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by ~BoardwalkBhikku
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...
by ~BoardwalkBhikku
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
by ~BoardwalkBhikku
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
by ~BoardwalkBhikku
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QuiltsInstructionsQuilts
Quilt: n. (v. Quilting) Quilts are alive.
They are born of tiny stitches, red-pricked fingers,
and woven patches of your best and worse memories.
They exist on beds and in stolen moments.
They feed on skin cells brushed off with a gentle touch,
and carbon dioxide from a baited breath.
To fully utilize a quilt, it must be shared. They do not belong at the top of the closet, folded haphazardly,
or in a plastic tub in the basement.
There, they wither.
Never remove your
by ~SaphiraCat
God is also.God is that kid who weeps daily over his ruined crayons.God is also.
God is that kid who weeps daily upon his empty trampoline.
God is that kid who weeps daily in his empty kitchen.
God is that kid who weeps daily &
by ~Lordofmyths
Cherry Blossomscherry blossoms are beautiful innocent and pink until winter comes and the winds scatter the petals as offerings to the gods on highCherry Blossoms
by ~EbilKiti
SanguinityLavish me languidly with your dangerous machinations, tease my senses and ravage my mind with a myriad of madnesses. Slide me along the sanguine sand on the edge of this sumptuous universe, sending fleeting feelings from obverse to nether, sending fleeting feelings from here to there. When all is said, and when all is done, begin again, as when it first begun.Sanguinity
by ~EbilKiti
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- Current Residence: Margate City, NJ or West Hartford, CT.
- Interests: Poetry, music, movies, crafts, metallurgy, religion, philosophy, and mythology
- Favourite movie: Anything by Stanley Kubrick or Mel Brooks, and quite a few besides
- Favourite band or musician: Too many to count, but mostly Jimmy Buffett
- Favourite genre of music: Rock of most varieties, reggae, calypso, country, jazz, blues NOT R$B, and folk
- Favourite artist: Escher
- Favourite poet or writer: Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, Dr. Suess, and Shel Silverstein.
- Operating System: Mac (Go Silver Surfer!)
- MP3 player of choice: Presently my iPod
- Wallpaper of choice: At the moment, a steampunkish lighthouse
- Skin of choice: Duct tape!
- Favourite game: Braid or Second Life or Fusion Fall
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Favourite cartoon character: Dilbert
- Personal Quote: "Everything in life is a gamble. Every choice we make is a roll of the dice."
- Tools of the Trade: Pen, pocket journal, MacBook Pro, a statue of the Buddha, and the Jersey Shore."
- Website: http://boardwalkbhikku.livejournal.com
- Email: boardwalkbhikku@gmail.com
- AIM: BoardwalkBhikku
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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
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