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the science of silence.your arms form a barrier, blocking out all sound,
all thoughts,

there is nothing but you.

you.

you are the only thing that
can make a buzzing fan
sound like a butterfly;
a creaking house
like a lullaby.

moaning wind and soft footsteps,
tickings of clocks, downstairs.

but you made it feel like a soft cocoon;
a weightless wall of something golden:

&

The stormCartilage-smooth azure extends
above bent heads.
Furrows s t r e t c h b e y o

the edge

My WinterCardinals will
                drip
from the branches like
berries
and the sky will turn to smoke.
The ground crunches under your feet and it’s
Almost as if you could
         sail away
across the ice.
Brandished behind screens of glass
are fists of ivory
They are covered in scratches and
         bloom
from the dark like magnolia blossoms.

Impulse: Heart of GlassI'm sorry.
How many times have I said that?

napoleon at sevenan old guitarist sitting
on a watercolor hill,

plucking on six strings absent.
two halves of breasts running near

under van gogh's starry night,
under black-white guernica.

everything in all jigsaws,
everything in trepid cubes.

a girl before a mirror
with violin and guitar,

sitting with three musicians
and a woman with her book,

stippling all realities
of intangible maternity.

hours yielding from dalí's clock,
minutes sub-the alchemist

like rain, like raining, like rained—
portraits wilt with abstract smiles.

clear sfumato, oh still life,
napoleon at seven.

winter footnoteswinter footnotes
e.bojnowski

your elbows were anchors
in a softly-lit parking lot,
where you sang to glass and paper:

and your visions are quiet hills
your visions are shy sounds
your visions are sheep covered in frost.

speaking
loose tongued,
like an old shoe-

that dry rasp
that leaves me covered in skin flakes,
leaves me
brushed onto the wall .

I am the raised bumps in spackle-
ripped off with the sound of a poor phonograph:

in my chain link home,
a residual ghost.

The Vampire and His Servant I The Vampire and his Servant
________________________________________

As I fall on the withered ground,
I stare up at the darkening sky,
Tears pouring from my pleading eyes.
I want to be free from this hell…

Light footsteps sound, stepping toward me.
I turn my head, slowly, the fear sending chills down my spine…
Making my heart cold.

He walks towards me, his graceful legs carrying him closer.
His long black hair whips against his pale face
As a sudden wind makes contact with his slender body

As he reaches me, he kneels down in front of my crumbled body.
I

losing everything i never hadit's an early morning as the sun is rising, stepping into my mother's room and moving towards her bed, careful not to disturb the dark shadows on the walls, or the lulling silence that's filling the steps between us, i ask her when she wearily opens her eyes, "why was i born?"
her face held no expression, and she didn't reply
she didn't reply

i might as well not have gotten out of bed today.
i might as well be -
_____

and sometimes as i'm sitting in the passenger seat, i lose track of where i'm headed. i lose track of the fact that i'm moving, i'm moving somewhere slowly across a map. i'm moving with the world, and i'm just one person o

You Underneath

You
underneath,
brushing the willow,
swallow many branches, while
brushing the willow
underneath
you.

Silence,
they hear the
scratch, the bark
at the back of your throat.
Scratch the bark,
they hear the
silence.

You
underneath
brushing the willow,
silence!
They hear the
scratch, the bark
at the back of your throat;
scratch the bark
they hear the
silence,
brushing the willow
underneath
you.

satan threw me a slumber partyi’m tired
of you, and
i’m tired of
Miss Irony;

i’m tired of OCD,
i’m tired of poetry,
i’m tired of counting
and miscounting sheep,

i’m tired of losing my mind
to cosmetic con artists who make
more money than banks,
who make more sense
than a vending machine;
who make their mind up,
down,
not minding their dirty,
shady business.

oh, how i envy those poisoned Disney Princesses

i’m tired of blitzkrieg alarm clocks that snooze louder than me,
and
i’m tired of vinyl pinups (un)dressing up my hypnophobic lids
and
i’m tired of the poltergeist who keeps fucking up cushion clouds
and

Chalk Outlines

Hold my hand.
and together we'll walk into darkness. side by side.
together.
not to be torn a part.
our dreams trying to lead us into different directions.
We let them die.
like our stories. our friends. our hopes. our wishes.
they got old and worn out. We'd do anything to be together.
(We are a puzzle.)
We escaped.
the 2 of us.
leaving the world around us incomplete
like a big puzzle that's lost it's pieces.
(We were a puzzle.)
we outlined ourselves in chalk. again.
to keep us safe. to stop the outside world from drawing us back.
drawing us a part from each other.
To belong to something that didn't rightfully deserve to
ex

NudeI took off layer after
layer.
I stripped myself of my sticky c n.
o o
co

Wild briar b
l
o
s
s
s m o flew away from me like bullets

leaving cyclamen bruises to bloom wildly beneath.

