Egoremover Dec/2003

frowny fructose freedom

Peter Pan laughs at, my most maudlin poetry In this clearer dimension, where you sent me We have cotton candy for clouds  But that sweetness cannot spill, down my cheek  I used to treasure, even that! A spangle clung to my soul Missing you was an aureole, a silky pink shimmery pride A burgeoning, a beauty, and ready to come?  But you took that from me too  Your ambitions for us, were only about you My crown is dissolved, like thinly baby threaded adieu The sky is not so fluffy now because, I don’t need a reply  Captain Hook...is just another guy No longer displaced My question erased.

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¿no mas solomente's?

Plundered poetry (is) More divine than sacred prose Speaks languages of forgotten magic spells Becomes supine, opens like a rose Whispering incantation for a lovers yells

❤

The sky was really pretty today

"condemned by the Catholic Church for allowing ordinary people to read the Bible for themselves." .......riiight, exactly.

What is it about the Dutch that has allowed biking to become an integral part of life?

Homage for a Fool

My debauchery has been effective enough, to become tired, at least enough for my tastes. And I have lost more than I have won, but still I live on. The hedonist has mostly mortified, and awaits eulogic sympathies. Rest oh you depleted trapping, do not rouse, your time is spent, damage quite done.

I have peopled the silence with names.     Have I ripped mind and heart to pieces To fall into servitude to words?     O dry leaves, Soul carried here and there …

Giuseppe Ungaretti, “Mercy,” Selected Poems.  (via literarymiscellany)

and the results will be spontaneous!! ❤👍💪

Our cultural fixation on female thinness is not an obsession with female beauty but an obsession with female obedience.

Naomi Wolf in The Beauty Myth  (via punkradical)

it is getting better all the time =)