What lips my lips have kissed
although i've had to serve
in many prisons
i'm free
beneath the world
in love.
mad girl's love song
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- Fuck the models
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- Having someone wrapped around you, looking into your eyes, inches away from your face, smiling the cutest smile in the world and giving you quick little kisses on the nose is the greatest feeling anywhere ever
- He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
- He gave her a daisy
- He learned to dance from emus but he learned to love from seraphim (personal)
- He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
- he taught me to fly then took away my sky
- He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
- He weaves his words
- heard that liked it bought the tape
- Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
- her face forms in summertime (fiction)
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- Her hips made waves against his shore
- Her photography captured little beautifuls and me
- Her Violet Eyes
- Here are some true pieces for you, anonymous, handsome.
- here is the mutiny I promised you and here is the party it turned into (event)
- Hidden in a violently beautiful, whispered thought
- Hold out a handful of dirt and watch it fall
- hold up this tired skyline with all i falter for
- hood rat
- How can I talk about love when the bacon is burned and the house is an absolute mess and the children are screaming their heads off and I'm going to miss my bus?
- How can we face these dazzling things, I ask you?
- How did I get here, Sarah?
- how do you change fuel pump in 1994 mazda 626 (idea)
- How is poetic form going to help me scream about revolution (idea)
- How Jenna Jameson Saved Christmas
- How long does it take to fall in love?
- How might a star taste?
- How to build a character in fiction
- How to defend yourself against a coconut
- How to give a hug (idea)
- How to install Linux for the total n00b
- How to install Linux on a dead badger
- How to love again
- How to make war (idea)
- How to Wrangle Yer'self a Missus (idea)
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- Hush, I stole them out of the moon
- I am in love with so much more than your body heat, but let's start there
- I am sorry but when you were talking I was admiring the shape of your lips and evaluating their kissability
- I am the princess guarded by dragons, snorting and grumbling and rumbling in wagons
- I am worn out with the beauty of the most trivial things
- I can do shit with my legs
- I can't do one-quarter of the things my father can (idea)
- I come to you all dressed in sound
- I cough up butterflies
- I dedicate all my love to your hot inner beauty
- I don't know where he gets his words but I like them
- I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
- I fall in love with my migraine, every day he seduces me with a kiss.
- I feel things, hundredsfold, a papercut requires stitches
- I found him in my head, reading starlight
- I fuck your sunshine
- I hate Ronald Reagan, but I love He-Man
- I hate you. Please don't leave me.
- I have never been sure that you knew quite how much I loved you
- I hope someday you will realize how amazing you are
- I just bought real estate in your mind
- I know the story of your walk ... and the colors you choose to paint your day
- I know you're cute no matter how many layers of abstraction you hide behind
- i learned the rules; i just never practiced them
- I long for summer (idea)
- I may dream in technicolor, but I trip the fuck out in old-school black and white
- I mean these words come out of him like the right music
- I miss you can I have the ground back now
- I miss you, damn you for being so damn amazing
- I never learned how to stop loving him
- I never seek shelter, just wait for the storm (idea)
- I once helped Jason Priestley's girlfriend find his dick
- I remember when it was me who made you want to take over the world and enslave humanity
- I still miss you, now and then. You'll never know.
- I suggest you dance. If you need a reason, I'm sorry.
- I tried to memorise her, from beginning to end
- I wait for you in crowds
- I wanna burn with you like coal smoke sunsets over fields of eels
- I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you
- I want to write love letters to all of my friends (idea)
- I was raised on red pepper and blood. I am so hot if you strike me I will light like a match.
- I will take one ticket please to whatever you have to say please keep talking
- I wish you would talk to me
- I wonder if he ever thinks about me
- I would have liked thunder when she left
- I would like to step out of my heart and go walking beneath the enormous sky
- I'll be a post-feminist in the post-patriarchy
- I'm out; I'm free. Down here the night air is purple. What do I do with it all?
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- Iggy Pop
- Ignorantist
- im in ur base killin ur d00dz
- IN THE GRIM FUTURE OF HELLO KITTY, THERE IS ONLY WAR.
- In the real world, it is almost always women and not men who are waiting under windows
- Ironic hipsters (idea)
- Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
- Is this poetry or crap?
