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I'm currently transferring a lot of the stuff that used to be on the current account, but there are newer pieces in there too..
All feedback and critique would be fantastic.
Thanks
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MannequinsNo real faces stare at us from plastic figures of the perfect body. Your blank, white eyes peer through the shop glass, trying to catch the gaze of passers by. Tiny waists and six-pack stomachs clothed in the latest fashions stand as examples to us all- `the best way to be`.Mannequins
Dummies, dressed for a purpose in silky dresses, jeans, scarves, short skirts, ties… anything that looks good. Designed to tempt- “be like us, buy our clothes, diet…” - a sign that `perfection’ is finally achievable. You are pin-ups, headlining fashion magazines, and made famous by the people following your trends- the empty `idols` idolising you.
by ~inconspicuouslyfree
The LandingThey cut the rope and from miles below a tiny figure could be seen to appear, freefalling down in an indistinguishable blur of limbs and silent screams…The Landing
The wind rushed in the figure’s ears as the frantic fall consumed him, drowning sound and obscuring reason. The world stormed past in a technicolour haze – purple clouds thinning to make way for a tinted blue sky… a bird’s massive wings catching the light for one brief moment before soaring out of view to be replaced by the endless stony faces of mountains… so close and unknown that they seemed more threatening than the abyss of falling sky surrounding him.
“So this
by ~inconspicuouslyfree
SeasideThe beach watches my feet,Seaside
And the horizon line Curls its way around my heart; Pulling the edges together to
Fold away, ensnare,
Because the stones at my ankles are sharp And my blood is fragile,
Too exultant to loose.
For my present forever, I could dissolve
Into salt; to rake the air and sting the eyes and Bring back around those pale blue childhood memories.
I could break, pound the ground to heaven, hell... Or simply sleep on my hands; Holding my heart like the sand, palmed in skin so carefully henna'd
As to seep into itself.
I w
by ~inconspicuouslyfree
Butterfly NetsThere are more stars than I could ever put words to; Lying flat on my back, enticing their lights to my outstretched fingers So they fall to me on strings, like moths Love drunk on the still air and theButterfly Nets
Pink glow of the streetlights.
I have never seen the world from such great heights And it takes on new clarity, too tangible and
Hopeless to let go of... Just waiting to spin into
Gossamer; caressing my neck like the Sticky fingertips of strangers that live in the silence.
Midnight is rare isolation, the refuge of a soul
As drunk as the moths on the moon
by ~inconspicuouslyfree
Favourites
Paper RaincoatsI heard a song and a sip of tea too strong for me, But I took it anyway The way bells ringPaper Raincoats
sometimes only in the West
I’d like to think time would wait for me in the cloud pockets like bags
collecting mail, slow this down slow me down So I can feel this
My skin never dries under the paper raincoat, And she says, "Well at least when its wet it can’t cut you" but she doesn’t know She doesn’t know that I would love to bleed
Some colour in the
grey, some ice cream sandwiches and peanut butter
by ~thestrand
LUNATICOnly a genuinely crazy personLUNATIC
A real loon
Would pass up a
Shiny penny
Heads up
Of course
When he is so blessed
Nay!
Chosen
To find it in his path.
A penny can mean
Incredible things.
There’s gold
Under that copper
I tell you!
Some kinda magic,
It’s the fastest way
To fortune and fame.
I’d like to leave
A shiny penny
On every doorstep
And I’d ring the door
Bell
Then run away
Real quick like
And leave them in
For a big surprise.
by ~stopdropandroll
Extra-inchThe ivory on the outer tusks is OK, but to get the really good stuff you gotta cut his face off. Hack through that crinkled grey, sand-paper petti-coat and all those pounds of bone and muscle. It’d take hours, swinging sweatyExtra-inch
under the sunshine, hundreds of
bloody crunches before it slips from the flesh. Any old stooge can plug Dumbo full of slugs, but only the real go-getters go that extra inch.
by ~stopdropandroll
Wide AwakeI can’t sleep because Jesus never plunged a toilet and I don’t know what that meansWide Awake
I can't sleep because the only constant is change and I like my face the way it is
I cant sleep because air planes aren’t all that great and televison sends my mind racing.
I can’t sleep because I am only what the world has made me and they’ve a track record for nasty inventions.
I can’t sleep because I neutered my favorite cat and he left one night and never came back.
I can’t sleep because my first love &n
by ~stopdropandroll
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- Interests: Llamas, poetry, the impossible, films
- Favourite movie: Amélie
- Favourite band or musician: Arcade Fire
- Favourite poet or writer: Caroline Bird, Haruki Murakami
- Shell of choice: Tie-dye
- Skin of choice: Leaves
- Favourite game: The Question Time Game...
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