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I fly too close by jaani-androphile, literature

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I fly too close

If door hinges were acid, where would all-time go- Crumbled stars on tightropes, rope burns, Burns turned gears away, folded up like paper Airplanes, vapor trails leave me breathless from before. Crumbling wheels, wherever they may bind the soul, I cannot lock these melting doors at the doorstep Of supernovas, I fly too close. You need these flower tears, petals, fertile fruit, And yet those gears are turning, artificial, sickly-sweet, Sweetly boiling – my lungs are filling to the brim, Can you escape this endless pirouette – ballerina with A broken neck, at the core of our lonesome star, Blooming, beautiful? I fly too close.

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wasp-waisted beauty pray into my collarbone let your snake tongue slither with the syllables. i wish for soft-chested nights, and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass. poppy-lips, lull me to sleep, nurse my coiling tongue with yours; tap my scalp like a silent drum, and wind my hair in between your fingers like broken guitar strings. (serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)

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He wished for curtains, so that he could swing them closed like eyelids with tassel lashes, to keep the moonlight from invading his sleep-seduced body. (Crouched, head buried into knees, hands in weakened prayer.) They would frame the sunlit glass, (when the sun awoke, arms outstretched, translucent fingers that stroked clouds) with the silhouette of the city, faint and far, peering into the room, and the hand-print of a lover smudged into the color. If the curtains parted, he would glance down, and see the scratches the ladder left on the windowsill. Instead the tassels were made of rusted iron, and the glass was tinted black.

swimming, not a strength by jaani-androphile, literature

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swimming, not a strength

would he pull a maiden's hands, white, adorned with veins and cooling blood from swamps and running rivers had he been Poseidon's son? perhaps his grip would run through her fingers and escape like eels into her lungs, coiling like wet string dipped into mucus, and sleeping to the breaths, which ran faster than Atlanta, firm breasted, and golden-haired tangled in a rose-bed Poseidon laid to grow absorbing sunshine curls of a maiden plunged below.

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Hearing Test

whirring helicopters are the hammers twirling in my temples, and in the trenches of my brain soldiers march in heavy boots. they squeeze the spongy soil; blood seeps out like groundwater. if i were the earth, i'd wail with the songbirds, and caves would howl as tornadoes whistle into them. ammunition would rust in puddles, and gunpowder would be sprinkled in tea. in a japanese cherry-blossom garden, kimonos would be hung out to dry, and a b-29 would chime with the silver spoons dropped on the china helmets litter the streets, and medals cling onto trees in december, children croaked carols; crouched underneath rubble, knocking on horizontal

if luxury was rain and poured onto us by jaani-androphile, literature

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if luxury was rain and poured onto us

he sang with a chorus of a child's cries as if they connected stars into dotted pictures that broke the fall of andromeda, when perseus' winged-sandals wouldn't fit. he shared hera's milk with hercules, and painted the milky way. with bristled-fingers, he stroked the vacuum and threw molecules together as if they were a sari strewn on the floor at the foot of a charpoy, and he and hera were thrown in between the sheets, halos on her breasts, and Saint stripped from her, if saintliness was pale and made love in a humble room in the googolplex of luxury. (luxury is a saint) he would whisper, and among the grunts and gasps, it crept into t

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jaani-androphile

Dec 5, 2013

Another DD?

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I absolutely cannot believe it, it's a wonderful and amazing feeling and I am so happy! Thank you so much for the feature. c:

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jaani-androphile

Oct 22, 2013

Literary Movement Form

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Membership Form 1. When did you first start writing? At around 9 or so years old. 2. Why do you write? There is no particular reason other than that I simply enjoy it. It's not very deep. 3. What specific area would you like to improve in? (i.e. flow, character development, etc.)                Note: You may say in general, but I recommend picking at least one specific area as well. I mostly write free verse poetry, so I would like to develop my prose skills a little bit, and it terms of poetry I want to develop my rhythm and stuff in my poetry. 4. Name at least three fandoms you are familiar with. UhHhHhh? is it like My Little Pony o