- It is never too late to be what you would have been
- It is the very model of a modern E2 chatterbox
- It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back
- It was a pauper's laugh. It was what I could afford.
- It will be a hot day and these two ice cubes. We will melt, become one.
- It's not love. It's not even close. (fiction)
- It's only love: at the end of the day, there are still thunderstorms and sunsets
- It's the cracked ones that let light into the world
- It's, like, yawn; superfuckin' yawn
- Italian breasts in the sunshine
- January 3, 2004
- Jennifer Love Hewitt's gratuitous cleavage for the extended duration of your ritual defecation
- Jesus bitch-slapping the money changers
- Jixieblood
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- just come out of the ship talking to the most blonde
- Kaleidoscope of Heart and Mind
- Kill Your Boyfriend
- Kiss me, you are beautiful. These are truly the last days.
- Kitty interrupts his murky float with the nail gun splash of her stiletto song
- Lady Lovelylocks
- Land of the free (some assembly required)
- Later that night: Both of us crying, him sometimes yelling.
- Leonard Cohen (person)
- Les Chats
- Let us now praise bad girls
- Letter to baby, from mama
- Libertarianism in One Lesson
- Lips, still touched with fire
- List of countries Belgium has bombed since the Cold War ended (idea)
- Listen in total darkness, or in a very large room, very quietly
- listen mr. cute sweater you are all kinds of a sugar
- Listen, boy. Everyone is their own kind of ninja.
- little anarchy panties
- Livin' in a Gangsta's Paradox: The complex moral world of Too $hort
- London's calling, and it's calling you gay
- Long after bedtime I will wake up and sit crosslegged watching you. It is your fault for having your face.
- lost alamos
- lost we
- Love is like skipping: if you know the secret, you can learn to fly
- love is the sky
- Love is touching souls, surely you touched mine
- Love Song for Klaproth
- Mad, bad and dangerous to know
- makin' happy
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- manifeste cannibale dada
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- Manifesto of Futurist Painters
- Manifesto of Mr. Antipyrine
- Marcel Duchamp
- Maybe it's bad manners, but you still can't buy my baby
- Memories of Japan for etouffee
- Miss Mary Mack
- Modern, Minimalist Love Poem
- Modernism and Postmodernism in Art
- Moons is good for eatin
- most excellent snow sky
- Motorcycle Emptiness
- Ms Blithe tours the great stereotypes of the world, part one.
- my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom
- My blood is a sermon that burns upon contact
- My body is a battlefield, and all my breasts ever do is argue about existentialism
- My favorite chings
- My hands eternally dipped in a bowl of salt water
- My hands, a backrub, a cup of tea, my shoulder, my lips, my silence
- My heart is a still and my blood is whiskey. Take a shot of me beneath the moon.
- My love for you still burns
- My memories are spoken in the poetry of recoil, my sperm is oddly bullet-shaped
- My real life, burst into the proper colors
- My stuff is everything and baby can't touch my stuff
- N0b0dY
- navigating and pruning the garden of forking paths
- neonjacket
- Neurobiology of love
- New Wave
- Nice Neat New Nodelets
- No matter where I was, whisps of you haunted my thoughts
- No One Gives a Shit about You Angelheaded Hipsters
- Nobody cares if it was originally a nodeshell
- Nobody is perfect forever, you lasted a long time.
- Nodespotting
- Noding as a cure for post-coital insomnia
- Nostalgic for a time that I never experienced and for a person I never was
- novel
- oblique strategies garden
- Oenone
- On finding the courage to end your marriage
- On Neptune, it rains diamonds
- on the beach, after those midnight beasts came and went, I chose the sea
- One Chord Wonders (thing)
- One day I will step out of my body and burst into bloom
- Onion agrodolce
- Only at Chuck E. Cheese's, in the small hours with a gun in my hand, do I feel truly alive
- only cold little handheld mirrors in the wee hours of the morning can be trusted
- Only when
- Out of the blue and into the black
- out of the lie of no rises a truth of yes
- Party Like It's 1499
- Penne with chipotle tofu, vinegared cabbages, peppers and onion
- PeterPan
- Piercisms Generator
- Pillows, disregarded
- Please tell me everything, this means you, I am hungry and also
- Poem for a Northside girl
- Post-Modern Existentialist Dialectics and Jerry Springer
- pretentious
- Prostitution in Medieval Europe
- psychologist vs. psychiatrist
- Psychology of love
- R.E.M. ordering breakfast at Denny's at 3 AM
- radical cheerleading (thing)
- Rage Against The Machine's recommended reading list
- Raising the bar
- Ransom note love letter
- Recipe for Preserving Children
- Régime de Vivre
- Repetition of common words and phrases makes excellent postmodern poetry (idea)
- Researching the girlie region
- Resurrection Mary
- Rose water
- satellites fallen from grace
- Saucy Mary
- scream seeks mouth
- Screw Your Neighbor
- Seared sesame crusted tuna with avocado and orange salsa
- Secret wish: To be identical to the ocean
- Shall I Compare Thee to a Dead Portuguese Man-of-War Lying Bloated on a Polluted Beach?
