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he works rhythmically
over the still girl on the table.
the surgeon’s incisions are steady,
as scalpel hews flesh from hip to hip
and near-tender, his hands and wrists
were it not for all the blood –
she wakes in fluorescence from
to the flutter of a phantom limb,
some precious unnamed thing
shorn from her
and discarded.
the amputation is final.
she often counts backwards
from ten, awaiting anesthesia
that does not come.
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You had been treading water
long before our eyes met;
I watched you swallow oceans,
cough them up between patches
of thick black smoke...
A landlocked hurricane
coming up for air
between crashing waves
and turning locks;
always choking back the tides
that would drown her
because no one wanted to walk
her rocky shores.
Not for long, anyway.
I've wanted to tell you,
That the bags under your eyes
and the lines on your face
have always looked like something
I could call home;
That you've got a smile
like a car crash in slow motion--
catastrophic, awe-inspiring,
breathtaking and tragically beautiful...
but something about all that saltwater
makes my mouth run dry
every time those big blue eyes
reach out and swallow mine whole.
Maybe you're destined
to sink to your grave;
just a bit too much
for the steady soil
beneath your feet.
Maybe you're just too much...
but I would drown, myself,
before I'd let you be convinced
that you are not enough
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rhomboids and vertices :iconhydrogenuine:Hydrogenuine 53 28
The morning is a tapestry...
tripping over last night's grace,
I watch you weave your skin
and shake out your hair -
soft teal and jonquil
shadowing your cheek
as the curtains part between your hands.
Threads tangle as you turn,
telling me
dawn is a gentle lover,
and the tumble of birds
plaiting their soft notes
lingers on the pillows
where your smile is my undoing.
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Ballad for a Bushy Beard
It's time to trim
this bushy beard.
Can't find my chin-
its disappeared!
A grungy sheep
I never sheared.
Wily whiskers
grow like weeds.
"Tame that beast!"
the family pleads.
Finally, my sloth
I gathered scissors,
blades and combs.
I bought some Face-Nick's
Healing Foam.
I prep'd for paleface
worlds unknown.
With ninja blur
I sliced and chopped!
The whiskers snowed!
I swept and mopped,
repeated twice
before I stopped.
When the chin-fuzz
all had settled,
I felt so fit
so firm and fettled!
My nose was high
my rose was petaled!
Bursting forth
with baby-bounce,
I cleared my throat
and then announced
"Reduced the grunge
nearly an ounce!"
I bowed and basked
in loud applause!
My daughter's smile
then drooped and paused...
"I miss 'ol squishy Santa Claus."
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A guide to breaking Earth.
"Sir, sir, please do not touch that!" The panicked man jumped between the hand and the button. "Please sir, with all due respect. No touching allowed, not even for you. I understand it's your first day and you're curious, but please. This room is very delicate!" 
"Aww, Grim, what's the worst that can happen? Why are you named Grim anyway, you look too cheerful for grim." The young man shoved his hands in his pockets and whistled a carefree tone as he walked around the busy room.
Men and women in formal clothing ran around. Papers flew from one side to the other and a lot of buttons blinked as a large monitor, which occupied an entire wall, displayed an image of the world's map. Different numbers flickered on top of the screen, while a control panel filled with weird-looking symbols lined the bottom.
"Is that Earth Grimmy? I never knew it was this small."
"This is just a map sir. Look Jerry, if I can call you that, why don't you go back upstairs? I'm sure you're needed."
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Cold Moon
I leave the realm of sleep to be greeted by the winter cold and my grumbling stomach.  
It’s been over a week since I last ate anything… and even then it was just some mushrooms that felt as though I’d swallowed a venomous eel.  I rise slowly, shake the snowflakes off of my pelt, savoring the warmth that comes from movement, blood flowing through my veins once more.
I can’t make a fire.  Even if I had something more useful than my bulky, clawed hands, I don’t know how to do it.  Servants always made my fires back home.
My stomach gurgles and dull pains emanate through my body like an echo inside an empty cavern.  Food… always on my mind, even haunting my dreams.  I remember just two moons ago, back when it was still fall, the harvest season.  Drink overflowed from full cups, food tumbled to the floor to be eaten by hounds for lack of table space, fires burned day and night, and all was right with th
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I dream of wolves every night.
There are times when I simply watch them race through cold, shrouded forests. When I stretch out a trembling hand and silently beg one of them to place their muzzle against my fingers so that I may feel true strength with my own skin. When my heart pounds louder than a summer storm as they sprint together in one pack, their breaths stirring together in savage harmony. When I long to run alongside them, my soul more free than I could ever possibly imagine.
And then there are times where I am one of them. I can taste the crisp moonlight on my tongue as my paws kick up half-frozen mud; I can smell the fervor of the pack as we hunt, a scent so rich that the first time I experienced it, I felt as if I would go mad. I can hear everything from the exhaling of the wolf bounding beside me to the scrambling of a squirrel desperate to flee as it scampers up a tree fifteen feet away. The darkness of the night is just a pale curtain when I have the eyes of the
