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the reason for nightmares by boinkers, literature

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the reason for nightmares

what would our world be like if "the worst nightmare" came with an [x] at the top right corner? just a -click-, not a site we wanted to see anyway. would the fair twin ever be appreciated- just another fake bitch, another [x], another -click-. no use for her; the world has [x] for all unwanteds and their spawned dreams. little mouse you don't bother when you think you have that [catnip] (it's just grass by the way) but you dare to dream to gorge for endless days on endless bounty, when the cat gets, ready, to... POUNCE! a movement of small increments and a -click-, not a site you wanted to see anyway.

taking it all back by boinkers, literature

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taking it all back

stars on cardboard boxes, rest- next to perfect pancakes, on plates packed away. he showed up, taking everything, amid breakfast table chaos and innocent protests: answered- something about how mom didn't pay. the metal frame, on creaky wheels loaded with brown filled goodness, carted off memories- some born just yesterday. while on the floor i sat, with magic black, giving birth to stars on cardboard boxes; i would find them- someday.

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the color of could have by boinkers, literature

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the color of could have

mediocre thoughts traverse the synapses; discarded, swirling into the dark abyss of forgetfulness. like someone took a shit on some not-so-white ivory throne-- piss-stained yellow from splashing golden waterfalls. drops that just didn't quite make it into the collective pool; forever lost from consciousness-- until another urine stream is born from a bladder filling bottle shattered against an unforgiving wall; leaving behind a cascade of sharp edges: incandescent thoughts everyone applauds. leaving you with memories of that piss stained yellow throne.

toxic motel by boinkers, literature

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toxic motel

toxic waste dump. cancer eating away. little bugs flying- got to find a place, a new body to stay. duplicate the species. spread the disease. radiation dreams- for a while, at least, they'll be at ease. put the trash out. start the car. drive on down, your oil stained road. a little does go far. it's raining out; not so clean. refreshes the smog, that kills the tree. little bug so mean. mother is angry. her ranks are swelling. calling in the reserves- as the shield is failing. listen to what she's telling.

when the bossman comes calling by boinkers, literature

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when the bossman comes calling

when the bossman comes calling, will you be ready? take a walk up them stairs to the palace, with crystal chandeliers. when the bossman comes calling, for you to join the party, inviting you to take a break and kick it with cobain, it's easy to forget what's really at stake. when the bossman comes calling, he'll tell you exactly what to do. make some lines, cap some holes- shouldn't be hard for you. when the bossman comes calling, what will you decide? it's either a yes or no to a one way trip- a magic carpet ride. when the bossman comes calling, it's hard to refuse. such an offer can blind you, there's still so much t

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I was waiting by boinkers, literature

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I was waiting

(verse I) hey girl just so you know I was waiting then life moved on pushed me along and drove another dream of mine away but don't you worry i've already cried my tears i cried away all the pain 'cause (chorus) I was waiting for a day that never came I was waiting to feel your voice make love to my ear I was waiting but the pain became too much to bear (verse II) now all I feel is numbness in every vein so don't you worry i'm gonna be ok and if you come crawling back I won't be waiting here so don't even pack 'cause (chorus) (verse III) then waiting went from so right to so wrong and the feelings I had q

The Drive Home by boinkers, literature

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The Drive Home

looking out the window at the drops falling to the ground. there's a kid standing there; tears fall but he makes no sound. he just stands caught in the rain. trying to wash away all of his pain. he just wanted to be free. but you didn't understand, you were unable to see, how much pain you were causing. now he's been pushed too far. now you've gone too far. now he going to end this for real. he just wanted a chance to live, just needed a chance to see. who it was was that he wanted to be. but now it's over, he's not crying anymore. now it's over, he dosen't feel the pain anymore. now it's over, he won't see a sunrise

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untitled-4 by boinkers, literature

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untitled-4

The fates about to be sealed Upon an airy battlefield Peer through a silent mist As tension broils the air. Suddenly, with a bright flare Comes a clash of thunderous fist And as we cower and hide, Upon grey chariots they collide. Great gods gathered to slay And wage war in the gloom. Only after many meet their doom Do they end their bloody fray. It is then that they wonder why, Their tears falling from the sky.

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that day in september by boinkers, literature

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that day in september

Two mountains stood tall Awaiting the coming fall As four birds took flight One bird landed in a field And there it dug Its own grave Another landed on a boulder with five points Forever scarring it in its flight Two birds landed on the mountains standing tall The extra weight causing them to fall, Crushing those within their walls But out of the ash and dust there rose A great eagle which flew up, and froze Where it cried out to all who could hear. No bombs or planes can destroy That which makes our nation great It\'s not our mountains, boulders, or planes. It\'s our spirit, a spirit of freedom And that you can never, wil

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lyrics untitled-10 by boinkers, literature

