WordsintheHead

Andrew Nurse

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A Thought for Every Raindrop by WordsintheHead, literature

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A Thought for Every Raindrop

It's nice to be in the rain a little thinking old songs, old laughs pinned up on a stiff wall of memories so they don't die so fast, the tacs stay in (but the pictures fade). Once winter comes and I move back to Peterborough, favourite poetry town, all those flashbacks will cripple, won't have the strength to be as vibrant. The brighter tomorrow becomes the more yesterday darkens, I now realize.

Unlifement by WordsintheHead, literature

Night Bus by WordsintheHead, literature

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Night Bus

Wearing sneakers on the wrong bus route, white sneakers absorbing reflecting identical neon light liming the features of someone short with hair shorter. The face beneath explores various muscle positions, I love that kind of concentration been watching it for 15 minutes, person writing on cards, probably something really exciting I'll never know about. Holy hic up's! A new passenger's throat pokes holes into the quiet of the night bus.

Popped Speech Bubbles by WordsintheHead, literature

In and Out by WordsintheHead, literature

Everything's Always OK by WordsintheHead, literature

Stars Talking as Us by WordsintheHead, literature

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Skeleton Dance by WordsintheHead, literature

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Skeleton Dance

Sometimes I have no oxygen from living in the sea where my voice is just bubbles that confuse even myself. Sometimes the fish in the sea pass me by for I am as still as a rock while waves peel my layers away until I am bones. Sometimes I am bones because my skin has died from lack of touch, my infant soul digests my afflicted mind when it is offered nothing more. Sometimes I wander to deep feeling around a windowless room where nothing escapes, driving myself endlessly mad due to ages of reoccurring nightmares that come and go to remind me that I'll always be bones, bones until my bones die too.

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-- by moonjava, literature

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i've got a present for you and it's not so little. the carrot string tied the city together where the edges were endless lonely bridges thank you, but it was too short to memorize your muscle patterns and shoulder bones i remember walking like we were we were speeding, racing in silvers [you don't even exist except to fulfill me] you had me all bent over she told me she used to stand on chair arms screaming at concerts, flying on speed and coke. I never wanted it to end. pushed me down again and again the only kind I don't mind And down here there are always noises in the skies

Almost Broken Pieces by anextraordinarygirl, literature

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Almost Broken Pieces

Insults splashed as battery acid on my cheeks. I absorbed the milky venom, viscous and rank, because I "deserved" it. Sickeningly sour stomach near time of your arrival. Dread of the words you'd shoot to wound me, I'd race to distract with song, verse, art. To build a fragile fortress of protection, however unstable, which might shield from poison and pain. I grew rebellious. I desired freedom from your vitriol. You deserve to hold no power over your WIFE when you behave like a monster. You wish you'd have broken my jaw? You indescribable bastard.

Mystery by XXXfallenXangelXXX, literature

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Mystery

A calm, A light, Pulling her into, A chaotic sense of peace; How is it that - When horror is abundant, One must only reach the eye of the storm, to witness it's unstable beauty? A ripple, A reflection, Drawing her attention to, A sense of stillness, A sense of time; How is it that - When even time seems to stop, To wait for only a moment, That still the earth spins? A smile, A hush, Mother Nature won't reveal, What we truly wish to know, Until we find a question, That even ponders her.

shadows by D1rty, literature

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shadows

º there is such beauty in shadows dull º purple º [gray] º lust-full undertones running deep, so deep profundo, tan profundo a balance of shadow and light each giving rise to other :: the shadow supports the light enhancing influencing e m o t i o n s shapes - bodies in motion, shadows in motion, motion in motion a balance of emotions and form º¹ ›› forms in serenity ambiguity a balance of known and unknown, questions and answers [ QUESTION] s movement blurred, shadows blurred visions of light, in light, of light – vibrant º purple º [red] º lust-full un equilibrio de la luz y la sombra imagined, felt, lived, dreamed, desi

Cabaret by Lilacchakra, literature

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Cabaret

I'm gum at the bottom of his cup A lingering force that never stops producing a bitter taste I wish I could be more However, I fail as I: Fall in to the arms of no mother Grace the wind without any cover And sail across the vibrations in my mind I am priceless Thoughtless Empty Floating Feeling nothing in this moment But hopeless A dead fly is on the counter Smacked down from the air Bleeding, you watch as if it were nothing You got me

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Childgrowth Possibility by WordsintheHead, literature

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Canada
Deviant for 18 years
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Current Residence: cobourg, which is in ontario
Favourite style of art: i like combining things a lot i do
Personal Quote: BLOWOUT!

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Gregory Euclide, Pan, Eric Drooker

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

some currents - Miles Davis, Mars Volta, Blonde Redhead, Radiohead, Devendra Banhart, Bob Dylan

Favourite Writers

currently Lola Ridge

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human experience unit

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developing my experience of life

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WordsintheHead

Sep 15, 2006

still....

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living around BC

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WordsintheHead

Aug 30, 2006

Far and Fast

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My friend and I have made our way to her aunt's farm in Alberta, where we made use of the hot tub, once in the day and at night under the stars. We talked for a god over-an-hour about life, humans, and cultural expectations. We've eaten a lot of fruit here, I really like pineapple. We are leaving in 22 minutes for British Columbia and the mountains, where our first stop will be the Okanagan Valley to pick fruits and vegetables to make some more money before heading deeper towards the rainforests, the ocean, and crazy people. I've got some poems I could post but I'm probably going to wait. There's not enough time to post them and I keep writin

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Aug 17, 2006

Blowingouttahere

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well the other day i decided to quit my job so i can hitchhike out to british columbia with some friends. naturally i'm excited. so i guess i won't be very active on here but i'll do my best to journalize the journey. i'll also try to post any writing i do. it's pretty hard to do that though since a journey like this is always to exciting/distracting, never really have the urge to hop on a computer. i'll be leaving on the 25th of august unless plans change I shall return!