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jesterlady
- Seattle, WA
- Last Record: 2013-06-18 11:06:52 +0530
- Joined: Sep 03, 2010
- http://jesterlady.live...
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Because, yes, I admit to being a part of the blbest crush fanclub and more importantly, I need some guys in my little quest to search all of HitRECord.
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As the boy was sleeping, the tooth fairy recklessly bounded through the window she had forced open only moments before. She careened into the dresser as her wings gave out, like a baby bird launch...
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i've never been a structure
better crafted than the work of eager school children's palms, kneading clay into small monuments alongside misshaped monsters and the... |
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I started a project months ago in which I plan to write one poem a day for an entire year, here's one from the batch.
http://adayforayear.blogspot.com/ *****************************... |
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i can feel winter's snow approach
long before its clouds. as though snowflakes accumulate on my bones in mounds. to insulate a cold invested in thoughts |
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Last night the sky exploded, |
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At some point someone convinced me |
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During my daily web browsing, I found comments |
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I’m fine, things are alright. |
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I told my friends I wanted to love a girl who was literary, |
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When you asked if I wanted to ride along, I didn’t mean to say “sure,” |
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(I wrote this a week or so before Joe brought up the RE: Love collab again. It seems to fit. I think one of the tricky parts of love is still finding a way to care for those who ... |
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I've written plenty of short stories in the past and decided to give a short script a shot. It's far from perfect, but I felt inspired and wanted to give it a try. In my mind I see this as a s... |
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based on the myth of Icarus, through his father's eyes
****************************************************************************************** i'll fuel your escape as an ar... |
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i saw dawn in your eyes
as darkness descended, with the cold air fresh on my cheeks. my feet idle on rooftops and my back against chimneys, each reaching for the heavens |
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I think time is a great idea to examine, it can be measured and viewed in so many ways. I quickly threw something together to try to show one way I often understand time, by recounting memories. ...
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i fear that i'm more eloquent
when i say nothing at all. as the leaves are more beautiful dying in fall. and these days feel longer than the dark, crafted night... |
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Her name is Taylor. I think she might know my name as well, but I'm not certain. My professor has a knack for always partnering me up with her, regardless of where we sit. Despite his masterful ...
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Jeph’s mother always took pride in her brilliant creativity.
“Life isn’t any easier with a name like Bob,” she chimed from the ktichen as she made breakfast. She didn’t realiz... |
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we piece together parts
of a beautiful mind to create a soul with infinite time, for birthing giants of inspired magnitudes built for galleries and cinema seats,<... |
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You said you needed some space, so I cut holes in your ceiling at night to let the starlight in.
(reworded it a bit)
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The monster couldn’t sleep until his father checked the bed above, making sure there were no children on it.
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Every raindrop falls in hopes of building an ocean. |
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After I built our dream home, I put a fence around the yard for the sheep to leap so you could join me here sooner.
(I'm hoping the somewhat pun/deception of "drea... |
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I sometimes wonder if my imaginary friends were just imagining me. |
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i was left alone
in the parking lot to make small talk with your oldest friend. i never heard another word from you, though we once held a love, it was lost. you... |
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let your wings find
lift in the breath of another as you lose my face in the eyes of your lover with your arms bound tight against your side |
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I love that it rains when I need it most,
and that no one really understands my love of grey skies I love the way the wet asphalt reflects the sky and every stoplight in sight. |
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The sun hung low as it
kissed the hills and they blushed in gold with an amorous thrill ‘til starlit departed each lover's bliss and the mounds were dark without ... |
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i pressed the ivory keys of my grandmother's old piano
beneath my fingers, brushing aged melodies loose from the dust; i shook the chords like a soot filled rug and i ... |
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i'll think of building
statues in your likeness atop mountains, and dismiss how ridiculous it sounds, i'll carve your face into those same mounds of rock nex... |
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(I wrote one poem a day for a year here: adayforayear.blogspot.com, this was written on Day 365)
Once a day for year, I wrote poems about you. I wrote odes to your blue eyes and com... |
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I want to ride a bicycle at night
beside you, and tie the moon’s tethers to my handle bars like a kite made of kerosene hung in a night painted black in burnt match sticks,... |
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we lived in brick homes
made of cardboard and colored in crayon, playing house, pretending we were grownups, you fed me blades of grass and told me it was pasta, ... |
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Some days I feel my pulse tap inside my skull and
I can almost hear it, click, click, click, click, click, and each click ticks like seconds on a stopwatch, like it's Sunday nig... |
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I am fingertip smudges on picture windows, and cold toes in tangled sheets,
no longer neatly tucked beneath the corners of my bed. I am a chronic infomercial watching insomniac with... |
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I would shout until my lungs were the pipes of an organ,
as tall and thick as redwoods, waiting for my words to fall in forests to the beat of an earthquake and you’d feel it shake y... |
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God crawled on his hands and knees into a fort made of blankets from the spare room and folding chairs from the closet. He had tea parties with your grandmother, and read comic books by flashlight...