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- she gave herself that holocaust haircut. cinnamon colored clippings cover the motel bedspread like sprinkles.
- she is not a servant to scattered branches
- She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
- She is that most perfect art
- She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
- She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
- She is what happens when silence makes love with night.
- She started to fall, and knew she would never come back
- She tasted like whiskey and blood and cemetery dirt.
- She thought about giving him her heart
- She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
- She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits
- She's perfect in a fucked up way
- She's so cute (idea)
- Shoegazer
- Site Trajectory
- skirt
- Sky god, how long til the night?
- slow dancing in a burning room
- snapshot: headphone roulette
- So there's this guy
- Society for the prevention of Haikus
- Sol Invictus
- Sometimes, when no one is looking, I am beautiful
- Sonnet on approaching Italy
- Soul, wilt thou toss again?
- SOY! SOY! SOY! Soy makes you strong! Strength crushes enemies! SOY!
- Standing on a mountaintop in northern Siberia under the rapidly descending bulk of asteroid McAlmont, with a calculating expression and a baseball bat
- Stimulatress
- sub silentio
- Sugarplum
- sunset rainwater turns her sidewalk chalk-art into a sherbert delight; a surprise gift from chaos that tumbles her like tinkling bells onto the wet grass
- Super Mario Brothers: A Literary Criticism
- swooning lessons
- Teach your million tiny babies to parasail
- Teddisms Generator
- Tell the truth. Begin by beginning. Say good things to yourself.
- that girl
- That little bitch Marla Singer: A cultural critique of sexism in Fight Club
- That whole bedroom thing wouldn't have happened if you hadn't tried to explain Quantum Physics (idea)
- That's it. I quit team sanity. (idea)
- That's not love, it's F major
- the african violet you gave me
- The art of revolutionary rhetoric (idea)
- The beauty of things not meant to last
- the boy with the poetry power
- The cat is a liberal! (idea)
- The collected letters of sundays dreaming (idea)
- The creation of the EDB
- The devil has blue eyes
- The Devil You Deserve
- The editor's task
- The Founding and Manifesto of Futurism
- The Gas Man Cometh
- The Genesis of Everything
- The Goddess of the Black Fan
- The homosexual agenda
- The House of Paper Dolls
- The Joyous Corpse
- The lady of situations
- The little death and Veronica Lake
- The little death and Veronica Lake (idea)
- The lonely ones will find each other by the heat of their bodies (idea)
- The Lovecraftian compulsion to keep writing even as one is being devoured
- The muse is a wicked creature
- The New York City Noder Compound
- The one the queen keeps her eye on
- The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light
- The Raven (The Edgar Allan Porn version)
- The room is full of smoke and dialogue I know by heart
- the rose, the girl, the goddess
- The sad thing is, if you get her you'll be sick of her in a year
- The semi-fictional life of every real woman
- The Sex Pistols
- The shadow is going away. You can breathe again. The past is closed.
- The sky rained tears. I was sure.
- The smiles you smiled when you thought no one was looking
- The space that fits a restless girl for five minutes
- The Star-Child
- The terrorists have already won "ANY BREAKFAST BAGEL SANDWICH" at McDonald's!
- The things we give away
- The trouble with love is, it doesn't care how fast you fall
- The undoing of How to cook the perfect steak (idea)
- the wild flamingos of my Oklahoma trailer park paradise
- the wise mapmaker omits his home
- The words were ways of touching and made us want to speak with hands
- The young poet, facing a deadline, scans pages 450-467 of the OED (idea)
- There are only these moments strong and fiery. The rest is love and your imminent departure.
