on top of all that, forever alone Grump.
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Poem #22
Looking up at you though squid ink, The eyeglass of the drowning,
I cannot tell if this storm is The child of your eyelash Or the secret of their lids, Darkening the hemorrhage salt.
Perhaps the only art is Asphyxia, the breathless Liquids of Leviathan Drawing out our beasts with the
Hook in its gill, until seeing And drowning are only parted By the wideness of your eyes in The...
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“Never love anybody who treats you like you’re ordinary.”
– Oscar Wilde (via quotewhore)
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Somebody inbox me something I can use as the first...
And said poem shall be created! :) (I shall of course be a gentleman and name you in the post. None of this unacknowledged inspiration bullshit from me, no sir.) Just fancy some “excitement”. That is all. x
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Poem #65
Marilyn is dead, The updraft just a whisper lashing tissue eyelids, Heels rapt and cast out Those starshapes now turned on heels to smudgy dizziness,
Just as heatless strips Plant bright as Vegas ground in bedsheets, still cherry plump
And forever we Expected neat as negatives absolved the camera,
Its shutter enough Of your laughing to ring in obituary
And the breath of life Clichéd out of...
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Hummm...
Might make a video to fill my writing drought. Maybe. We’ll see.
I've suddenly gone really tired
So I’ll answer my asks in the morning. I haven’t slept properly in weeks… But keep asking and I’ll be right on it in the morning. Promise. :) Loves!
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I'm too quiet for my own good
And I can’t even bring myself to write anything decent… Ask me anything?
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Poem #64
Secondly I felt hands as cardboard dragons And their stories eating up my joints in myth, I the furnace unchained in drilling teeth Split-pin of my stony shins and forearms, And in the pitch of its sun-consuming wings Dark shapes are legend, and I papery heats Of the monstrous free.
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These days I crave. There's work to do.
Would you like to work with me? I’d love to work you…
July 2011
32 posts
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I hate that feeling when you randomly feel...
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Grump.
Still no real motivation to write… What am I becoming?
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Poem #63
You look with the foresight Of a jackal’s eye weighing My heart against a feather,
De facto lingering In sandstone as neat as Necropolis, waiting
For a monolith to Burst from my tongue’s column, As if it could plinth the rising.
- Malb 24/07/2011
I'm behind on my emails. FML. I love you all...
Story of my life…
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I want to love like ET. I want to make someone...
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I've cut off all my hair. Hair is too mainstream.
That and I’m halfway to baldness anyway. I’m 20. FML. However, people make such a big deal out of hair. Perhaps this does not bode well…
In other news, I might actually feel like writing again soon. Grump.
Benjamin.: ceryselizabeth: mountaineatscat:... →
ceryselizabeth:
malb:
ceryselizabeth:
mountaineatscat:
ceryselizabeth:
mountaineatscat replied to your post: lol
Smooth ;)
you’re a bad person.
Love you Cerys! My friend doesn’t believe that’s a real name, so be calls you Crease if you are mentioned. Haha. You don’t know him. :) you know I’m…
I AM THE NON-BELIEVER!
Hello “Cerys”
;)
IT IS A REAL NAME :(
it’s pronounced like...
Benjamin.: ceryselizabeth: mountaineatscat:... →
ceryselizabeth:
mountaineatscat:
ceryselizabeth:
mountaineatscat replied to your post: lol
Smooth ;)
you’re a bad person.
Love you Cerys! My friend doesn’t believe that’s a real name, so be calls you Crease if you are mentioned. Haha. You don’t know him. :) you know I’m…
I AM THE NON-BELIEVER!
Hello “Cerys”
;)
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Poem #62
And the matchbox wanes with the bloody knuckle, Mosaic from glassed chin Catching the morning stars as they sang as one, Burning to the cuticles
A gibbous wax by which night uncomsuming Lifts our papier-mâché wires
To chalices of novae in the expanse Of their everlasting seepage:
Bruises pooling by skylight at the hilts of Charred palms, groping for shapes in
Blindness, searching for song...
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I wish I had a restart button.
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The one knot able To tie-up loose ends seems all Too close to a noose
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Poem #61
Paladin of Dachau wreathed in lamplight chivalry And a stallion of fireflies, Dresden plates And Deuteronomy’s cauldron uplift in turn Romantic hooves before their barrage breaches mantle, Rapturing dust in ribbons: dreadlocks of Heisenberg Hung where compasses could never prophesise, Curtail for the mapmakers of middle distance Where continents meld in lines of inky Birkenau, Tectonics...
Speaking of Xbox...
Here is my Gamertag: Tomalbon
Add me.
That is all.
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Grump.
Haven’t felt like writing much this past week. And the couple of things I have posted I’m not happy with. Very forced. I have an idea brewing, will work on it later. Now is time for some Xbox escapism. See you on the other side…
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"You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot...
- Ray Bradbury
Sleep now. So, so tired.
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“Life is not so bad if you have plenty of luck, a good physique and not too much...”
– Christopher Isherwood (via sanities-bane)
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Poem #60
My last day on Earth is a sunflower, Named for a star but heavy-headed the
Sojourner ingrains its countless spidered eyes To loam and its punctuate dead chrysalised,
Sagging between eternity and the Promise of life when darkness prevails;
A candlewick to a furnace; a limb That begs to hold its mother’s face only
To falter at its Father’s great oven, Incinerated as seedling becomes
Those first...
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The Love of my Cat
I love my cat. Not in a “he’s cute and fluffy” kind of way, but because of his character. If that sounds a bit creepy, let me explain:
My cat is a good hunter. I’ve lost count of the amount of times he’s brought me a “present” with a big pleased face and a thunderous purr. If he wanted to he could live without me. He’s perfectly capable of...
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Poem #59
Relics of madrigal stacked in bastion For tornado and the torrents kept in Rune chalk, aortic passage ultraviolet Though whittling masonics, cords of shadow Scraped as the vassals of axemen wayward In forest and column, recalling the pattern Of everything that was in muscle meeting Rock: new igneous chorus in the forerunner Of fortress, half-immortaliser of kernel As gales make their own...
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Poem #58
Planets incline, abyssal spadhands made murk; every island the manifold Of ditch as the collars of men draw Territories from ravine: grave of the Burrier trenched manysided in The space between all things that lingers Where burnt neck and burning cloth atomise; Spectres the modulus shovel, Matter a matter of fact, meeting Equatorial chokehold with the Length of the world as we Move...