November 2010
17 posts
“I know how I love you and how much I love you, but I cannot sacrifice my inner...”
– Che Guevara
October 2010
17 posts
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My Dear Friend, Cried Inquiry
“My temple, it justifies this,”
croons the beast.
Circles devouring in conquering,
I am as such, an entity that searches.
“I will this to being, molding my creation free from
a hollow existence,”
bellows the God, frozen in reflection.
Ten fingers encircled by austere flames,
I am as without, a being that lays down.
Stepping aloud into rows of births, the God...
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Unfaithful to Dogmatism
St. Michael was beautiful, he had
dark dripping Persian eyes
that matched his display of reverence.
His own depiction paints them downward,
in humility to the utmost high.
Even the Serpent’s visage tailors
a deep purple royalty to the
magnificence of his ego’s enemy.
St. Gabriel showed his face
(her beautiful lonely face)
to an eternal virgin revered by desert tribesmen, an...
What’s remarkable about you is your lack of expectation. You see someone’s awkward shuffle or word vomit as a genuine display of affection, and you coo and awe because it is touching. You do not sit and wait for people to show their love in ways that are familiar to you, but accept them as they crash into you regardless of color or form.
This is what you have taught me.
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Running Because of Skinny Legs!
I never knew that
voices could be honey.
That waiting could be directed,
could be turned around as fast as it
stubbed your fat toe. In miles, as in
loneliness, time never comes fast enough.
You said, “I miss you!”
And it rushed past, instantly. Running into
heavy bulls and thick red llamas, olives growing
green instead of black, and roses that a little girl
wears in downtown...
A Message to Young Contrarians on Tumblr: The...
thenoobyorker:
I am disappointed that some of the more liberal tumblrs, or that anyone, has a problem with tumblr bravely changing the color to purple. Furthermore, it astonishes me that some of you would compare this, a much more taboo subject and one that has only within the last month garnered heavy support, to the breast cancer awareness movement in any form. No one would argue that breast...
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Sketches in Restoration
I find my resolution in acknowledgement.
Impressions of dedication and fully lifted complexity.
Chimes,
Broken glass,
an ascension.
Because moonlight sits on our windowsill
and accountability is only sustained by misery.
A faint, faint, faint, hint of blinds that breath deep trumpets
and wrapped lighting. An end, a movement, a longing.
Once it became labor intensive, music took itself...
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De La Soul - I Can Do Anything (Delacratic)
too much attention
ndnick:
undertheskysoblue:
ndnick:
I don’t know how to handle it!!!
This is one of my biff’s tumblr. He has a thing for awkward girls, and especially if they’re Korean.
I have a thing about being awkward around girls, especially if they are cute. I don’t know how to “mac” on people. It is hard to find people I genuinely like. I LIKE EVERYONE EVEN IF THEY ARENT KOREAN! ATLEAST I DONT HAVE...
serpentskirt:
I am a garden of earthly delights.
I am the apple
you would fall for
a thousand times.
- Diane Lockward
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Picnic! Picnic! Picnic! Picnic! Picnic!
:3
adailyriot:
TEN THINGS EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW ABOUT RACE
Our eyes tell us that people look different. No one has trouble distinguishing a Czech from a Chinese. But what do those differences mean? Are they biological? Has race always been with us? How does race affect people today?
There’s less - and more - to race than meets the eye:
1. Race is a modern idea. Ancient societies, like...
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The Kneeling of Water
Once, in thundering completeness, in awe and fear of
the dragon’s mouth, I waited as it kneeled to you, the scent
of The Virgin still lingering on its breath. Glinting daggers
repeatedly carving wooden replicas of still life moments.
Once, in simplified designs, in compromised dreams and
sacrificed ideals,
I kissed you.
And we laughed as we kissed! We laughed
knowing that in...
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A child is one of wonder, a justice to enamored waves,
sweet roses that taste of blooming.
Not a commodity or investment, but an accumulation
of heaven, an ascension of light that mimics our voices,
and a memory that refutes the collapse into shivering.