- There'll be plenty of time later to leave things unsaid
- There's nothing like the sound of snowpants
- They hit each other, like fucking Christ intended!
- Thimblerigger
- Things to do with drain cleaner and Johnny Cash
- This is as real as magic gets
- This isn't a fairy tale
- This ocean is angry but I might live through it
- This place needs more actual content. Let's begin.
- This was unexpected, my soul's connection to you
- This will be of fine service for you, you bag of the scum
- Those who are as a light in the darkness shall ever be troubled by moths
- throw away words we catch in cages where our hearts should be
- Tits on a keyboard
- to eight minutes, forever lost
- To her secret heart
- To let him know
- To my perils of cheat and charmer
- Too many people say "I love you" when they mean "I like you"
- Twenty-three good things about pickles and dirt
- Two condoms, she makes me wear
- Two lost souls trying to find each other
- Two people who are not touching
- Two Sides, Two Tapes
- unaddressed, handwritten letters to all my future ifs and whethers
- Using the postal service to fight The Man and sell drugs is only good in theory
- Variants of Feminism 101
- Vegetarian fish and chips with cream of tomato soup
- velvet revolution fairy tale
- Veronica Mars
- Victorian Novel Disease
- Vulturine
- WAIAMQWIITIOJDTRT?
- Walk behind a woman (idea)
- Want (the state of not having her)
- Watching my daughter conform (idea)
- We don't write 'round here much anymore
- We dropped the globe, denting an already troubled Africa
- We only get one chance at life, sweetness, this is mine
- We were the young lovers before despair
- Western Pygmy blue butterfly
- Wet T-shirts and hot summers: a fifteen year old's definition of love
- What If, A Villanelle
- What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
- What makes him so goddamned special?
- When did you choose to be left-handed?
- When Night's Black Mantle could Most Darkness Prove
- When we finally fall, it will be fast and sure
- When your imaginary life is interrupted unapologetically by your real one
- Where do butterflies go when it rains?
- Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
- Which heaven to gaudy day
- whisked through time-tubes of candied air to an archipelago of moon-worlds, sterile and deserted
- why don't poets kill each other anymore?
- Why I ran away from home
- Why the existence of God cannot be disproven
- Why the willow weeps
- Why there is no moloch13
- wild lettuce
- Wired, old school: Information exchange and the explosive popularity of 17th and 18th century coffee houses
- With a little girl in a Hollywood bungalow
- With dark forgetting of my care return
- With him it was always like
- With you, I am fierce
- word messer-upper
- Working in the Library
- Would you mind never speaking to me again?
- wrapped up tight in my distress. My words are muffled
- XP is the currency of E2
- Ye Old Lovecraftian Bake Shoppe
- You are a maze of twisty little passages, all alike
- You are precious to me. Did you know that?
- You are truly a goddess of disturbed tranquility
- you bruise easily for a hard girl
- you can lower your standards, or your pants, but you can't make them love you
- you cannot meet again unless you part
- You know my history in fragments and I know your life in sketches
- You know the little things about me that would sing in the silence (idea)
- You know to me she's but a fetish
- You know what? I've had it up to here with "Trix are for kids!" Give the rabbit a fucking bowl of cereal, you dick!
- You learn to worship what you can't forget
- You move with the eloquence of a fiery wall of disintegrating fuselage
- You touched me when I needed to be touched, and for that I will hold you in my heart forever
- You turn if you want to. The lady's not for turning
- You wouldn't know it, but I think you're achingly beautiful
- You, smoking a cigarette, and me dreaming of stars
- you, who maddened my soul with love
- you, who would stifle beautiful words not yet born
- You're so funny I think I'll kick your ass (idea)
- Your dashingly colored toupee twists my right boot into a state of ennui with the speed and dexterity of many lemon meringue-coated conquistadors
- Your first writeup will be nuked: Don't give up
- Your hair curls darkly back
- Your poem must fit entirely in the box below to be eligible for the contest
- Your smile was embarrassed. Your fingers were dew-covered. I am still smiling.
- Youth and Beauty