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by *toxic-nebulae, Apr 1, 2013, 8:22:00 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I’ve tried too hard to bridge this gap:
the space between my fingers,
vague, insipid emptiness,
the quiet, profound longing
of an unturned page.

you come to me with all the languor,
all the midnight captivation
of a cup of over-brewed tea,
a corset laced too tight,
a strict and unassuming wish for death.

somewhere in the world, someone
is unaware of your language, your
beauty, your music’s
arcane flutter: but that place is not here
and that person is not me.

here, I play memories
like a poorly tuned violin:
splendid, fearless melodies,
my violent, untamed love for you
lost in a Frescobaldian fugue.

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Nemesissolitude anchors you to itself
like a mirror: narcissistic, profound
come, lay your reflections down

rest your head by my stream
sink into my paperwhite dream
bow your head, listlessly towards the water

you’re my favourite flowerNemesis by *toxic-nebulae

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imaginary conversations I“But it’s not like you just say, ‘oh, you have the attributes which I seek in a mate, so I will now proceed to fall in love with you.’ You can’t turn love on and off like flipping a switch. It doesn't work like that.”

“In a way, it does, though. Because any kind of real love—not a crush or an infatuation: real, deep, lasting love—centres around a similarity in the core of their being and the core of yours. You have to have a reason to love someone—to really love someone, I mean—whether it be their integrity or fortitude or kindness or intelligence or something else entirely. Aimaginary conversations I by *toxic-nebulae

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renegeon the wings of a gossamer shimmer
a nearly undetectable shiver
you hesitate to pull the trigger
one too many in the chamber

inside a delectable silence
testing the limits of your compliance
vague back-talk, uneasy defiance
love’s not love without the violence

no grace
no dance
you don’t get a second chance
you just get to get
out of my way

just so you know
my stance
this was not a romance
this was a game you didn’t know
how to play

on the back of unsteady denial
a priest, a sinner, a saint, a bibliophile
go ahead, put me up for trial
I won’t stop tilting the vial

no light
no sheen
you’re as heady as a dreamrenege by *toxic-nebulae

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Courtly loveI hope you got my invite and
I hope you can make it
I’ve developed a slight regard
And I’ll try not to break it

Your lips on mine
It’s too fine
It’s too much at once
Your skin
My sin
I’m not asking for much

Only that side of your face
Where my embrace
Didn’t land last night
I know you’ve other ideas but
Let me help you see the light

Your hands, my hair
Don’t be scared
I’m not out for prey
Honest, truly
Honey, there’s nothing else
To say

The flesh on your neck
The blood on my hands
Is this where the matter stands?

I’m not terribly invested in
This conversation
You’re Courtly love by *toxic-nebulae

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delicate positionmorning dawns
headaching bright

and I feel like I could
carve out the sun
with a spoon:

scrape a star
from the sky, fling a god
from his chariot.

I go back to sleep.delicate position by *toxic-nebulae

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love poem for a bibliophile III haven't been reading much lately
and I suppose it's because of you:
your page-pale skin is as beautiful
as any story, your ink-laced flesh
as lovely as any words. abstractedly,
I touch a birthmark, thinking of it
as a bookmark so that, in the morning,
I can begin you again.love poem for a bibliophile II by *toxic-nebulae

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you began with "yes"
you let me pull puddles from you
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acted out the atlas
planted seeds
slept in forests of your empty days and
drank your lies got trapped in bathrooms
too drunk to get out and
handing you my paycheck blues and
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406when I opened my eyes,
everything had changed.

people smiled & laughed &
they looked through me
as 1 looks through a
stained glass window.

my eyes were raw,
my skin was shiny & new.

I woke
and I was no longer needed

but I was wanted
& that was my happiness.406 by *wei-en

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I'm sort of at a crossroads

by *toxic-nebulae, 3 days, 6 hours ago
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because while majoring in physics is probably smarter, career-wise, I can't really think of anything that would make me happier than getting a degree (possibly even a doctorate, ooooh) in English writing/literature and being a professor of English at a university and just being paid to write and read and talk to other people about writing and reading
honestly, it would just be a dream
does anyone out there have a career in literature or writing at all? do you have any advice?
I have at least a year to decide, and granted I could always double major, but writing is really something that I'd want to do whole-heartedly. I want to publish things and I want people to read them (HA how likely is that) and I want to just stay in academia forever

talk to me