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I Died a Little
Every day I died a little. Every month I died some more. Before it was because I wasn’t with you. Then it was because we could have been together but we weren’t.
Emily ValdezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTucked Away
I don’t need a house I don’t need the perfect shuttered windows I don’t need the sounds Of the people passing by I don’t need the artwork, all the dishes
Preston DildinePublished 7 years ago in PoetsSame Ol' Skinjobs
I have to preface all of this by admitting that I am a huge Phillip K. Dick fan. I’m often ambivalent or angry about adaptations to his work, largely because surrealist science fiction usually doesn’t survive the Hollywood turnstile without being stripped down to wacky technology and action scenes. The original Blade Runner is no exception, but of the many adaptations of Dick’s stories, it is one of the few that attempts to impart the tone of the original. The cynical noir surrealism is a perfect fit for a story that explores what it means to be human in a dehumanizing society.
Haybitch AbersnatchyPublished 7 years ago in GeeksLove Never Wanted Me
You never said it was easy. You never said it was fun. You shouldn't be here now, so why aren't you on the run? I did what I could and all that I tried. So many times it’s been broken, so many times I've cried.
Emily ValdezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDon't Reach for the Apple
To become invested To see some show, hear some song To see love in action To feel a faint tug at your heartstrings To remember what it felt like
Preston DildinePublished 7 years ago in PoetsRain, Glitter
if you ever see me again you'll only read my shy pages i've undressed us with words in countless ways a postcard of a full moon by the Culebra bay
lalunadesnuda .Published 7 years ago in PoetsJekyll & Hyde
There’s this boy I work with A handsome boy With unkempt hair And sexy khakis I could watch him walk away All day His ass planted firmly
Preston DildinePublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Girl Whose Problems Caught Up with Her
I never imagined the day where she would leave, without a fair warning. I remember how she left, without thinking how it would affect me.
Alexa GreenwaldPublished 7 years ago in Poets