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lyrics untitled-10

Life\'s so sad You gave it all you had Got nothing left to give Now how the hell are you gonna live But tomorrow the sun will rise Shine light on your eyes And I\'ll be there To save you from despair Loves so sad Makes you so damn mad Always seems so grand Then it dissolves into sand But tomorrow the sun will rise Shine light on your eyes And i\'ll be there To save you from despair Deaths so sad Why do you want it so bad? Its not worth your life You wanna end with that knife But tomorrow the sun will rise Shine light on your eyes And I\'ll be there To save you from despair Yeah, the sun will always ri

lyrics untitled-11 by boinkers, literature

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lyrics untitled-11

How\'s this gonna end Doesn\'t anybody know Is she gonna stay Is she the one Or is she gonna go Is this gonna fade away So many questions So very uncertain I wish I knew What the answer was I wish I knew What\'s in store for us I wish I could Lift this shroud But I can\'t I\'m not god I guess I\'ll just See how this goes Play it out Until the end I hope this is truly love I hope you stay If you left it would Break me to pieces Don\'t ask me why I don\'t want to voice These thoughts in my head I just don\'t wanna die No never again Been dead for so long Now I feel so alive So happy inside All because of you

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Hipsters and Ghost Love v2 by wildoats, literature

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Hipsters and Ghost Love v2

Hipsters, Ghost Love, Transitory Spaces You imagined this scenario, this "not falling in love" thing, but it came to reality a little differently than you had planned. You’re home in Sacramento, a numb city laden with a familiar ennui, which insists upon you like a down comforter. There is a reason you left Sacramento: when you ask a passing pedestrian what there is to do for fun around here, they say, "there's a park downtown where you can take a tour of the trees." "Trees?" "Yeah. About 90 different varieties. It’s really enthralling." You scan their face for some physical tic which might indicate sarcasm, but you find not

The History Lesson by catching, literature

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The History Lesson

(I) In a picture of you, black and white in 1960 and dull red, shadow-cast in sepia, with age, you have scarred your nine year-old eyebrow in a frightening ‘Never-Jump-on-the-Bed’ epic, which has long since been eaten away by acid because you never bound it in tissue paper like Mother always instructed from the kitchen. Your Ozarkian history always narrates in swells, slighted twangs sticking, dangling in the air like the exotic opera-pluck of the Chinese falsetto. &#

Tips For the Novice by suture, literature

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Tips For the Novice

Tips For The Novice It's an all-too common occurrence on my periodic forays into the world of internet poetry - writing weakened by a lack of fundamental knowledge concerning the essence of poetry writing. There are no rules set in stone about creative writing. The writer that strikes new trails can make a lasting impact on the world of poetry, but the chances of a writer stumbling upon golden words without a solid knowledge base are slim to none. The following tips for novice writers are intended to help shore up those fundamentals, to help the young writer breathe the essence of life into their poems, and to better share that essence with

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Charade by boinkers, literature

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Current Residence: little apartment near the beach
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Personal Quote: if you never take the first step, you won't take the second

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boinkers

Dec 27, 2007

Today

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Today i am unmotivated to do anything and that would be fine, except that today is like every other day.  Where has my motivation gone?  I have a sneaky suspicion it gets flushed away with the morning crap... at least i have motivated crap.

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boinkers

Apr 6, 2005

just some bored rambling

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snot dripping down this cold sucks worse than plucking feathers from the cluck nothing is going right but it's not wrong either just wasting time drinking apple cider listening to the wind blow through the trees wondering why life has so many fees everything good costs something bad and everything you had cost you something you lost then you lost what you gained and it all drained away are you gonna stay to see another day another sunrise and prove that you are a little wise just a little more than you have been given credit for or are you gonna go a knockin at the black door leaving me to wonder how all those great plans and dreams were torn

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boinkers

Mar 23, 2005

cool-beans (still tastin' like shit)

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i no longer have that job. ended up hating it passionately.  still not to good at skateboarding, can't kickflip yet. have a gf, been going out about two and half months. we fit together well. writing...oh writing.  haven't been doing much of that.  too many distractions i s'pose.  i'll make some time for it.  maybe try my hand at a short story, instead of poetry and lyrics. i have a guitar, hopefully be able to paly by next years cool-beans update. starting classes this fall.  maybe i won't turn out to be such a loser afterall.  even getting a car and my license.  been procratinating too long about doing that stuff. have a freind who's i

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CatastrophicStars

Nov 5, 2005

green apple ones, please ^^ *huggles on the elfie*

apricotafterthot

Feb 17, 2005

How are you these days?

CatastrophicStars

Dec 15, 2004

:0 what what, it's elfie! ^__^ I miss you, seriously, I do. gbleh.. <3 - Sabs

demonlight

Nov 8, 2004

'Ello. I classify you as a literary deviant. As such, you qualify for a watch, as long as you respond. I am trying to round up as many writers as possible, because we simply don't get enough recognition. So we will have to give each other recognition instead. So if you comment me, I'll do the same for you. I make it a matter of pride to leave in depth critiques, and value my DevFriends.

What do you think?

(please note that I am away this week - so it might be a little while before I get back to you)

livingpoetsociety

Sep 1, 2004

Please see our latest journal.

apricotafterthot

Apr 27, 2004

Hi to you as well.
I haven't been for any length of time lately.
I've been working everyday and then playing on my weekends.
My laptop is still being funny so I can't put anything new on my site. It's in the computer guys hands right now though so maybe some time soon you can see the 10 billion photos I've taken since I last submitted.
I'm working with the soap lady again.

hmm I don't think much else is new.
I have to go to the dentist today and that's not happy. But I am brining my Zappa so at least my ears will be pleased.

onewordatatime

Apr 20, 2004

Thanks for the support.

Ok, so a lot of people are getting this message and it might seem sorta... impersonal. But we do mean it all the same.

Thanks again