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ElspethKoktavi
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- Last Record: 2013-04-14 21:13:53 +0400
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Some of my scribblings.
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If ever she had belonged to anyone or anything, she belonged to the ghosts. She sat on her front porch steps, her camisol and shorts clinging to her in ways that would turn heads, if... |
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What is life, truly? What is the purpose, of my journeying into the question of "Why am I here?"
Darkness is hiding, waiting with a grin |
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Out of nowhere, I'm pulled back into that dreaded, empty pit the absurd bug of existence biting my brain oh wayward traveller, where do you roam? held too clo... |
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Seemingly unreachable, in this lifetime or the next Nevertheless, you saved my inner sun for worship spilling my sunsets as easily as sand L... |
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Fighting the butterfly pressure of starting out on legs to gain wings She's off to her safe place, again
When your heart grew heavy Grew we... |
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A beacon for no one named me a lighthouse gone dark & silent I suicide my Dali Picasso Khalo on your shores I wouldn't have thought that your no... |
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I waited for you, but you never came back At the platform at dusk, staring down the right train on an empty track
You played the moon before the world&... |
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I had a dream that snowflakes were really fireflies that had flown to the moon & stars… and died.
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Orion's belt was looser when last I saw you, my mental snapshots of your beautiful laugh spilling from between your imperfect teeth the smile that alway... |
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It's been a long time, Jacob, since you've said a thing Buried deep within the cask Chasing pretty things
You are wrought iron and rusted t... |
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The soil was warmer yesterday. I could have planted my shoes & grown a new me My glorious twin, the one who is waiting to be reborn, remains a buried, frozen pod. ... |
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Advance apologies offered, as this is written my style (i.e., rambling & otherwise very looongish). The Tragedy: Once Upon a Time when I... |
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Where we, the cause for misfortune The lot with the most grain Starve ourselves cyclically Displaying our perfect, airbrushed bones &n... |
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they asked is anyone home when her heart turned ancient Rome the empire in her eyes burned down in a fortnight that's how long it took |
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Once Upon a Time, a vehicle swerved to avoid another. The odd perfume of wildflowers, loam, and crushed metal was strong & unexpected. The window trailed glitt... |
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It's unspecified and impersonal A dead and ominous silence prevailed I sit in judgement of timeless classics that shouldn't be neglected like this I left my m... |
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Your eyes, surrounded by quiet The mask of your face wearing stone You, the breath that was faltered You died in the snow, quite alone. |
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hatred transforms you you, the lonesome follower of my wayward apostles so determined to live your life as an escapade a false accolade ... |
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You would think, that in the course of nearly 38 years and 43 people, that I would have realized it.
I loved them so much that I would have traded my bones, blood, organs & breath for them, ... |
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smudged halo you played with the broken, seething things inside my head made music to make me blister, bitter, swollen-tongued & swallowing things that coul... |
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**Wow, this is/was a huge challenge for me. The "real" story is here, somewhere in my noodle. However, even with the upbeat music you suggested, it all keeps coming out dark & jumbled. Urk. NOT wh...
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She puffed on the cigarette as if it were a cylinder filled with lifesaving oxygen, her fingers spasming so hard that she could barely hold it. The heavy snow had started again, the thick globs t...
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Passing bits of salty, sour, sweet bitterness
Coughing up the spoils Eagerly defending passage against pirates Emotional with sunrise, sunset Who knew an unexpected tracheotomy ... |
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they who existed with psychic-chotic sensory systems
overloaded as if the everyday world was caffeine and the caffeine was cocaine sleep being an overrated achievement with little ... |
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"Vandals destroyed the letter that would have changed everything."
One of my neighborhood mail drop boxes was vandalized last week. The Post Office taped up a huge white sign on i... |
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The hungry Uni-torn filled his belly with great mouthfuls of sweet grasses... and his pants ripped.
A rambling bit of background: th... |
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Your name is not Colby or Morbier,
You certainly are not Swiss or Danish You do not live in Herkimer, Cotswold or Gloucester. You aren't a Dubliner. You aren't much of a Huntsm... |
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Oh, blast, another Ooops. Wanted to comment, but have created a fix-it, instead....