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There's days when I forget the way the weight of your head
fit perfectly between the contours of my chest, but it comes back to me and shortens my breath. Your blond hair ... |
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We were in my car
when you asked me, "Do you know what my favorite word is?" I couldn't guess, the possibilities were endless. "Chagrin." "Chagrin?" "Yes, chagrin... |
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The thought of you without me,
left me bedridden, Turning in sheets Until my elbows Were polished marble, And my fingers dulled Like month old bargain brand Razor... |
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Your frail fingers fumbled through bins
of thread wound round small wooden wheels, the silk soft between the wrinkled tips of your index and thumb, the color of the canned plums in t... |
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it gets easier to shut the door as you get older,
in the face of that girl that held your hand, that girl that said "love" was in her chest and dropped it on the floor at your f... |
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I wrote a love letter
to every city with high rise hotels and gritty slums, from the top of blooming buildings, to their steel beam roots, I spoke to the beat of ... |
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I wanted to run through
back alleys lined with box springs and dumpsters, hoping I'd find trouble, and he'd bloody my nose and steal my wallet. maybe you'd hear about ... |
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I rolled the moon |
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The park was sweltering, |
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Beside the natatorium, beyond a chain link fence, |
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For every eyelash that falls out, I make another wish....that my eyelashes would stop falling out... |
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There are times |
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You said you loved |
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I dreamt we owned a porch swing |
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“It’s just a nickname!” The killer whale pleaded before the jury.
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I watched a couple roller skate across |
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Sun and Moon had a habit of always just missing one another, despite their shared affection. “I hear he’s quite bright,” Moon reflected. “They say... |
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If my ribs are cut from the same mammal bone |
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The moths throw their bodies |
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You said your mother gave you her hips |
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I have a habit of remembering every day I spent with you, |
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In an old classroom where the windows never closed |
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My grandmother was a very independent woman. She was the kind of person that never wanted anyone to make a fuss about her, even when she needed help. In her old ag... |
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Being born was my cat’s retirement party, |
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Your smile is still the prettiest I’ve ever seen, |
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(I've had a single line of this written for awhile, but was still trying to figure out where to go with it, after reading through Joe's lyrics to "Nothing Big" again, I got inspired and knew... |
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Her mourning breath lasts the day |
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Trick and treat me, honey, |
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You are and always will be beautiful. Never forgive me |
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At a young age, my grandfather had his polio twisted leg |
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Yesterday, I danced through puddles |
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Radio talk show hosts, the newspaper, and internet homepages told me that 11:11 on 11/11/11 is the luckiest time the world’s seen in the last hundred years. It’s a time to make wishe... |
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Don’t think these red lips came |
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I saw you dreaming and fell asleep too, hoping to join you. I wrestled a bear and rescued a princess instead, they send their regards. |
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He holds her in his hands, |
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The man on Walnut is howling. He has been for the past 6 weeks. On his porch, barefoot, in long johns that end halfway down his ankles, and a plain white t-shirt. The neighborh... |
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I’ve been building poems beneath the hard backs |
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I thought we were falling in love when our first date |
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When I was a boy, I slept under starlight every night. |
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I had some decent recording software at my disposal this weekend and decided to do a couple readings.
with some suitable recording options for the weekend, I did a couple readings.
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NASA has confirmed the existence of |
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"Excuse me, miss, have I seen you somewhere before?" "In your dreams..." "Last Tuesday's or Friday's?" "Tuesday's" "King Arthur's Court or the gro... |
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Stop wishing you knew what you know now |
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said her heart was full of antlers, |
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The tallest tree in the parking lot, more full of spring than every other, emptied first. Its petals were removed by an abundance of wind and rain. All the cars looked like parade floats, ... |
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He always had the look of broken, always |
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If Regina played “Us” at a concert I was attending, |
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We slept on the roof, our legs knotted, tangled in cosmos, letting the wind kiss our hair to dancers. We didn’t wanna move here, we hoped our bodi... |
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At night, I am a crimefighting cosmonaut very much in love with you. By morning, I am unemployed. |
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See, there’s this diamond they talk |
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My chest is full of branches. |
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Tree available: Climbable, reader friendly. Song birds welcome. No smoking. |
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(31 - M - Brooklyn) |
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All your talk of mountains and lakes, |
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I had a habit of falling in love with every woman I encountered. When a waitress would ask what else she could get me, I would request salt and her hand in marriage. For two ye... |
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“If you hold that shell to your ear, you can hear the ocean.” “It just sounds like someone sighing forever, like my mom.” “I found it on the... |
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My friend Matthew said his daddy was a mountain. I think that makes Matthew a billy goat, but his name’s Matthew, not billy, so maybe, like, a Matthew goat, I think. <... |
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all my gravity lifted, trying to gather all its warmth |
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Who the hell are you? A senator, or a fireman, or Grover Cleveland, or a bathroom attendant, it doesn’t matter anymore, man. You’re in my car. I'm drivi... |
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8 years old, and one evening, such a pissed off barrel of Donkey Kong tossed fury I was, I ran away from home. A brown suitcase in hand, housing only a turban wearing, Hammer pantsed Aladd... |
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The morning following our first orbit, |
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I live so much in my head because I imagine the rent is cheaper |
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At last, Fall fell for Autumn |
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