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Forward Motion
Some days
are easier than others.
Some days,
the train station calls to me
like an estranged lover.
"I know I hurt you,"
say the cobblestones,
echoing underfoot
of defensive, rush-hour walkers.
"Take me back?" whines the train
As I cling to a pole,
my feet
a shoulder width apart
in standing room only.
Despite myself, I feel alive,
in love
with forward motion.
But things can change
in an instant.
I might be afraid.
I could be hurt again.
So although I'll allow myself
to feel this joy,
I'll guard my heart,
leaving my answer
at a tentative "maybe."
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and what if I could be the mountain
that your hungry eyes consume from your bedroom window
strong, humble, graceful, and most of all
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soft eyes
Everyone’s in love with chaos,
those wild, red and gold champagne dreams
death and drugs, over-the top Gatsbys and
Romeo and Juliets burning at the altar.
She exhales it all, long green nails,
All-black attire, she wears it too-tight,
red smudge to the side of her lips:
a mystery, a tragedy, a rush.
Miss imperfect,
a life that slips, slides fast,
commanding: they all fall, awed, at her feet,
that goddess of thrilling beauty and dark decay,
magnetic misery becomes her.
But at the end of the day,
when the shiny glamor fades:
she’s left all alone, dull eyes soft,
no more than a forgotten girl with blue-tinged lips,
slipping ever lower in a cooling tub.
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An Editor's Note
I lose half dream on Thursday
and there are no heartstrings to vibrate and echo in its absence
no word that’s decent enough
to take its place
there is not the tentative pause of a movie -
the moment before lips touch
on Thursday I lose half a dream and say
I am told that I will meet people with the universe rubbed into their skin
those who carry themselves like an unused jacket
half off the hanger
I will meet people with sick souls or bird throats
people with a laugh like flat stones skidding across a glass lake
those who talk about their dogs too much or drink straight from the milk carton
people who are thawing instead of tearing inside or like the way a lie tastes
and I am told that I should think about my dreams
that are tangled like hair
some day, people tell me, I will find dreams beneath the overpass
glinting like chipped glass or the sort of colored rocks that get children excited
dreams splintered like they flew out a car window and exploded upon impact
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Coyote Makes a Proposal
“There you are,” says Coyote.  He walks over to the fence and joins me there.
I don’t really turn to look at him.  I see him out of the corner of my eye, but I continue to stare in silence at the Big Mountain, capped in white like an acolyte, waiting patiently for the day when its bellow will be heard and felt down to the bone.
Coyote leans in imitation on the rustic fence, hewn of rough beams and posts of wood that fit inside one another without nails.  Open.  Minimal.  We stare for a long time.  Nobody talks.  Not even the Mountain.
“Grizzly send you?” I finally ask.
Coyote looks down at the dirt and wildflowers and kicks a small trench in the sandy dirt.  “Not exactly.  But we’re all kind of wondering what’s up.”
I exhale and kick a trench of my own under the fence.  “You and me both.”  A hawk cries and wheels in the sky.  Not Hawk.  Just a hawk.
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Ripley's Escape :iconthemaideninblack:TheMaidenInBlack 4 4
There's a method to missing you, a
step-by-step process on tying
the knots of distance. And I follow the
instructions, twist and tighten until
blistered and bent.
Sometimes, I can feel their pull
as I stretch; it speaks
of your growing up, brother,
of the new things you get excited about
and the new people you tell that to.
And over time these knots
will dry, fossilizing 
into shape; until we wake
one day calloused,
and estranged.
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"Will trade flowers for water" -
we strike a summer deal,
renewable each spring.
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Alfred aus dem Schwarzwald by TheMaidenInBlack Alfred aus dem Schwarzwald :iconthemaideninblack:TheMaidenInBlack 4 16
A Drop Of Your Blood, Please
It's been a year since they found their "humanity", and I made a small fortune off of it.
"I barely escaped it myself. The curtain must have malfunctioned, or I'd have been cut in half."
I press a button, refill his glass; a few weeks ago, a robot would have done that. "I have no trouble believing that. How many are we talking about?"
It seems incredible now, but we loved robots. In a technologically-advanced society, where method and practicality were everything, the idea behind them embodied the essence of the future man. Maybe we underestimated how much they actuallty were like men, though... "Hey, get it together. How. Many." I ask again, a bit pissed off as I stare into my client's sleep-deprived eyes.
Robots were the only measure we had left in our scrambling to save the planet after we pushed it past the point of no return; and thank "god" the referendum on robots didn't end up like the one to fund NASA's space exploration, I thought at first. I don't even kno
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The Celery Murder
A delicious smell hit them as they walked in, making them exchange a look that said "Someone might have died, but god I'm hungry"