The Ballad of Stan Shall for now remain unsung, as Elspeth is far too sleepy-sill... |
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What truly inspires her
Is how the depths of feelings reflected in colour, voice, movement, text & vice are owned by the same souls who, ever determined, somehow grow lush gardens |
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All she wanted was love, but all love would do was stare at her wordlessly, seemingly unimpressed. So she ate love, and burped him up, instead. |
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Waiting to depart this planetary Plain Jane & be reborn
You are the cauldron that boils over I waited for you to descend from your highs Cloud-rolling, roiling, rage against me |
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bird (burd) v. 1. straighten or flick the middle finger's phalanges upright 2. silently but meanfully convey ranges of volatile emotions, stemming primarily from discontent/anger/irritation, usin...
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Another Reason for Taking the Car to the Car Wash:
Precarious cat, perched hungry & persistent made the scared birds poop. |
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Too and Two put on their tutus and danced merrily, pleased with themselves. Tue., a sad & bitter abbreviation, plotted grave grammatical & punctuation errors against them all. |
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... because I'm feeling like Dusty Broken Hearts Day is already here. It's almost a stereotypical, trite, melty sadness/goodness-- or a recipe for a really delicious cookie. Or, you know, it mig... |
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My ruby-lipped love,
We blossomed and grew together Never truly expecting That as our bodies succumbed to time's dry, fine lines & subtle, soft rot In each other's eyes... |
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I live in a small, mostly-undeveloped suburb of St. Paul/Minneapolis, MN that is less than 30" drive away from "everything." My home is surrounded by 2 ranches & 1 farm, so I am blessed with the ...
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... because sexy & desirable just doesn't quit, for some people. Beg pardon to all in advance, as the Grammar Police have been knocking me senseless for years, and all they manage to do is make my ...
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I was deliciously happy
(or at least convincingly faking it) until you, you unforgivably ugly & unlovable force of nature, invaded the most precious spaces of our lives & tried to de... |
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Resonance
surely only a reflection of light and she was broken, wasn't she? a fragile sense of self and composing lyrical nonsense as if she was still only 16 di... |
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For Nicholas 27 Feb. '76- 2 April '02
The rivets in your spine keep your back straight Give you a headache Chewing gum and baling wire or was that barbed wire |
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The metal garland
Hanging 'round my neck Is a rope of triumph, With souvenirs of each occasion that I decided that the end might actually be a seemingly impossible step f... |
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Still life with dusk and manitous.
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The ceaseless rambleblatherbabble ensues! 1. What is your creative process consist of? Do you think that the process of creation should be priva... |
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Ahhhh, my Writer's Block has been lessened considerably :)
1. If you had to pick one song to listen to on repeat for the rest of your life, what would it be? |
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*Disclaimer* OK, so I freely admit that this reads like an ultra-bad romance novel, or an ultra-bad plot for a film, hehe! It makes me want to stick my own head into an "Oh, Arghh!" outhouse. Ho... |
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He witched water & Burned lightning, now & again. |
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I don't know when it happened, but I suddenly got cold.
Suddenly I became aware of thi... |
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He had never known a "normal" life. He didn't bother to define normal. "Normal" was a word that could be found in an out-of-date dictionary, that was all. He remembered that as a ... |
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I repeat the same steps to work each day. I fall into |
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My top five favorite scents: 1. fallen leaves in Autumn 2. mulled mead 3. the sea 4. freshly-washed skin (without really smelly soaps), especially... |
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I awoke & looked out the window Sunshine & trees The kitchen still bears the remains of you ardor; your peace offering I think of your skin <... |
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"You can't just throw it all away." flick. "That's such a waste!" flick. "Will you at least set some of it aside, then? I might want some of it for later." flick. |
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honeycomb molecules you fancied me for my atoms mistaken for another
I don't remember anything I lef... |
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Waiting for deliverance from a deep emotional winter she dreams of sweetness, strength & abundance a lover worth her weight in gold &nbs... |
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Said Giuseppe: I am passion I am eloquence I am witty charm I am monetary Niagra I am xxx symbology Slithering serpent sin... |
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