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You, You, You + Ephemera #3! (revised) x-posted [08 Nov 2005|11:28pm]

frustratednsad
It's not fair to suck me back in and then slap me in the face.
She already knows you love her
You didn't have to tell her right in front of me
You didn't have to shatter my psyche and rip my soul
AGAIN
With only my bad poetry and my razors to console me
My skin sliced open like an overripe pear
Every rolling ball of blood
A love letter to you...

Info on the next issue of my zine, which I'm currently accepting submissions forCollapse )
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[16 Sep 2005|04:29pm]

fallenreliquary
Flame of Ebony
by Michael Feuerstein

In the shadows of reality
beyond the two way mirror
this undevloped fetus
this will cadver is trusting
your inner voice

you must feed the walls
you must satify the craving
paint the walls with passion
every wall holds a secret
between each secret,
lyes a nightmare.

the flames a taste of chaos
in your cavity of cancer
this endless void
of charred satifaction
SCREAM, SCREAM for the light....
this Beast of infamy
is you
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[11 Jul 2005|02:50am]

fallenreliquary
ebony pavement,
with blueberry rain.
soft water streams,
and chocolate puddle spray.
the yellow boots fall,
into the quite of the night,
in the calming storm,
a childs delite.
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"April Nights, 2003" + call for submissions for animal zine [04 Jul 2005|02:23am]

frustratednsad
The poem (critique ok)

Back-to-back-to-back evenings
A few feet away from you for hours at a time
But for all the good it did me
You might as well have been on Neptune

That look you gave me
When I said hello--
Not a look of anger or fear or anything, really
A look of nothing at all
A look as if I was transparent

Back in my room
the pain overflowing
spilling across my skin in angry streaks

And I decided:
I will stop lying
and pretending
That anything but you means anything
at all

And my existence--
Shredded fragments patched together
with my blood and your non-words--
will become a desperate truth.

The call for submissions (x-posted to various animal, writing, and zine communities)

The next issue of my zine Ephemera is going to be all about animals, and I'm looking for submissions. You can send in anything written or visual that involves animals in any way. The deadline is July 15. Please send me your submissions and any questions and pass this along to anyone you think might be interested. (Note for people who have ordered and not yet received copies of #'s 1 and 2: I have been sold out for awhile but those are going to be sent out this week. If you haven't ordered copies but want to then please do! There's a fresh batch!)
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[03 Jul 2005|09:26pm]

fallenreliquary
and i carried the casket
heavy with loves false pretenses
the girl i love is dead
i sit by the cave though
waiting for some hope
waiting for the ressurection
waiting for some connection
to you

me and your shadow
we are children of the night
you litter every corner
you burn away every light

his hands around your waste
as you ride off in the sunset
to some dinner sucide
where the meat is wriggling
and so is my corpse

your ghost by my side
we reak havick as we drive,
spilling out love into the night
a love waiting to be revived.

his lips to your lips
pull the string to this old toy
break out the knife and begin to twist
one day i hope i can find joy...

but such fallacy hopes
arise on loves stary dreams
we may ride togather,
but are split at the seems..

his hips to your hips....
was it a swing or a miss....
salt air fill my lungs and my thoughts
and right now I fight to exist..


and death has never been so accepting...
the poison has never been sweeter
we climb a tree to touch the stars
i climb the bridge to only be hit by a car
its never been so tempting
to only pull an inch
setting the clutch in reverse
let me strech back the skin
to set free all that was
and all that could have been
falling back onto who i was
who i never wished again


but its all ash,
you brought in...
and i stll ask
do you still?
you never loved
i wish i never;;;;;;
you never cared
i wish i never//////
you never hurt
i will never..again
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tears [29 May 2005|12:30am]

distortedlove
hi im new so i'd thought i'd post one of my writings...it doesnt ryhme, but um i hope you like..um yeah okok bye


tears

nothing left to breath
except my own self-pity
sitting on the bottom of this ocean,
that was made by my
own tears.
slowly counting
down he last seconds i have left
as my lungs fill up with every lie
you've told me
my heart begins ot sink
further down the void
and all your false words of "love"
run through my veins
the seconds are getting closer
drowning out the sound of my heart
beat as it slowly begins to stop
leaving just a shell of
heartache and pain.
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[01 Nov 2004|11:33am]

pinched


Join __amatory_verse...<3
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red revolver [30 Oct 2004|04:13pm]

buckshot_mc
[ mood | calm ]

