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    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual

    Come, sit with me at the bar. The jokes here taste less
    like lead the more you hear them.
    Brush off this jaundiced weather
    Like lint on your grandfather’s army uniform, his frown
    Etched into your smile like a landmine.

    ...Created 2017-03-19 12:25:42

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual

    ...Created 2017-03-01 22:42:18

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual

    I think you're crazy, maybe

    ...Created 2016-12-13 22:45:45

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual

    Her father was born in China, or Singapore,
    Brother lost at eight --
    The story wears down
    Sip coffee, think about the next sip
    of coffee.
    She is watching the garbage men
    Like she will have to replicate their motions later
    Like someone who has read the same book over and over
    because everything new
    is just too much.

    She is not beautiful,
    Not in the traditional sense. Not lush and pulsing
    with life. She is pale stallions writhing in pain at the finish line,
    The chance of a falling match striking a vein of coal.
    Her face is smeared
    with oil and sweat, her hair tangled
    and her white dress
    barely holding on to the pretense
    that it is still a white dress. She is
    a used paperback novel that is always in your bookbag
    whose pages you finger,
    both familiar and terrifying,
    like sleeping next to a childhood friend
    seeing all the ways in which the world
    has eaten you both.

    This is her finger inside the hem of my sleeve, saying
    Feel how rough I am. Feel how the years have worked through me
    like a worm through an apple. Tell me I’m ugly and fuck me
    like long division.

    I’m blind and bleeding in traffic,
    I’m naked in the middle of the street,
    I’m walking out on coals,
    To meet you.

    Now we’re downtown. Now
    we’re in the top of your apartment building
    with the lights on.
    Now we’re getting ready to go out.
    Now we’re in our underwear.
    Now the curtain blows.

    ...Created 2016-11-01 11:55:59

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual

    If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied...

    ...Created 2016-10-03 19:45:14

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual

    ...Created 2016-09-15 20:49:48

    dotsJournal: Blowing Bubblesdots
    Mood: The Usual

    blow me a lilly
    from the stem
    of your neck
    and brush off
    those nickel-plated clouds
    like my grandfather's army suit
    on a Tuesday afternoon.

    fall with me
    towards the club
    like swing or jazz
    forgetting itself for a moment.

    we're all doing well.
    everything is on the upswing.

    sing that sick breeze
    into my throat like
    a porch swing
    hung from willow branches
    and lay your hands
    on this neatly pressed flannel
    like a radio dial
    playing nothing but tuna fish and aluminum.

    ...Created 2016-07-01 14:12:47

    dotsJournal: used to be bettdots
    Mood: er

    ...Created 2016-06-21 21:26:07

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual

    turn every obstacle into the path turn every obstacle into the path turn every obstacle into the path turn every obstacle into the path turn every obstacle into the pathturn every obstacle into the pathturn every obstacle into the path turn every obstacle into the pathturn every obstacle into the pathturn every obstacle obstacle into the path into the path turn every obstacle into the path turn every bstacle int turn every oo the path turn every path turn every obstacle into the turn every obstacle into the pa obstacle into the path turn everyth obstacle into the path turnacle into the path every obst pat

    ...Created 2016-06-19 17:07:08

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual

    I was a rock pigeon, picking lifts off the schism
    Kicking riffs off the mizzen-mast, volume at half-blast
    Manatees mixing up the syrupy sweetness of a praise Jesus
    Meets kung-fu fighting at the cleaners, preacher sees us
    Stomping out a hymn on the black-and-white tuxedo teeth
    But more like a broken heart eatery married a dim sum cart
    Yeah ton of eggs for breakfast, more man than any
    Keep a spoonful of NOS to mix up with the bennies
    If friends are your what-fors I hope I claim many
    And many minds claim mine as the jam that keeps spreading;
    Thread the needle through the storm of your mind’s eye, lots to lose
    Find your moment in time, grind, put your elbow to the groove.

    ...Created 2016-06-17 19:26:19

    Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3
    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.

    Spectrum Of Reality written by Daniel Barlow
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    View written by saartha
    Eternal Lives written by Ramneet
    Through & Through written by Chelebel
    Higher Purpose written by Latin King
    Time written by concrete_rose
    Brr. written by Outlaw
    Desayuno Serenade written by krs3332003
    Brusque written by Daniel Barlow
    Thunder and Lightning written by gwenn sundala
    Limits written by Daniel Barlow
    Kissing Eva written by krs3332003
    Magic Man written by Carosuel
    Tender Bites written by Chelebel
    In this life so empty written by keestu
    untitled written by SincerWritinAsh
    Surviving Spring written by WriteSomething
    Blood Lion written by Passionbyapathy
    Too Dark A House For Such a noble light written by Daniel Barlow
    Be A Legend written by WriteSomething
    Reasoning written by Daniel Barlow
    cat written by mmray
    Peace & Love written by Chelebel
    Tribute written by expiring_touch
    nothingness. greatness. split apart written by Daniel Barlow
    another one lost written by Me Rambling
    Lack of Intimacy written by Poetic_tragedy6




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