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    dots Submission Name: carelessdots

    Author: Runes
    Elite Ratio:    5.29 - 790/815/281
    Words: 119
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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    I'm a careless sort of girl, ripped lace
    and torn stockings, bright violets bruising
    my china doll smile. I'm not very careful
    when it comes to choosing dark corners
    to hide in, or the softest beds.

    I don't care much for those preposterous
    notions that bubble wrapped kisses taste
    just like cheap thrills. There aren't enough
    full moons to offset the boredom of quiet
    spent evenings with paper and pen.

    I'm a careless sort of girl, cracked bones
    and black coffee, cigarette burns on the
    clock by my chair. No alarms in my head,
    no fear to be mortal, but sometimes it seems
    life drags out too damn long.

    Submitted on 2011-08-19 01:44:37     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      i feel this way sometimes...."no alarms in my head"...just doing what my gut tells me to do, not worrying about conventionality or etiquette....impulsive, impetuous and non-conformist....it's a kind of freedom, isn't it?

    this one resonated with me...thanks!
    | Posted on 2011-08-20 00:00:00 | by rubie | [ Reply to This ]
      you know you should be published.

    (i am now going to try and rhetorically convince you to do so...)

    maybe you don't give or take a shit
    so i'll give you a sentiment instead.

    there is a point to this.

    for the way it's understood
    and the way it's mistaken.
    maybe not trying is your bubble-wrapped kiss.

    and who gives a shit what you deserve or not,
    you could accomplish something with this.

    whether the words are left to rot at a local writers section of a dying book store or not, there's still the chance that other people will find some sort of benefit.
    there's a small chance that it could make you a hundred dollars and you could use that hundren doallars to buy a very nice pen. shit if you get published i'll pm you my adress and you can use the money to buy me a bra with nipple tassles and i'll post the picture as my avatar. really i'll do it. you'll have to remind me but yep i'd do it.

    you have a marketable talent, i hope you could find the pride or even the why-not apathy to try and market it. and the thing is, poets don't make it on the news, if you got published you'd never have to read a single review. you wouldn't have to be judged or even if you were you could tell them how to fuck themselves sideways. but if it's not your goal that's fine too. i'm trying to convince you it's something you could do.

    i'll shut my mouth if it's too loud.
    | Posted on 2011-08-19 00:00:00 | by cornonthekob | [ Reply to This ]
      especially drags when you have cracked bones doesn't it?

    but careless doesn't mean aimless...maybe it just means whimsical...

    don't want the boredom, the rut of normal life...that is not something worth writing about...

    cracked bones and cigarette burns exhibit the pain of life...but life without pain is simply no gain.

    or something like that..

    as usual...your phrasing and confessional style just works so damn good...
    and bubble wrapped kisses is cool...it's like sending something through the post, wrapped up so tightly there is no chance of breakage...no risk...life with no risks is no life at all...

    | Posted on 2011-08-19 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]

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