May 2012
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April 2012
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Musing I
Today: time spent trying not to let life happen while I was too busy doing other things!
Somehow, there was, in the back of my mind, the notion that I was certainly in the wrong place and definitely at the wrong time.
There is no replacement for the happy chatter of children eager to share their day, the peal of their keen and quick description; words stumbling over each other to describe...
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Unanswerable
Is each moment like the wind,
laying its warm or icy hands upon each soul before passing through?
Is it there and then gone? Or, is it like an hourglass,
Running a stream of sand, whose quantity is unknown?
If so, how many grains are left until the last?
If every breath is like these falling flecks of gold,
Where do they collect at hour’s end?
Perhaps each leaf of an enchanted...
“Poetry is eternal graffiti written in the heart of everyone.”
– Lawrence Ferlinghetti (via ikilledjackjohnson)
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Nude Patents
Nude Patents
There they stood –
Nude patent three-inch beauties,
Backlit by white fluorescence.
Winking in the retail light;
I thought I was in love.
Bowled over
by their cocktail waitress form
Atop their cocky, creamy stems.
In my throat, glee bobbed up and down
As their cool patent pressed against my palm.
That night, their pale purity
Flushed now and then a...
March 2012
9 posts
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Trial by Fire
Each bite was sharp, as I remember:
Tiny teeth gnawing ferociously, harbouring
the greed that is bred into their instincts.
Their bodies glistened, swollen and bulbous.
I would’ve liked to hold one, struggling,
between thumb and forefinger -
and simply squash.
I imagined the round redness of its bottom
bulging under the pressure of what must seem
like giant pincers - then...
ode to blowd up hope
blue: eleven eyes of yours reflect themselves endlessly, the countless remainder dreamily shut. nature soils herself at the sight of you— strawberry teeth that immaculate smile. as you enter, emaciated skeletons and affable man-whales alike perish instantaneously; the former of desire, the latter, of fulfillment. one soft word incites gathered masses to riot, frightens nearby leviathans,...
Capsule
Where are the caps you’ll press to your skulls,
With their visors as shields from midday laser beam rays?
And the caps you’ll fill in your guns, cool metal to palms,
Open cradle for shells, the capsules of mortality.
Where are the caps you’ll press to plastic
Cylinders of candy capsules, antidote to ailing flesh?
They radiate the call of remedy
To shaking hands,...
February 2011
13 posts
Radiohead - High and Dry
Renga of Solitude
Bereft of feeling;
Emptiness is the hollow,
Tinny echo left
When emotion has
Been replaced. It’s the desert
Of searching; yearning
To be found intact.
It’s the farthest point from home
You will ever know.
ASJ Perera/ 22 February 2011
This poem is a tribute to someone I love...
Tribute
Maisie K of the tenth day -
Your freshness brings the Spring
Even prior to its burgeoning.
In your arms, I played.
For there, God’s spirit wings.
In gaudy, printed cotton shifts,
I revelled in the gowns
Your deft hands found
The time to smock and stitch.
For there, I found my crown.
Those soft, broad straps were made
Like the velvet of your touch,
Slowing me when I...
“The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul set on fire.”
– Ferdinand Foch (via thingssheloves)
Dreams
by secretfox
People I know get really annoyed with me sometimes, and it’s really because I randomly stop and stare somewhere, and seem to never reply to their questions.
I do it so much. I just stop for a second and get lost thinking about how I’d like everything to be, and how different my life will be once I start doing everything myself, independent and free. I won’t have my parents to rely on...
Moth-ball Ground
ASJ Perera/ 6 February 2011
“Write a descriptive scene about snow, avoiding...
yeahwriters: Prompt idea by anysignsoflife
“Write a story from the perspective of an...
yeahwriters: Prompt idea by ceyren
Flick
6:00 a.m.
His podgy fingers snap me into action and a frisson of current shoots up from my belly, through the wires, zig-zagging towards that lovely bulbous orb above me. Its cavity fills with a honey-edged, throbbing, whiteness. ‘Light’ they call it - what an inadequate kenning for something so spectacular.
He readies himself for his day. Jiggling to the sway of his heavy movements, his...
“When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve...”
– Paulo Coelho (via quote-book)
Memories are wonderful!
January 2011
61 posts
ivylively replied to your post: Weedworthy
Aaah i like it :) is this a poem, or just a short paragraph btw? really descriptive work! and it flows really well. i love the metaphors too :]
Thanks! It’s a poem! It’s meant to have a line break every three lines - but I can’t make it work on tumblr without re-typing the post - so I left it as it was because it works as one long...
Weedworthy
A wall colour that strays from being palatable;
Grates against the hollow of pupils;
Its retinal rejection jarring through the brain.
The jarring grip of an infant’s wail;
Bounces off thronging canals;
Its reverberation shaking grey matter against bone.
Could we but remove the weedworthy
From our senses, we’d separate our skulls
To shovel out debris.
Outside, fish, blood and bone...
The Reverse
The lake at Montgomery
Had frozen over overnight.
Beneath its opacity,
Gilt-finned comets dart and dash.
Faces no longer see
The reverse of themselves in these currents.
The scratches of the wind
Graze the pond’s shard-like skin.
Hardened against swipes of frost,
The water waged its thin-skinned defence.
Instead of tickling the lapping water’s edge,
Laughter peals as rocks smash...
ivylively asked: i'd check it but im hxc studying for finals and doing my project
i will do so when i get the chance though! and i LOVE YOUR WRITING. it's amazing. theres definitely not enough talented writers on tumblr!
i will do so when i get the chance though! and i LOVE YOUR WRITING. it's amazing. theres definitely not enough talented writers on tumblr!
The Letter
A stark, minimalist décor in aubergine and burgundy is offset only by a thick, glacial sheepskin rug that covers the vast space between two Bauhaus sofas, armless and charmless in cherry leather - the only link to the traditionalist, who resided in the house. Noguchi occasional tables are graced with giant and eccentric Clarice Cliff teacups and saucers, which hold clusters of jasmines, emitting...
Abstract Nouns
A: The name for the juices that flow
Through my brain; electric impulses
That bring peace.
Q: What is Creativity?
A: They settle the churning belly
And envelop you in a
Synonymous sea of calm.
Q: What is Tranquility?
A: In the end, what is left
Is the raw, the basic,
The uncomplicated , feeling of bliss.
Q: What is Simplicity?
ASJ Perera/ 24 January 2011
Finding the Foil
“Where is it, goddamn it!” - the ferocity in her tone was no less even under cover of whispered tones.
Wrapping her in an oily film of factor 30 coconut cream, an undulating wave of humidity pressed the shoulder straps of her khaki sun dress unmercifully into her pink shoulders. There was a finite window within which she could rummage out the back like this without discovery - and she was...
grace-notes:
radioactiveduckee:
Fergie |...
Vacancy
Sitting amidst bowed heads, the air of the classroom
Is still as a forest in hibernation,
Awaiting its awakening by the noon bell:
No death knell but a peal of delight
Laced with laughter.
Shannon - her pen scribbled words, secret even to herself:
Metaphorical musing, pessimistic personification.
Her baptism of fire in the roaring waves of words
Would never be just poetry.
She has a...
Anonymous asked: do you like butter hmm
Self Doubt
Where does this come from? Where in our genetics? From the ‘fight or flight’ reflex? Perhaps not. From our ability to learn - to watch others attempt and fail and to fear this as our own fate? Have we hampered our own paths to success because we have evolved; honed our instincts to our own detriment? Used our traits against ourselves?
supersymmetryspin asked: Thunk:
Is there more to the truth than just facts?
Is there more to the truth than just facts?
