YAAY!


Aliyahעלייה ------------ Going home. I want to go home, every inch of sand off my wind-scarred shoulders- Desperate black debris falling sideways. Frozen ashes.... I want to go home.Aliyah
Even the stars are unfamiliar- they are out of place out of season cold as the frozen ashes, pepper among the salted sky...


When The All Clear SoundsWhen The All Clear Sounds -----------------------------------------When The All Clear Sounds
I am no less a man for the reading as I am for the writing and riding, no less a man for bewitchment than spinning spells; The modern myths and classic legeneds offered by the
old men and boys flow forth, each crease in their pallid faces an ancient aqueduct for a certain mark of tear, dried dusty and cracked up when their stories are backed up and all they want left in this world is to let them flow in fire for crystal


SlatsSlats ----------Slats
How could it not be seen, o holy messiah? Nestled in it's niche between each crack in the infinite blacktop and each slat of the saline boardwalk, (itself a bridge to heaven
and great black chords across the sky) Moshiach, moshiach, waiting beneath the smelly souls of our shoes! Redemption! Judgement! Atonement! Spent pieces of Doublemint!
This is where I am; My mind is in sl


Untitled PoemUntitled -----------------Untitled Poem
I do not feel as though I am the single late bird, not even that one dizzy finch that heard the call of the West over the sweet flowery South- South to the ordinary. South to the crosshatch windows and cross-stitched radio waves.
No room in the sky. No room in the sky. No room for the dizzy bird fleeing winter cold and obedient waves.
No room in the patchwork earth, No room in the emerald lockheed sea, No room in the warrens of angels,
Ghost Rider

DowntownDowntownDowntown
Hey Mister, where are you going?
I am going to kill myself, son.
Why is that mister?
I have no feelings left There is no purpose to go on I only know I have to end my life
But is there no way out?
Perhaps, but I am taking the easy one I have grown old and tired I have no strength left
Isn’t killing yourself an effort?
Don’t concern yourself It will be alright I will simply step off that cliff over yonder
And what happens then?
Then I wi
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"Some things are better left seen and not read.. and some are better left to the imagination." -Van and I
*~"I believe in a madness called love..."~*
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"...And those who were seen dancing were thought insane by those who could not hear the music."- Nietszhe
As for Aerie subs, Thursday the 12 of us met and discussed what should go in. We settled with 22 subs as opposed to last years' 25, BUT!!! We got SO many short fictions, it was great!! So we have about 37 pages with 22 subs, which consist of a few poems, short fiction, -personal essays omg-, and one drama ( I think ). Ain't the same with ya, boy, but it's pretty good this year ^^ 158 total may I add! I think it was 10 more than last year. Not too sure.
Keep in touch. It'd be nice to see you ^^
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"Some things are better left seen and not read.. and some are better left to the imagination." -Van and I
*~"I believe in a madness called love..."~*
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"...And those who were seen dancing were thought insane by those who could not hear the music."- Nietszhe
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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Not until one has hit the bottom can he truly see the path to the top
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Not until one has hit the bottom can he truly see the path to the top
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