I rubbed off the blackberry syrup
From my pallid temples
And

.- Blood Lust -.His hand, cool against my skin.
My warm breath carresses his neck as he leans back.
I hold my body close to his, pressing our warmth together.
Is this love?

I pull him towards me, and open my mouth wider.
His eyes flash towards me, shock showing in them.
I move closer to the warm flesh on his neck, my mouth aching to taste the blood running in the veins underneath...
Is this lust?

My teeth sink into the skin on his neck.
I hear him groan in pain, watch his eyes roll back.
His blood trickles down my chin, and it flows downmy throat.
This is bloodlust.

I was Hercules in a past life,Set the clocks four years back?
Check.
Turn the fucking television off?
Check.
Adjust the volume on the radio?
Check.
Know what it's like to be you?

Well, let's not get carried away...

--

Yesterday,
I invented English;
I discovered Spain
in a hot air balloon
and drove to clinics
to patent electricity.

Yesterday,
I channel surfed the English channel
and developed an allergy to royalty.
And even though I had everything,
I still went bankrupt over medicine
you told my pharmacist I deserved.

--

Today,
I am the King of Clovers
and the Emperor of China.
I am the laziest kind of poet
and the worst liar since Socrates.

Toda

Degrees Warped By FragmentsDegrees Do Worse Warped By Fragments

I.
I sit among a contingent of fresh-faced athletes doing mostly
Nothing,

Reading a book on the crosses of cosmogony when I feel a hand
Tapping

On my shoulder. I turn around like a toddler's wind-up toy and
Find

No face to match the arm suspended in space by something unseen

II.
Faces of clocks abound on every wall I sit across from, next to or
Near;

It makes no sense to me. Half an hour will pass before I have slept
Enough

Hours, and yet exhaustion always accompanies me, even during the
Brief

Rush of excitement I feel when the clocks cease ticking.

III.
Library books are beginning to pil

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Dancing in My Mind

by ~thornandes, Apr 25, 2006, 11:54:48 AM
Literature / Poetry / Experimental / Surrealism

I'm dancing,
dancing in my mind,
partying alone in my wildness dream,
let me dancing,
atittude is cloying,
tappin my feet,
groovin my body,
now let me dancing in my mind. .

I'm dancing,
dancing in ur mind,
dance floor is imaginary,
take me on it,
dancing with me,
deep down inside,
the limit is endless,
now let me dancing in ur mind. .

I'm dancing,
dancing in ur mind and mine,
let me dancing together,
dancing closed to perfection,
stay here forever,
facing the light,
don't deny it,
Now I'm dancing with u. .

Let me dancing in my mind. .
Now or later. .

_{~ thornandes ~}

Dancing in My Mindby ~thornandes

Literature / Poetry / Experimental / Surrealism

©2006-2013 ~thornandes

Listening:
Only This Moment - Royksopp

~jfarchaul Apr 26, 2006

james... pake foto asik nihh..

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~thornandes Apr 27, 2006

fotonya ga ada. . hehe. .

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~bleedingbride Apr 26, 2006 Digital Artist

ahhahahahaa.. gara2 convo kita kemaren malem ya? hahahaha

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~thornandes Apr 26, 2006

hahahaha! lumayan bikin hati panas ya norrr!

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~kenns Apr 25, 2006

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~thornandes Apr 26, 2006

wah di fav! makasiih mike! padahal cuma ingin iseng2 mengungkapkan hati. . huhuhu. .

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~xaRieLx Apr 25, 2006

thats a very nice free write poem.. nice.. klo gw disana ada i'll snap for u.. we dont clap our hands

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~thornandes Apr 26, 2006

huhuhu, thx a lot huney!

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