September 2011
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Watchjust singing my favourite line in Adele’s song “Somebody Like You”, three times. different versions, one’s off-key.
enjoying this time to myself.
August 2011
3 posts
“Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone...”
– Veronica A. Shoffstall
“I believe that words uttered in passion contain a greater living truth than do...”
– Natsume Sōseki
July 2011
4 posts
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he says write to me like you write your poetry.
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June 2011
2 posts
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while we watch Cops.
trying to have a conversation, in the least critical/intimidating way that i can, about what someone believes about things (about themselves, about the world, about perception, about other people, cultures, races, sexes, gender roles, sexualities, about god, about humor, about good, about evil, about standards, about origins, about sex, about family, et cetera), and the conversation not going...
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nobody knows the trouble I breed.
i kiss this one, and that one. i drive all across town avoiding cops. i sleep with you because it’s comfortable, i kiss and dance with you because i want you more. mental blocks leave me dry. my actions speak so much louder than their screams from the speakers. i want to be involved, i hate when you’re involved. cicada wrapped up in my skirt, i killed it. hear my laughter and pleas o...
May 2011
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April 2011
3 posts
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.carnal, .lareisa griner
all the calculated dates that
you set up to strip and rip the
belts and boots off boys
you didn’t really care for, but
sucked (and sucked) the life out of
anyway. those days started when
you were barely eighteen and
you found how much you love to tease your
sex like a toy raised
over all their groaning heads,
making them whisper wants they
couldn’t handle;
irresponsible. the months...
March 2011
10 posts
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swim team, lareisa griner.
+
swim team: practice.
a stretch of suburban sea.
blue tiles speckle white washed walls,
hastily passed by goggled vision.
-there races a slender wet-suit of skin.
bobbing up,
down.
diving,
deep.
now you
learn to –
skim.
learn to –
coordinate.
...
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spits of honest got me-, lareisa griner.
spits of honesty got me-
tonight: when i write alone on top of covers,
uncovered
/
spits of honesty got me-
bold realizations that sunk beneath my tongue,
no longer smothered
/
spits of honesty got me-
hung over words, you let go
unspoken
/
spits of honesty got me-
alone with my heart,
still not broken
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the mark of her beauty and beast, lareisa griner.
1. she reads and sits
and sits and reads
the words that train by fast-
are pinned to the memories tacked to her chest,
each with a face. most days it is
a rugged man who is really just
a boy with too much facial hair.
false maturity: alluring,
like the shallow waters that drown small children when they wander in,
naïve.
2. there’s a story being told.
one she keeps piecing together,...
lick, milk, lareisa griner.
lick up my love, like a cat thirsty for a bowl of warmed milk. a quiet pleasure, a craving so rarely quenched. thick and pure in nature; straight out of my own breast.
a woman’s love: nothing more, nothing less.
the intentions of finishing, lareisa griner.
the smell of shit smothers the small talk dropped so casually under these lights. so i left-
sick and tired of the same B.S. and where does that leave you?
-still under those same spotty lights.
see, the jokes on you, man.
i’ve slithered on by, snickering at the sight of some “chivalrous” guy who just
doesn’t.
get it.
right.
...
February 2011
12 posts
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crackled maroon five lullaby sung by a sleepy,...
“I turned around and walked to my room and closed my door and put my head under...”
– The Perks Of Being A Wallflower
“You’re having trouble finding someone like me. You try to half the pain by...”
– Michael Daaboul
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“come out of hiding and show your face around here more often, people miss seeing...”
– Courtney Kelley
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.IAMAWORKOFART
forever recreating, no, never destroyed
January 2011
84 posts
“Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you...”
– Janet Fitch, White Oleander
“The best thing for being sad,’ replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, ‘is...”
– T.H. White
“The most painful, and worst possible types of goodbyes, are the ones that are...”
“The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth...”
– Bob Marley
“I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too...”
– Ferdinand von Schrubentauffrt