May your hair grey and grey but never fall out
and the ones that do fall, may they grow back
thicker than ever. May you never have to see
your scalp in the mirror again.
May your eyes heal, nearsighted farsighted,
its 20/20 for you. May you see things youve
never seen. May you see things youve never
wanted to see. May they haunt you. May they
change you.
May the world conform to your beliefs, then.
May your sons never have sickened and balded,
never have cried to the wretched clumps of hair
on their pillows in the lonely morning. May your
husband not get angry from the little things,
dont touch thos
Today could be any day,
I wont talk specifics.
But not this day. Not this day.
In the morning, before I made him leave
with the vagrants, I told him about swans.
I dreamt of hiding, and everywhere I went,
there he was, tall form,
with a look on confusion on his face,
Raped you?
How odd, then, to now be in a safe place,
to have a real bed.
I am not the girl whose head he shaved.
I am a hard stone. I am no longer interested
in soft curves. I am made of angles.
I shot him twice and his eyes closed,
head fell back, and his hat fell off.
I thought of apples and arrows and I said,
Your hat fell of
Why my hair is so short by literary-device, literature
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Why my hair is so short
I cant look at your face so Ill
scream to your kneecaps:
these are the scissors he used.
These are the hands that held
them, the fingers in my hair,
the words in my ears. This is
the sound of the razor, the whir
of the motor. My breath in the
silence.
The scissors. My hair on the floor
because this is what it means to be
owned. The hands. The fingers.
My rapist on the street with a guitar,
each touch. The words. You will not
be beautiful, you will just be
mine. The sound, each precious lock,
the smoke, the clots, my hair still on the
floor.
My breath in the silence.
"Fish," he says.
An oval with a tail, a shark with an open mouth and rows upon rows of teeth, a mermaid with long, flowing blue hair, a shrimp/lobster/crab, a goldfish named "Susan", a beach at night with stars, a bird under water, sea anemones, the ocean and waves, tanned, muscular surfers with their bleach blond hair and fake smiles, girls in bikinis, a boat, a long, slender thing with fins and gills floating in the water, foam and salt, oil spills, a seagull with a twitching thing it it's beak/mouth/pie hole, a candlelight dinner with dead seaflesh as the main course, Earnest Hemingway.
He smiles that smile that makes you want to kick hi
Firenze...is always cool... by literary-device, literature
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Firenze...is always cool...
He walked in a strange line, completely barefoot. His shoes were...somewhere, and his socks were burning in his hands. His arms flailed wildly and he took huge, leaping steps.
"What," They asked him, with turned-up noses, "are you doing?"
He smiled. "I'm walking on a prayer."
Things to Never Tell My Father by literary-device, literature
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Things to Never Tell My Father
When I was five and you sent me
to my room without dinner,
I pretended I was Joan of Arc
with a bedsheet as my flag.
I knew about sex before 4th grade
when you told me.
I've known since I saw the two
big kids fucking in the bathroom
of my elementary school.
I was never really Jewish.
When I found a dead squirrel
I lit it on fire with matches I found
in the kitchen. A tribute to those
false gods you told me were so bad.
I'm attracted to authority figures
and anyone who I think is
better than me. You gave that to me,
that feeling of worthlessness
that makes me want what I
can't have, what's bad for me.
I had a dream where
Rin sat atop his horse and surveyed the land from over a cliff, a dissatisfied look on his face.
"Lord of Dethwysh? Lord of the dung piles, more like." He spat over the edge of the precipice.
"M'lord?" a timid voice called him from a behind. "The Monsieur would like to see you, now."
Rin sighed. The Monsieur was the king, or surveyor of all the lands. To disobey him was surely death.
"Wonder what I've done, this time."
Rin rode with his servant to the palace with all haste. "Hurry up, Dionysus," he said to his horse. "We can hardly afford to keep royalty waiting."
They reached the palace quickly enough. Rin dismounted and ran up
The gravel crunched under my feet as I made my way though the driveway and to the church steps. The air was cold and wet and it smelled like summer. I reached to the side steps and climbed up, pausing as always in front of the great stone doors of the church. I wanted to walk in and beg forgiveness at a pew, but I couldn't bring myself to taint the purity of the sanctuary of God with my presence. Instead I stood in a small alcove that looked like a pew and began my silent prayer, my head bowed and my eyes trained on the ground.
A small cough alerted me to another presence and my head jerked up suddenly.
"Is anyone there?" asked a voice,
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The road to hell is paved with good intentions
and I watched you lay the bricks
not noticing that the road spiraled downwards
instead of up until you closed
the gate and locked it shut and
threw away the key.
You smiled sadly at me as you walked away
and told me that you always had
the best of intentions.
Breaking Commandments by literary-device, literature
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Breaking Commandments
He thought He could let the get away with the little things. Like using His name in vain. He didn't hurt them anymore, just sat back and watched as they built Him temples and killed anyone who didn't follow His laws.
