*
if you meet this woman a second time
lend her a laugh but do not consider
the racket she makes some kind of invitation
for she can no more trust her fate to your whimsy
than expect frivolous discussion to follow serious flirtationperhaps she would break off a piece
of her heart and and pour…
Source: straynotions
let’s try this again 8D
i believe…this third stanza:
I’m adept at floating
it’s just a matter of filling the lungs
with one substance and keepnig
the other from getting inis to die for and that more strong words may be arriving and arising from this voice in the future. 8} gggaaaa - i’m such a dork but check her out. awkwardest<3 jillc
Source: anjaguggenheims
once upon a sometime
inside my crystal ball
i spied a window in the distance
with a warm light on
where a silhouette sat trapped
in a tower of pretty words
waiting for a damsel in distress
to sidle up for rescueon closer inspection
with retroflection
the glass orb revealed
the belfry…
Source: trixclibrarian
do not let
the tinydog
(of passion)
out alone
at nighthis bark
is nowhere
near as bad
as his bitestill
he crouches
hiding
his fierce
vulnerability
in tall grassswaying
cringing echos
whimpered
(passions)
retreatingforever
sounding
a call
from which
i can
glean
no meaning
Source: trixclibrarian
1.
the city woke up to the news that roggyscanvas been stolen from the local gallery and the police were already tracking down a person of interest - therealvagabondking, who lived with two sisterly felines - lunaroze and serenityroze - on the edge of the city where madness makes its home…
i do not know how i could have possibly missed this piece of giantbigfun - except i’m clumsy and awkward but… so much biglove! what fun and what a humbling great bunch of writers :) you kickass
Source: archonofdarkness
i won’t link to the full review of our show the other night, or even name the publication (if you care, google), because i don’t want to give the writer the satsifaction of the hits. but can i talk for a moment about how incredibly much this pisses me off? thanks, i will. the review begins:
…
indeed!
Source: amandapalmer
If you are quiet enough
you can hear the waves knock
you against the Earth,
feel constellations swirl in your lungs.
Then, there is nothing left to do
but listen and sing along
knowing how it all
breathes so perfectly.
Source: artmuses
love this…piece of artwork, artist, these words {awkwardly} jc
drawing by marsalla
automatic writing-Throw yourself into the light and sound without prejudice, reverence, or a need to cling on to anything. Forever is a concept that scares you- you’ve gotten used to chapters and endings. It’s limiting your growth and independence. You programmed yourself to feel the wrong things.
Become something more than you can ever think of- become what scares you the most- No fear unless you let it happen. Follow through immediately-
if jesus had a strap-on
did he have a tuck-back, too
or was he like a ken-doll
without any pubic “do”
surely he had an asshole
or he couldn’t take a poo
and wasn’t it kind of the point
for him to break taboo
i mean what’s a miracle afterall
without a little eat-sleep-shit life
for contrast
Source: trixclibrarian
oh! and of course…there was snatch last night :)
it was truly a divine collaboration so I wanted to share the love this morning with T at xtremewriting
xtremewriting & trixclibrarian:
i like to speak
v a g i n a
in public
people stare
i don’t care
fuckit
with cock talk
everywhere
we women want
our share
of bare naked
language
for example
dare we say
how we play
alone
when we lay
on our tummies
and diddle our bits
why is that more shocking
than the shite
porn is hocking
when…
Source: xtremewriting
wiggle in to rotation wound round
bended on thrusting expanding and contracting
behind air squared into four points suspending
pumping through vibrations clacking
spread wide flared to wink blinking just below
a brain that works way too hard to move words
and letters back and forth like waves of doing
with eyes and nostrils lips and jaw
throat voice box apparatus {of hope} heart
lungs belly {breath} over hips and knees
ankles and toes all of me
on the go
Source: trixclibrarian
all my meters (and of course my metres)
are off today (as they are all too often)
but oddly i don’t care
instead i’m distracted
by a tiny stranger of
freedom in the shape
of comfort in my own
skin
peaking around every corner
of my day sounding whispery
clear inexplicable yet melodic
in and out of place
my body temperature
rises and falls with no accord
for weather nor climate control
decibels in voice go unmodulated
all sense of my own likability is gone
maybe i am maybe not as good as i can
be
breathing is coming easy missing information
no source of anxiety could there be such
a thing as apathetic curiosity because
i’m not feeling all that confident but
i still feel like a human-shaped
giggle* skin be giggle / heart be slick / body go wiggle / the flame’s hot lick
Source: trixclibrarian
i. splits vs pieces
too many times now
i have been broken
broken off
{not broken open}
at the heart
whipped by my
own delight
twisted free of my me
in groping hands
reeling it in
my heart rope
used to choke deep
fears
of lovably misguided
{sorta} men
definitely human
but not
now…
Source: trixclibrarian