In the kitchen, a big saucepan boiled happily over the stove. Clink, clink, clink - its lid went, until Mrs. Potts moved it a little. She was a lovely old lady, the kind that brought her neighbours baked goodies, went to church regularly and made amazing dinners for her husband. 
Yet somehow, the dead body on the sofa with a knife through it disagreed. He was gripping something in his hand, hunched forward in a final bow.
"I'm so sorry, officers. I just couldn't take it anymore!"
Hoyt looked at Mrs. Potts in disbelief. This was a woman who'd give him and Luke candy even when their own mother didn't want her to, she was the sweetest person ever! There was a good reason for all this, surely.
"Mrs. Potts, what happened?"
She stirred the saucepan's contents while she answered, and Luke couldn't help peeking; it looked like sloppy j
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The kitchen trials
Cooking keeps us
from breaking, a
routine recorded and
repeated to make
it memory.
Soft chatting, a
cascade of flour and
words; strawberry
softens and fills up
the cracks, and
the mix actually
turns out well.
I love the crumbly
texture of baked memories:
a soft crunch will
tear them, and
sugarcoat the senses.
They all unknowingly
eat our secrets, and
compliment us too.
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Four-Letter Poems, take two
We sought a permanent recombination,
a final overwriting
of the double helix that defined me,
but I wasn't enough of a geneticist
(nor of a writer) for the
art of four-letter poems.
So we hacked to
pieces my nucleotide
bonds, we attached
and removed strings of
memories from my life's album
as if undecided on what to wear -
but, my love,
we never had any sense of
My chromosomes, carved as a testament
to all of our surgery sessions,
became a festival of restriction
enzymes' reactions, of when
we tore my consciousness'
nucleobases away from their seats
to fit the new occupants
of my old self.
And I see you now, my love,
through truth-telling eyes.
I never was enough of a geneticist
for the art of four-letter poems
and you unmade and
rebuilt me just to
show that you were.
The beauty and wonder of my
nitrogenous base sequences, you
picked your best restriction
enzymes to dismember
it, stating
"We're doing this for you."
You always knew plasmids
never look back,
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Swathed in mist and fires' smoke,
drums thunder as the last of daylight fades.
Songs of the Ancients drown the whispers
of their women's woolen skirt hems
while the dance builds,
and a moon eclipsed in blood rises
on this summer solstice.
A melodic cauldron is stirred,
with dulcimer strings and fiddler's bow--
the bravado and quickness of their feet
sway bare upon long wooden planks.
Black-winged spirits spin over village roofs,
their calls carrying the hearts and minds
of warriors in the hills,
forging new swords, bathing the blades
in the falls cascading down
toward the rolling emerald valley
where dragons, circling low, anticipate
the feast they know will come tonight.
Starlit eyes stare long at their flight,
yearning, for a journey across the sea
where friends await and darkness is at bay.
And wizards, unaware of night's crawling,
travel swift through ages of magic
to summer nights, when fireworks,
shaped as the shadows of dragons,
are the only sorcery to be seen.
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On the porch, she felt safer. The warm light high on the wall, next to the rocking chair that was cradling her seemed to tell her so, with its golden reassurance.
Inside, though...
Imustnotthinkthat, she repeated in her head, pressing her eyelids shut. Daddy will be good, hepromisedhepromised. She'll be all right.
She hugged her legs as a scream and a bark came from inside the house, making her flinch. Daddy?
"Daddy?" she called out, already forgetting that he had asked her not to make noise. The silence extended until she could no longer stand it. She stepped down from the rocking chair and went inside the house, walking slowly, her steps and breath on a single beat.
The living room door swung open, her daddy coming out of it and hurrying to close it back with a gasp once he saw her; he didn't want her to see, even she understood that. He's scared. "Daddy, are you okay?"
He sighed. "Yes, sweetie, I'm fine."
"But - but I heard you scream..."
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Winter ID by TheMaidenInBlack Winter ID :iconthemaideninblack:TheMaidenInBlack 14 23
Hunting Pirates
I witnessed the plundering from my safe vantage point, eyes glued to a fancy telescope and neck screaming mercy.
Devotion never stood a chance against them, I have known for a long time: it's the defenses you have that make a difference, not the stubborn utopia that some "god" is going to rise and defend you instead. If I lower the telescope's magnification there they are, weird-shaped ants kicking down doors and putting our livelihood to the torch.
But it doesn't begin like that. It begins on your skin, like when a cool wind blows and you know you'll get goosebumps. Soon enough, the villagers see it for you - "black sails! Black sails coming!" and you choke on your tea. And even if a storm has been gathering in the sea almost like divine protection and a few ships have burst against the rocks like bubbles, you know you are exposed, maybe when those rainclouds will bring an early sunset and a sleepless night, or maybe tomorrow; your heartrate is just a countdown.
And there it is. I've
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Nexus, Haiku Version
Your chest's tide pulls me, a
gravity spell that whispers
of stars, and moonlit secrets.
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Tell me a thing about you, I'll tell you one about me! 