Hey was mucking around too long before someone took notice.
"A touch of the crazies eh?" somebody noted.
"its all the same"
"nothing changes."
He more or less muttered these things.
"life's a bitch then you die"
He pointed the revolver at his head and pulled the trigger.

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Sorry for the promotion... [08 Jul 2004|07:13pm]

avetta
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[28 Jun 2004|05:03pm]

fallenreliquary
Darker Shades of Blue
by me

I’ve seen
Darker shades of blue
I’ve seen better
distguished lies of fancy
And you don’t show much,
You, love, I
Can’t take this anymore
Why is my heart on a scale?
And the words of never
Will eventually come to fail

All this resentment is just a plus
All I ever wanted was a happy ending
Girls are a drag and a must
All I ever wanted was a happy ending
So you break me fine, then you lie
All I ever wanted was a happy ending
Well that’s a crime but why, but why
All I ever wanted was a happy ending
I thought you said our love was worth the try
All I ever wanted was a happy ending

I’ve had
Better tasting poison
I’ve had
Been in emptier rooms
The truth has never been so transparent
You, hate, I
Want to forget with style
Pocket all the regrets?
I liked you for a while
Lets start the bloodletting
I’m sick of all the sensible denial

All this resentment is just a plus
All I ever wanted was a happy ending
Drama and heartbreak is a must
All I ever wanted was a happy ending
So you break me fine, then you lie
All I ever wanted was a happy ending
Well that’s a crime but why, but why
All I ever wanted was a happy ending
I thought you said our love was worth the try
All I ever wanted was a happy ending
Break me like the night sky....
All I ever wanted was an end

I am rubber, and you are glue
Take the shit I give you.

I am rubber, and you are glue
Take the shit I give you.

I AM RUBBER, AND YOU ARE GLUE,
TAKE THE SHIT I GIVE YOU.
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[25 Jun 2004|04:19pm]

frustratednsad
Shameless advert: The first issue of my zine Ephemera is now available, and I also still have copies of my chapbook. They're $3 each. Also, now accepting submissions for Ephemera #2, "the love issue." To order or submit, e-mail me: quinn at tmbg dot org.

"Ode to a Mannequin"

Standing guard 
silent
      as
        death
In the window. 
Dressed up 
To match the old-fashioned 
moviehouse facade 
Of the sign store. 

Her nametag proclaims: 
LAVERNE.
Was it made just for her? 
One delicate hand resting 
next to the tickets

Staring blankly through cat's eye glasses, 
   Through the reflection 
Of blind-windowed cars 

Dress stained 
hair mussed 
Ready to animate, run 
If given a shawl and hat. 

Beautiful in her frozen moment 
Kidnapped 
From her noisy life
And rendered noiseless 
Dimly recalling 
the last existence 
and losing more of it 
Every 
Day.
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[28 May 2004|05:46pm]

fallenreliquary
we drank each other apart
and the memorys are extending
ghosts of impacted
the hell with you, and your freinds,
i should just settle, settled
and the choices that we make,
the words were so heavy
the alleyways neverending
the worst day was the best day,
the day after tommorow,
then we fall in the oblivion
of words that are not just words
but its a feeling that we all keep bleeding
into these lines of an emotion so heavy
we can take so blinded,
the eyes avoiding the truth,
we can live so carlessly,
the masticated hearts surround youth,

grievance over something
so selfishly denying
patence for a lie,
a love that is trying,
what was the point
for its so much to take
and we are all whore to gulteny we feed
never seeming satify,
at what price will you bleed?
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[21 May 2004|07:22pm]

frustratednsad
[ mood | creative ]

Starting work on my first zine, accepting submissions of anything--poetry, short fiction, essays, art, photos, ads for other zines, etc etc etc. Submissions can be e-mailed to selfcallednowhere@houston.rr.com or mailed (ask for my address).

