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.....I was gonna just keep lurking around here for a while and not post, but I absolutely cannot resist this thread. My blog, for anyone who is interested: http://danidennis.blogspot.com
Some recent stuff (no idea why they both end with "hour", but hey...): _________________________________________________ My Eleventh Hour I caught my own breath in my hands and took the time to breathe it back in-- sweet and satisfied, stale and strangled, spangled with lavender and sour milk and what it means to be nationless. Tell me you smell something different. Tell me I'm bound to what I give but never to what I am given; that I can choose when the balloon pops, when my corpse falls earthbound; that the rushed and eager touches I collect under my bed can be quilted into a sickening new height of love. I can't remember who told me that I wasn't young anymore. It might've been the stout cashier woman who proclaimed me a thief when I slid a Snickers bar into my pocket. It might've been my Playboy Mommy: she warned me of the sins in my blood, of her own obsession with a woman's power to unveil. Or maybe God told me on the day when he made me suddenly wretchedly unequivocally alone. On this ancient earth, I'm rarely glad to seem young-- until I'm tangled in sheets and limbs I can't get out of, until the simplest mechanisms of a beating heart lose their intrigue in my stoic desperation for blood. Tell me you smell something different on my breath; Tell me I can choose to be boundless. _________________________________________________ Witching Hour In September, he found his witching hour, while the rest of the house was asleep and I was the only one left to switch out the records for him— To sing “teenage wasteland” with him, to top off his rum for him, to light his cigars. In September, it was cool outside but his body stayed warm. I sat in the cold with him, rocked in the wind with him, my eyes following the furious sway of his body with him. But he wasn’t furious with me. Baba o’Riley excited my father. “Doesn’t this get your blood going, honey? “Don’t you just need to hit something?” I watched him dance with it, the heavyweight bag flying seamlessly between his fists. I watched him with frozen veins, with all the need in the world to sit still, to never hit anything like he could. He took his last swaggered punch and I jumped to break his fall— clinging to hands that know my blood all too well; haunted by a breath that once kissed me goodnight. |
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The second one was excellent, but the first... just absolutely fabulous! I'm all envious of her abilities now!
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The two essentials for a healthy mind: 1. Philosophy & Science 2. Fleetwood Mac NB. Not necessarily in that order... |
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Thank you so much! I was thinking of that while reading your first poem, that we have a similar writing style. I can't wait to read more of yours
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Thanks you guys-- you flatter me.
I love this thread, though, and I wish more people would post stuff! |
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Keep posting your material Daniell.
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Invisible Blood
I was never fully satisfied, chasing you on heels that weren’t yet broken, dodging the defenselessness you allowed me to feel like it was a bullet soaked in a plague. But this Achilles found her weakness when something in her ankles snapped and she surrendered to the ground apologetically. I clung to you in spite of myself, a tendril clasped for dear life to the understated softness I never thought you’d unveil. You work only by the moonlight, working only with your hands: silently, I watch you wrap your fingers around my limbs like an irrepressible vine, attend to my reservations like they belong to your own blood. Blood— an indelible tie of which we can never be fully conscious; the endless space we make in our womb where ends don’t ever have to meet. I’m on this earth to share the bonds that warm my aching body, here in skin and bones to watch all of these bones break, absorbing all the life you have to give so that I may one day give it back to you. Last edited by daniellaaarisen; 03-24-2010 at 02:17 AM.. |
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Rhiannon on the Mirage video when she surrenders to the ground. |
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Seriously, though, that was absolutely brilliant! I can hardly wait for the next piece!
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To fight or to fly?
Ethereal light breaks the dark canopy as she glides between the claws of bracken. Her babe, a rag doll, limp in florals thorns - chestnut as the horse she left aside the brook- tearing delicate silk, floral and chiffon. To fight or to fly? She flies. Streamers whip her calves as her feet tear the undergrowth she glides no more. Stumbling through tendrils, she clings to her babe, Both too silent to hear one another’s last fleeting breath. As they float to the carpeted ground, Skeletal leaves break their final fall. |
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I bolded the phrases that I really like. |
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Also, thanks you guys. That was a really hard piece for me to write for emotional reasons and I was worried that it would only make sense to me!
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