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No One by PiiKEL, literature

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No One

I hear no one’s voice and fall back in love falling (slipping) again in darkness. (voice arms hands eyes words kisses of no one) no one does not exist. Delicious Darcy (does drugs. impregnates women and leaves them. denies the existence of his creator lures silly girls into his bedroom with feigned interest in their naïve little lives. lies.

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Out Windows by PiiKEL, literature

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Out Windows

Love grows out windows In gardens with gates Rusted and locked shut Forgotten with time. Familiar to your eyes, But never to your heart, Love eludes your daily Experiences as you watch It decay Out windows Behind gates Forgotten. (spring summer fall) Winter Remember once it is brown and dead -- its red petals And green stem growing Before your eyes out windows. (pace walk run) Sprint From the window to The door to the Gate and rattle the Locks as the rust crumbles in your hand. (collapse breathe agonize) Wait Shiver through the winter Lay still as the snow falls Covering your body and Numbing your

Manumission by PiiKEL, literature

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Manumission

The shower A gas chamber Where the steam of my thoughts Rises through the nostrils of my heart. Inebriating to my brain, the fear Makes me dizzy. I bend, I fall, I break – Left like a puddle on the tiles To be mopped up by you, my captors. Should I thank you For keeping me alive this long? Or for giving me life – Only to dangle it before me Always out of reach. (Ring a bell, Pavlov, I'll drool) Or maybe I should be grateful That you sent me here – Under your thumb, serving your purposes I smile, I study, I sit I shrink. (No, I resent you. I frown, I plot, I run.) I won't ask your permission this time To climb t

The Voice in the Mirror by PiiKEL, literature

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The Voice in the Mirror

The Voice of The Face in the Mirror Scrub and Scrub Rinse and Repeat Exfoliate, disintegrate The self you hate to see. Your flabby figure and Shabby skin resemble those Who have long been dead. Oversized, oily, blotchy and red And just look at the size of The zit on your head! Your complexion, My dear, must rip You apart! Its ghostly shade Seems to wash out your heart. Cover up your Simple face! Hide So no one will see. These warm tones are Perfect for who You want to be. Scrub and Scrub Rinse and Repeat Exfoliate, disintegrate The self you hate to see.

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Catch me by PiiKEL, literature

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Catch me

I crave an intimate dance Of our souls intertwined In passionate love making Kisses on the tip of my nose. I demand to be pursued by You. I require poetic songs Full of romantic visions of Us riding away in simplicity, Wrapped in your thoughts, Holding your hand much bigger Than mine lying on the arm rest In your car between our seats as My head leans on your shoulder Closing my eyes, resting my heart In your easy-to-open love while You drive with only one arm Stretched out to the wheel, hair Tousled from the cool fall air Coming through your open Window and kissing my neck.

A Day Dream by PiiKEL, literature

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A Day Dream

It's something Gallant or Something Brave Maybe something Extravagantly Extreme – A daring proposal Of Impracticality. I'll leave the door open (to my heart) tonight, And you'll softly walk Through the halls and Find me. Then you'll Whisper in my sleeping ears, "Come away with me Let's disappear into bliss – That dark abyss we share. We'll go explore what's there. Under stars or trees Anywhere in my arms – That's where you'll see. I know that you love me. Won't you please live The rest of your life Slow dancing with me?" Hand in hand we'll leave Heart first into my day dream.

Coming Clean by PiiKEL, literature

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United States
Deviant for 18 years
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Current Residence: Georgia
Favourite genre of music: a little bit of everything
Favourite cartoon character: Bullwinkle
Personal Quote: "I write because I don't know what I think until I read what I say." -Flannery O'Connor

Favourite Movies

The Princess Bride

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Over The Rhine

Favourite Writers

Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, Pablo Neruda, Barbara Kingsolver, Jane Austen, Flannery O'Connor

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writing, photography, literature

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PiiKEL

Aug 1, 2006

Writer's Block

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I don't get writer's block. On the contrary, what I have is not at all big, black, square, and clunky. It's inconspicuously small, a bit delicate, and perhaps a quiet shade of pink. It is a subtle longing for a familiar feeling. (Writing is partially activity, and mostly feeling  one I crave.) I feel it in the back of my throat, as if I have something brilliant to say (write) back there doing somersaults off my tonsils. White notebook pages used to inspire me to fill them up, or at least doodle something mediocre. As of late, I feel like I do a lot of "writing" and no writing (see http://www.absolutewrite.com/fun/stop.htm). Here's what

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PiiKEL

Apr 18, 2006

Back

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So what has happened: I'm engaged I bought a house I got a wedding dress I have had no time. NONE. Busy time is over now at work though, and now there's nothing much to do again. Hopefully I'll have some time in the near future to update this.

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Feb 1, 2006

Busy

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I am tired of the previous journal. I took my pictures down from my wall but I havent scanned them because I've been busy. I havent posted because I've been busy. I didn't go to the photography group because I signed up for a full load of classes (like I planned not to do this semester) and, well, I've been busy. School has a way of making me hate everything I love. Institutionalizing passion. yuck. I promise I'll post something once I've written and/or scanned anything. It might be after April 15th :sleep: