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tinymurmur
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An apology, a love note and a remembrance
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12 Steps to Intimacy
36C mind in a 32A body
a cunning poem inserted between the ribs
A mournful sound down rain-dark walls
A note on arrival
A strange and beautifully distanced unity
A thousand years from now, we should have coffee and tell stories while the world disintegrates
Accept this, and your next breath will be infinitely sweeter.
Advise you to purr soft and look humble--if you can.
Ah, the distrust I have fostered. It is such a rock.
All I got is my rifle and some stimpacks.
all of these questions need answering
All the gold you can eat
Anna Begins
another "poem" about unrequited love and how it fucks up your everything
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
At night, she still believes in him
Because I do not want to forget
Because I want to. Because I'm good at it.
Beneath the shadows of buildings no longer tall
Bookwormier
Break me. I'm elated.
Call her up, tell her how love is not a question.
Desire: Three Poems
Discreet, until they rock your world
dreaming of gentle dragons and cotton candy
Dressed in black with soundless shoes, I sweep in when it's dark and rearrange things
etouffee
Even though I sleep terribly with another body in the bed
Everything is a Family
Food, shelter and a broadband connection
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
He breaks her heart on a daily basis
Hello lovely fool where have you been all this time.
Her protestations notwithstanding
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
How does it feel to know you are one of my bad habits?
How the heart really works
How to make roses open up
How to meet the most girls (idea)
How to translate a Latin sentence
I am not playing a zero sum game
I am worn out with the beauty of the most trivial things
I believe love and cats have nine lives.
I didn't ask if the glass was half full or half empty. I've always had enough to drink.
I have never let my schooling interfere with my education
I know what is about to come
I like it here
I like you. Now let me tell you all my flaws.
I remember when the buildings were newly fallen
I shall whisper words into your skin for a thousand nights to come
I wanted nothing more than for the ocean to be calm and still
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
I will always be in the details
I will marry only he who defeats me in battle
I wish I had the magic words that could take pain away
I would like for love not to kill me, please
I'm talking about the kind of love that keeps you alive.
I'm waiting for what will make me stand still the rest of my life
I've lost my memory but I have ink, so.
If we were machines, we'd have the gift of being eternal and I want you to understand
in spite (or perhaps because) of
It is good enough. It is more than good enough.
It never rains when you want it to, many lawns under the deluge
It will be in Georgia. It will be Taipei.
It's always a good idea to tell people you love them if you do
It's best not to touch them while they are leaving
It's just the three of us - you, me, and all that stuff we're so scared of
It's not love. It's not even close.
It's the impurities that let you party with the shadow people
jealousy, which has been a sort of game you played with yourself, now grips you relentlessly.
Just because she's nice to you doesn't mean she wants to fuck you
Let it never be said I slept through it. I never sleep
Like hands on a clock tell time without thinking about how long it's been
Listen, we ended up ruined. I find my answers where I can.
Love forsakes us from time to time, and we forsake love.
Making love out of nothing at all
Message Inbox
Miles, baby, hundreds of highways and truckstops I've used.
my kisses say something
my memory is rising from the bottom of this ocean
My real life, burst into the proper colors
My regret sits on the floor like someone else's polaroid photos
no more bitter. i am full.
Oceania has always been at war with Eastasia
Once and somewhere far away I might have found peace, but now I can't live without this city.
Open your eyes. Become bigger. It hasn't killed you, and it's making you stronger
Please tell me everything, this means you, I am hungry and also
Prayer for Forgetting
rage with an intensity rivaled only by the leaf that suddenly floats to the ground
reading a sad story backwards doesn't make it have a happy ending
satellites fallen from grace
Scapegrace
Schrödinger's Heart
She favors black bras
She has trouble acting normal
She thought about giving him her heart
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
Sometimes, when no one is looking, I am beautiful
Sometimes, you have to say to yourself: It just doesn't matter.
stubborn tiny lights vs. clustering darkness forever ok?
Tell me of the nature of love
The Dancefloor is our Mother. Her heart beats at 125 BPM.
The endless blue sky is not big enough to hold her memories, so it doesn't
the moon versus us ever sleeping together again
The polaroids that keep us together
The shadow is going away. You can breathe again. The past is closed.
the train wrecks run on time
The walls she had built around herself cracked and crumbled
the way we circle into range
the wise mapmaker omits his home
The words beneath her words
The world is warm and likes having us in it
these arms, this heart, this body, sleep here
This is why she stays
This makes me ache. I have holes of aching.
This ocean is angry but I might live through it
tinymurmur
To me he is a daisy and I keep trying to count his petals (idea)
To the man who keeps happening to me
to write here is to invest in a strange nation
Too young to be nostalgic, too old to be naive
Translucent, threatening to smash itself
Two Golden Rules of Being a Woman
Up My Street (A Quest for Local Knowledge)
Upon my indulgence, I was dissatisfied
Want (the state of not having her)
Wanted: Supervillain minions
Wanting to hear those quiet, even breaths at four in the morning
Warning: Splinters off into a thousand directions
We can dream of elsewhere
we can give up, but the world never will
We have had enough of your beige
We only get one chance at life, sweetness, this is mine
We sit together and we sit apart
We trained the lions not to weep
We will unmake the world with a whisper, with a scream
Welcome to Everything
What if I had never met you? How much the poorer would my life have been.
What reasons do you need
what's perfect about fall
When averted glances become the same as a stare
When silence between two people is comfortable
when still her eyes held water
Where are the Snowdens of yesteryear?
Why I play russian roulette with five bullets
With the dreary burden of a heart unyielded
yes I said yes I will Yes.
You are complexity, studied and defined
You are lethargy and I write to wake you
You are precious to me. Did you know that?
You are so beautiful
you can lower your standards, or your pants, but you can't make them love you
YOU CAN'T FIGHT EVIL WITH A MACARONI DUCK!
You can't quit now. It's just getting good.
You know my history in fragments and I know your life in sketches
You learn to worship what you can't forget
You may forget
You will have no doubt and the sky will turn to gold
You will lose everything you love making your point
You, born of the water, could you ever live far from the sea?
You're never around when I need you