piranhas
When the hunger became too much,
I dropped baited-hook texts
to boys with bad luck bodies.
They took one look at me and said “dinner”
I went home all bit up.
Turns out they were hungrier than I.
May 15, 2013
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May 13, 2013
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200 followers!
Thank you all so much for sharing this experience with me!
More specifically, thank you to aquietjoy and soul-in-division for the support!
Love,
-Rachel
May 13, 2013
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The Curious Case of WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY CAR KEYS?
aspergerhamburgerhamhamburglar:
That’s gold baby
That’s an old baby,
Benjamin Button
Nuttin’ but a glutton,
Eatin’ pies n’ fries of life
But not gettin’ obese,
Grew younger than
His wannabe wife
And died in peace
I love you!!!!!
May 12, 2013
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Thoughts of Leaving/Thoughts of Staying
The shine of yet-to-be-explored lands
I can see it, even from here
I musn’t leave this place
And yet, I bite my thumb at every passing moment I stay
Could I stand to indulge my passions elsewhere
Only to return and find
That my home is just a house
That my relatives are strangers
That my friends have become specters
There’s no choosing, yet
Only praying
May 11, 2013
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Well hi
Wassup new followers?
Ya’ll are looking fresh
May 11, 2013
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Insomnia pays me a visit
I’m pretty surprised at her presence
How did she get in this time?
An open window?
Through the sliver of space under the door?
I guess it doesn’t really matter
She’ll be here for the rest of the night
Stealing my sleep
Goodnight, no one
Goodnight, nothing
May 11, 2013
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Hephaestus
I read this and said who’s Ms. Gold? Oh that’s me! HahaaFor Ms. Gold, who often stops to read.
Work, toil my life away,
work until I grow weary
Rest a while and then work a little more
It is just steel and iron
Craft masterpieces on the side,
forging great weapons to he wielded
the automatons have their place as well
They are not alive
I am happy here spending the rest of my life
building company for myself
spinning gears and clockwork
How false they are
I am Hephaestus
and I can not craft a soul from iron
May 10, 2013
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therapy Live!
Sometimes, I pretend I’m on a talk show telling a story in which I behaved very awkwardly or outrageously and then the audience and Jimmy Kimmel and I just laugh and laugh.
It sounds pathetic, but it’s pretty therapeutic.
May 9, 2013
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Accept the eye
You will want me as I am
Because eye want me as I am
May 8, 2013
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tracks
they spread out like a hand over the midwest
in its palm i rest
if you were to ride the great iron roads of my past
they would take you past the graveyard
of an old home in Rochelle
and through a 2 room apartment in Aurora
Round and round a big brick house in Rockford
down an immense hill in Geneva
and a big knot of metal here in north western indiana
and the railroad ties never rust
because they’re sealed with nostalgia
and guarded by the selves i left along the way
if you were to ride the great iron roads of my past
to my present
you’d end up in my ferrous heart