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Stamps make me happy.

I even divided these into sections. :dummy:

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The Original Trio Stamp by nakashimariku Sigur Ros Stamp by Ko-omote Jonsi Stamp by iamadem Explosions in the Sky Stamp by rynald Sara Bareilles Stamp. by mylittlebluesky Classical music stamp by Tollerka Music Stamp by JetProwerTheFox Porcupine Tree stamp by kurokimashin - I Listen To Post-Rock - by AbXorb Film Score Stamp by rushpoint stamp - Fabrizio De Andre' by pallottili Samuel -Subsonica- stamp by HtB-stamps


from my own mind.

I usually don't do this, but it's late enough for me to be exhausted yet unusually active, so have some babbling.
Actually, maybe I do usually do this. Am I getting old for the adolescent journals?

Work has been incredibly stressful on me lately. While I definitely feel valued where I'm at, it's also a job that I landed, more than the job I'd have chosen if I could have chosen - and I find myself struggling with the company ideals (which are in conflict with my own), and with the endless issues that come up every day. I was never good at separating work life and private life, and with the position I currently have, the line becomes blurry as I'm always reachable on my phone - and while it's definitely handy, it leads to people thinking you are always at their disposal, which is incorrect, and sort of disrespectful as it seems to assume I don't have a life of my own.

I think that it would be easier to manage, feelings-wise, if this same situation had taken place in my home country. But here, I feel without a support network of any kind - and it's hard to confide in my friends back in Italy, because as sad as it is, my relationship with them has changed dramatically. We're not as close as we used to be, in every sense of the word. :hmm: they are "best friends" I can't open my heart to anymore when it comes to certain things.

And then there is a thing in my life, with a peculiar orbit of its own; that moves away for a while, as the seasons go, but always eventually comes back. I think the reason why everything has been stressing me more than usual lately is that this feeling made its way back to me, and it won't let go. And while the easy solution is of course "talk about it and get it off your chest"... yeah. ;) not everything can be cured that way, haha.

I need a vacation. Anyone have a couch I can sink in? :P I come with the incredible perk of "watch me as I sleep for 14 hours straight, and then maybe we can do something together."

And last but not least, how are you doing?


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Joseph Louis Gay-Lussac
Your friendly - but a bit of a troll, admittedly - next-door neighbour. I love cookies, gaming, Magic:the Gathering and anime; I love silence, music and nature; I love long walks, being lazy, I love silly things like earrings, jeans and nail polish (and I have tons of them all, beware). I love experimenting with my hair because let's admit it, it always grows back eventually.
I love smiles, cold weather, and I love when my toes are warm next to the fire. I love reading, writing, and improving my English thanks to both of those; I love #thewrittenrevolution and all that it lets me to for the community, I love the happiness it gives me.
I love the friends I have made, and those that I will make tomorrow. I love you.


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AltAtomsk Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2017  Hobbyist
Hey, omgosh. Long time again!!!! Hows the US!

hows it going?

email me!

I miss talking to you!!!!!
HugQueen Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2017   Writer
i cry a lot because i love u. ♥
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un petit Llama Hug pour toi :3 
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Thanks for the :+fav: :D
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