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I Stutter The Body ElectricI sing the body electric  even as all the bulbs  burn out   
All of our filaments  worn down to the wire,  blackened twists of wasted  effort   
None of the people  I pass on the street  seem worth the time  it would take  to make contact,  
complete the circuit and  start a spark   
And even when I do  the light is never  quite as bright as it  was before   
Which is  
in the end  the tragic failing  
of all of the things  we expected to make  
us whole. I Stutter The Body Electric
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Romantic PoemWhen I am around you...   
ah, but now you can tell  this is going to be  
a romantic poem!   
It's too late, you're  casting your eyes up  nervously  hoping that this is  maybe a joke?  Sorry to disappoint   
When I am around you,  
I lose my words   
I slip, trip, stumble and fall  as soon as I'm out of sight;  watch carefully, you might catch me   
I might WANT you to catch me   
When I get tired  of tiptoeing cat-pawed  
around the issue,  I will put pen to paper  and put paid to anxiety   
I DO want Romantic Poem
by ~lostandloveless
7 p.m.Only 7 p.m.  and I am already dozing,  done with this  
waste of a day  and maybe the next  one as well   
It is a strangely  easy feeling  when no one and nothing  needs your immediate attention  usually lonely,  but right now  somehow  perfect   
Eyes stitched up  
by sleep, clutching a pillow  the music gets softer  and softer  as I drift away  again   
And if you didn't  fall in love with me today  I can always try again  tomorrow  or whenever I  
wake up. 7 p.m.
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One Flew East, etc.Any old pen  is better than pencils  for poetry,  
I think to myself  as housepets  throw themselves  under diesel wheels.   
My pants bleed fuzz  where my cat  pricked them, scaling  my legs  before my parents  stole the damn thing  and gave it away.   
When the music swells  the mind rolls on  through all the heroes  we could have been  bleeding men from novels  dying under the knife  under the gun  beneath the soft  suffocating  pillow of  fate. One Flew East, etc.
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Such a terrible waste

Wed Jan 28, 2009, 9:26 PM
of your time to read this, but if you persist,

I am unhappy and out of her favor, where I am in love. This is the most natural pattern I know. Longing. Who decided that this was going to be it?

I am unsettled about so many things, but there are two things really fucking me up. Real Life Impending (as in, getting out of the house, maybe even going to college), and wondering if, in my old age, I will have to pay for the intimacy I can't wheedle out of anyone from my peer group.

Valentine's Day is approaching, and every year that means something different.

This year, it may mean violence.

It may mean nothing.

I hope so.

Sorry I don't write so much. I have this problem where I sit down to write and all that comes out is emotional diarrhea. I am taking pills for it. We will see if it helps.

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  • Mood: Alienated
  • Listening to: Rufus Wainwright
  • Reading: Watchmen (again)
  • Watching: the odds stack up
  • Playing: with myself
  • Eating: pepperoni
  • Drinking: water

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  • Current Residence: Between once upon a time and happily ever after
  • Interests: buttered toast, lime popsicles, starry nights, learning to paint. love
  • Favourite movie: Harold and Maude, Bladerunner, Catch Me If You Can
  • Favourite band or musician: Dispatch, Counting Crows, Modest Mouse
  • Favourite genre of music: Classic rock, jam bands, Semi-folk and Indie rock, Grunge, Techno
  • Favourite artist: Edward Hopper, Clive Barker, Mike Mignola
  • Favourite poet or writer: Neil Gaiman, Clive Barker, Ray Bradbury, Rod Sterling
  • Skin of choice: punctured
  • Favourite game: Half-life 2
  • Favourite gaming platform: XBox
  • Favourite cartoon character: Fone Bone
  • Personal Quote: These aren\'t the lyrics...
  • Tools of the Trade: Pen, notebook, brain chemistry

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~sylvanslang Feb 24, 2009, 11:06:00 AM
Your work is stunning, all the more so because I stumbled upon the herds of poems unwittingly, not expecting to find something on the screen staring back through me.
I'm pretty jealous, not going to lie. :)

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She had known happiness, intense happiness, exquisite happiness, and it silvered the rough waves a little more brightly as the blue went out of the ocean...
- Virginia Woolf, "To the Lighthouse"
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~lostandloveless Mar 13, 2009, 8:18:48 PM
I apologize for the huge gap between this comment and my reply. I'm afraid I write very little nowadays.

Thank you for your kind words, though! I'm glad you find something worthwhile in these scribbles.

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FUCK this shit, I'm in LOVE!
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Mood: Love ~lady472 Aug 15, 2008, 11:44:37 AM
Hey, thanks for the fave friend. :D

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... And those who were seen to be dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music. Friedrich Nietzsche

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~lostandloveless Aug 18, 2008, 5:47:37 PM
No prob. It's a great photo.

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FUCK this shit, I'm in LOVE!
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~lady472 Aug 18, 2008, 5:53:13 PM
:D How are you by the way?

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... And those who were seen to be dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music. Friedrich Nietzsche

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~lostandloveless Aug 20, 2008, 9:31:36 AM
Oh, I feel pretty good.

I'm... romantically involved with someone (who happens to be a junior in college, but hell) and they're making me super happy. I just hate that they leave for ARIZONA at the end of the week.

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FUCK this shit, I'm in LOVE!
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~lady472 Aug 20, 2008, 1:54:15 PM
I'm glad. You were going through bit of a scary period a while back.

I'm glad you're involved with someone who really makes you happy, but sad for you that she's leaving.

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... And those who were seen to be dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music. Friedrich Nietzsche

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