He wasn't sure when it went wrong. When they broke His commandments while writing new ones. He watched His "messengers" rape and kill two young men who's only crime was to love one another. He saw world leaders preaching peace while likking thousands of innocent people in poor countries. He looked on as old while conserative men who hadn't a care in the world besides being re-elected speak out against abortion, no matter w
the frailties of breathing. by rai-rai-raygun, literature
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the frailties of breathing.
Lost in coffee rings and thoughts, I know I am not myself. And I cannot keep time with this rapid fire reality.
Flash-floods are not my idea of romantic; you cannot be this ghostly presence behind me, choosing my hands only when yours are lonely. My fingers are always freezing without your own to hold them and the knot in my shoulders that only you can remedy has been the reminder that I have not seen you for five months and three moons.
There is no reason for sides of the bed when only one is ever filled, so I have claimed the middle ground (lately I've been sleeping on the couch, in the free
Im sending you this line to show
that my Revulsion has
crossed itself into Love.
And Id like if yours did too so that
I dont have to go back to despising
your existence within my own.
You drove your insults into the depths of a certain,
complex organ in my interior design
and its not quite as simple as that.
You pulled my hair to the point of seduction
and glared with the intensity of a thousand burning suns
after feeling the Thousand Island dressing I
poured down your shirt.
You took your little helicopter into the skies and broke
my hearts Sound Barrier. The only blood line
in my anat
My endorphins are your amphetamine
pumping up and spilling out of
this reckless romance.
You have little time for ketamine
racing through sensation faster
than you stumble into my room
and out again, half finished,
bearing twice the smile you had
this morning.
Its almost like Im on ecstasy
asphyxiated by my clothes with
your tongue inflating my lungs
further than they can go.
(My rib cage is only small enough
to contain my deflated heart.)
You find my weakness is with alcohol
that hauls me down grimy ditches
with no intention of regaining control.
They Call It Slut,She Calls It by pyro-pain, literature
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They Call It Slut,She Calls It
Opening the zipper
With her teeth,
Ignoring the whispers
From the room over
Some outraged girls shrieks
"Did you see her
Just drag him in like that?
What a slut!"
The girl she speaks to replies
"I know!
She probably as HAIDS
Or something!"
These girls say this
Like they're virgins,
They're not,
I know that for a fact
She has the button undone
By this point,
They're halfway down,
The fun is halfway there
She's not just a player,
She invented this whole game
Hope he
Can handle the heat
Boy in the next room
Highfives his pal
"Glad someone nailed that,
Not that it's hard or anything"
His pal laughs
"Say the man
Not
Current Residence: somewhere in new york state. Favourite genre of music: klezmer. punk. rock 'n roll. Favourite photographer: la cheshire wolf. Personal Quote: your art sucks. also, i'm an octopus.
Favourite Visual Artist
sometimes andy warhol and always mitchell cross.
Favourite Movies
paradise now. everything is illuminated. pan's labyrinth.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
cake. crass. leftover crack. gogol bordello.
Favourite Writers
milan kundera. john irving. janet fitch.
Favourite Games
duck duck goose.
Tools of the Trade
i make art to get girls.
Other Interests
knitting. versification. pabst blue ribbon. rattails. and not much else.
i'm on the sarah lawrence college crew team because i LOVE it.
NOT because i'm terribly good.
but it's okay because apparently neither is anyone else on the women's novice team.
350 Williams College- Boat A 00:13:02:97
351 Wesleyan University- Boat A 00:13:04:09
349 University of Massachusetts - Amherst- Boat A 00:13:20:74
356 Schenectady County Community College- Boat A 00:13:24:18
348 University of Vermont- Boat A 00:13:33:96
359 Binghamton University- Boat A 00:14:02:51
355 Middlebury College- Boat A 00:14:10:90
347 St. Lawrence University- Boat A 00:14:20:31
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motomacattack (9:17:28 PM): hey there! i saw some of your photos on DA and wanted to say that i really like them
TheToastFactory (9:17:55 PM): oh hey thanx
TheToastFactory (9:18:00 PM): the ones krystle took?
motomacattack (9:18:21 PM): yea
TheToastFactory (9:18:21 PM): sweet. she's a really good photographer
motomacattack (9:18:43 PM): yea
motomacattack (9:18:50 PM): and your body is beautiful
TheToastFactory (9:18:46 PM): thanks!
motomacattack (9:19:21 PM): i don't want this to come out wrong but you have lovely breasts
TheToastFactory (9:19:33 PM): hahaha thank you
TheToastFactory (9:19:37 PM): i don't get that one alot.
motom
so, last week i went to new jersey to visit my lovely friend (i mean BFFE!1) krystle who i see all of once, maybe twice a year. and it was all good the first day, she picked me up, we got lunch, i met some of her crazy jersey friends. fun times.
but then on the morning of the second day i started having trouble breathing. i can't QUITE tell you what happened, but i ended up fainting on her floor. we decided it might have something to do with allergies and it was concluded that i should get out of the house. i made it to the front porch before fainting again and (apparently) turning white (due to the fact that at this point i was having
Chiquita bonita, you're gonna have to tell tu mama that I'm just not ready for that step in our relationship. I got no problem sneaking in and out of your window at night to see you, but meeting the parents? Outside of an emergency hostpital setting? I dunno...