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Atomsplit
Hello dear, Your words to my ears are precious and full of diamonds. You have lost all the skin down to your knuckles, but still you seem so beautiful and polished. Explosions, flames engulfing you and me. You tore up my heart, and left beauty as we waltzed atop my veins and arteries. You were more than the woman of my dreams, more than a figment of my imagination. You were real. Skeletally structured with muscles and skin, your existence was blank, you were surrealism; embodied.
Joke MarfskyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhere Is the Light?
You look for the good in yourself and all you find is the toxins of your ridden self, mixed with cigar smoke, vodka and marijuana.
Katie-Lee McKenzie-LitawchukPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSeasons in Love
Do you hear my voice when You hear summer's sweet song? The blooming flowers whisper syllables And they start to sound like my name before long.
Jade DomonePublished 7 years ago in PoetsFading
As the sun lowers, & the city starts to breathe The darkness of the night, I can barely see my reflection, In the flickering street lamp.
Welcome to Suburbicon
Sometimes a complicated plot can sustain itself with multiple layers. Layers to a plot are often required to create a more balanced plot structure to play out over the course of a 2 hour run. Suburbicon happened to be one of those films. In the early going it felt simplistic with a minimal story about loss and grief and the weird happenings of a family after a horrible tragedy. We knew it was not going to stay this way and Suburbicon definitely started peeling back the layers when absolutely necessary.
Kenneth BelliveauPublished 7 years ago in GeeksLetter to Walt Whitman
My Dear Walt Whitman, Primarily, I feel compelled, before any other written action of mine is composed, I am compelled to exceedingly compliment your blatantly-written work, Song of Myself, as one of the best I've ever had the pleasure of perusing and contemplating! Were I to travel in time to meet you, I would convey the impeccable impact your artfully-written work has had on literature even to my own day and time, in the year 2013. The book my literature class studies praises and quotes you as "the poet of both the beautiful and the plain, the body and the soul; [and says] his sexual honesty and refusal to feel ashamed of the body was a slap in the face to Victorian prudishness."
Keilie Desirea RosePublished 7 years ago in PoetsInterviewing Spirits
Interviewing spirits for a T.V. documentary Channeling a band that has their own discography A part of me wants your hardened view of reality
Love
Why’d you have to come here. Why’d you have to walk into my life. Now look at you, you're all I think about. I can’t get you out of my head.