"Upon Arriving in Newark"

We swooped in over a river
I don't know what river--
It was brown and hemmed by smokestacks.
24,000 comedy routines on Jersey
Flashed before my eyes
And I believed them.

The "Welcome to Newark--America's
RENAISSANCE city!" sign
Was juxtaposed with a grimed and graffitied stone overpass
The irony was not subtle.

Sinking into the deep blue seats of the taxi
Bridge sides high enough to prevent seeing
That River
The blown-out factory windows leered at me
And I glimpsed how people become desperate.

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[30 Apr 2004|01:14pm]

fallenreliquary
Once upon a Time....

i left you where you stood.
you rode off wearing angels wings
while i burn in my sins
of all the things i have done...
what have i become.......
my heart Is my CREST
i wear it at my sleeve
i leave it at your knees....
but leave me with my sin
for i will take it to my grave

Once upon a time...
it was you and I....
lost in some sweet dreams....
between the stars, and sky...
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When I draw maps [22 Apr 2004|03:08pm]

jtylerblue
I am waiting and sitting and thinking and pretending that you do not exists and you are not real and I can return to my normally scheduled life. I am in the middle of doing this while I check my email and voicemail and clicking and wondering and waiting and pretending it isn't you. It isn't you because, because, because my life is filled with too many things anyway. I just met you. You don't know my middle name. You don't know how I like my ice cream. You don't even know if I like cats or dogs or clouds. I like them all by the way.

I feel asleep on a train once and when I woke up I didn't know where I was. I missed my stop I guess but it was beautiful and exciting. I wonder if I am sleeping. I wonder if I'll wake up. I wonder if I do will I be able to speak Japanese this time.

Of course I'm scared. Of course I'm scared. Who isn't scared?

Maybe I'm just selfish. Maybe I am just asking for too much. Maybe all you want from me is a little bit and all you want to give is your name, maybe your number, maybe you'll have dinner and tell me a joke. But that doesn't mean you want to understand me or know me or anything really. Maybe it is like that for you instead of me this time.

I'm just guessing when I draw maps on the back of you hand with my finger. I'm just pretending not to notice how you leaned into me at the park. I'm just guessing you like art better than my smile.

I don't want to fall like yesterday's whisper. I don't want to forget all that hasn't happened. I think if you punch me I would feel better but I really just want to hold your hand and make real this believe.

I don't want an ending.
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Looking Out the Hospital Window [11 Apr 2004|10:16pm]

frustratednsad
[ mood | lonely ]

(x-posted like a mofo)

(Shameless advert: I have a chapbook for sale for $5. IM ThePeculiarGirl or e-mail quinn@tmbg.org to place an order.)

Standing naked at the hospital window
and looking out at the nightscape
seven stories down
the street spread below me
like a freshly laundered blanket and
dotted with cars
wondering where everyone had to be at
two a.m.

Standing naked at the hospital window
and looking down at the nightscape
you were a million miles away.

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[09 Mar 2004|04:50pm]

scarred_by_love
___tres_belle

___tres_belle

___tres_belle
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Fear [14 Feb 2004|09:38pm]

avetta
I made another graphic... probally my favorite so far.

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J. [26 Jan 2004|12:28am]

frustratednsad
First of all, I'd like to promote poetpenpals. And now, the poem.Collapse )
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Providence [25 Jan 2004|03:16pm]

frustratednsad
I hold it out to show you:
One wispy arm
White with red crisscrosses
Your pain brought to the surface
Where it can heal.
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