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Explanation_________________________________________________________Explanation
I write and write and write as if I thought you had gotten trapped within my pen and ridding it of ink might let you out
I write to pave the miles to connect our dots on the map to cut a path through the days of me here and you there
I write to watch the phrases come together to build something from nothing to summon dreams onto the page and send them out into the world
I write because I don't know how to stop, have no defense against the storm of sentences
by ~sylvanslang
some times____________________________________________________some times
once in a while
I learn things without knowing how like how to long and how to lose but mostly it doesn’t work that way and I can never seem to find instructions for the things I really need to know
there are days
that I’m just a telephone hanging off the hook waiting on your hand to move me again, to hold me to your face, when I’m impatient for your lips
to fill me with your words or at least for someone to hang me up and end my suspense.
every
by ~sylvanslang
Identity______________________________________________________Identity
a thousand thousand former selves their paper thin forms swaying in the constant breeze as still more are abandoned to their midst reflexively.
It’s as natural as breathing, this shedding of skins- the falling away of each delicately drifting off and apart to join the myriad of its fellows,
the layers peeled away until something solid might remain weathered bare
by the probing tongues of unhealing time naked and unchanging,
till there’s a constant to low
by ~sylvanslang
Rationed__________________________________________________Rationed
I sometimes wonder if there’s a fixed number of poems within me, an allotment of verse given me at birth that someday I’ll use up if I’ll come to a word and break more than the line, will break off writing all together now that I’ve said my piece. You’re amazed, you say, at the volume of ink I wash through my brain, at all the words pulled through my teeth. Well I just sit and calculate wondering if I’ve moved too fast if I should have spread things out to make
by ~sylvanslang
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- Current Residence: NY
- Favourite movie: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Fight Club, Amelie, A Clockwork Orange, The Graduate
- Favourite band or musician: Ani DiFranco, Joni Mitchell, Sufjan Stevens, Simon and Garfunkel
- Favourite artist: Gustav Klimt, Frida Kahlo
- Favourite poet or writer: Virginia Woolf, James Joyce, Carson McCullers, Robert Heinlein, Kurt Vonnegut
- Skin of choice: Human.
- Favourite game: Scrabble and Calvinball.
- Personal Quote: "If not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled." -P.G. Wodehouse
- Tools of the Trade: A writing utensil, a good book, and an unsuspecting victim.
- Email: lynngirl1212@gmail.com
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Everyone is going to hurt you. You just have to decide who\\\'s worth the pain.
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But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
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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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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"
(i'd rather haul beans in a field of well, beans- than read that. congratulations)
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