September 2011
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Sep 29th
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Sep 29th
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“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry...”
– Dead Poets Society (via atomos)
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Home-Dzine - What can you do with an old pallet? →
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aprofoundocean: innocent grins hide not so innocent intentions magma-like passion leaks from every pore trying to melt our skin until we are nothing more than the primal yearning from our souls to become one with each other heart shaped lacerations form across our skin so you know it wasn’t just carnal instinct it was deeper…                softer…                        fuller…...
Sep 22nd
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Listenpoundslb: Looks like it’s going to be a gorgeous...
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“People use drugs, legal and illegal, because their lives are intolerably painful...”
– Wendell Berry, The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays of Wendell Berry (via arreter)
Sep 21st
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Types of Cardiovascular Training - Interval... →
Sep 20th
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If I Could See Without Your Sight: Everybody... →
dead-smart: Everybody writes for a reason. Mary Shelley wrote “Frankenstein” in hopes to find a way to liberate her mind from life’s expectations. She wanted her father, William Godwin, to look at her, and be proud. She copied her mother’s calligraphy, she studied every book her father wrote. She passed…  I think this is true. I write to sort things inside my head out. It has proved...
Sep 19th
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Giant Red Ants
In my head I have the conversation the one that I never get up enough courage to actually have the one where I apologize for my part of our past and where I reach out to you because I love you because I appreciate your part in my past In my made up conversation you reciprocate After so many long years of not having seen one another or one another’s children we sign a peace treaty and we...
Sep 19th
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That we could be friends
We are untrusting You and I We come from a long line of untrusting Blood related people Begun as siblings we slipped cautiously into sisterhood Only to walk away Or Look away from what we did not want to see Ourselves As we are As we are meant to be We are weary You and I Thinking that somehow this blood thing Should be easier, simpler Than it ever has been And the years pass us by As we age...
Sep 19th
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Opposites
My lips move, then stop then begin again with, ‘We have different priorities.’ The words stick in my throat, choke me, betray me as I struggle to hold back the tears and let go, with no luck. In ice cream flavors I am strawberry to his Moose Tracks and when we mix it does not always taste right, but opposites attract, right? Right? Cat Aitken
Sep 19th
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Making my way home
I was crying; not the sobbing, moaning type, but instead the silent, scared kind of tears that slid down my cold red cheeks only to be frozen on my scarf, which your beautiful little head was nuzzling into for warmth. We waited for the bus as the blizzard kept on, the freezing wind biting my cheeks as I did my best to shield you from the cold. After a while I gave up on waiting and began walking...
Sep 19th
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cautionary discretion
sometimes I distract myself, from the gaping, open wound pretending that it does’nt hurt, as if I am some fucking loon and other days as my strength allows I will wash and change the gauze being cautious how I handle it and wrapping it with pause most days I find that healing is something of an art my mind takes hold as it tells me that there is nothing to fear in my heart. Cat Aitken
Sep 19th
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Sometimes I forget the forgiving
There’s a dirty vine that twist around the old house on Danny Drive. Where as youngsters we learned of the hearts we would resurrect and kill; time and time again we do it. Did it. This cycle of forever is not going to change. My heart always runs through my mouth and stands twelve steps ahead. My mind over your matter? It never works. We are a mess of errors and brokenness. Pieces of shrapnel...
Sep 19th
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inwardheartbeats: I love your chaos. With all my feeble heart, I love every ounce of your living. I told you the truth of me, everything. All the catastrophe that you could run from. So I hope that what I have set at your feet is enough to convince you of what I feel. Who I am is here in front of you, for all I am worth. Nothing. Call me again at midnight. Let’s run away, hands in each other’s...
Sep 19th
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what i see
I am thinking to send you away for your good or for mine I want to save you to catch you and if I cannot I want others there to do it for me I cannot help myself but want the best for you that my money can buy these days that is not much But I will sell it all for one year of time for you I will pay for a lifetime if it will help you see I want that magic mirror for you to look into so you can...
Sep 19th
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The Poet Dreamer: Personality traits by month →
dadzwisdom: ———————————-JANUARY—————————————- Easy to talk to, though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision, yet complicated to know. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants…
Sep 16th
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Faithless: Back again still →
mdeeks: There was real pain in his eyes now as intensity thickened and my senses quickened, I was awake fully and listening intently, my ears pricked, how could he be lost? And why me? I had been lost without him since I was eight, since the lady round the corner had killed herself, since I had asked…
Sep 16th
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Landscape Architecture →
skunkpapers: There’s this woman, walks into a bar. Barman says what’ll it be. She says him, and points. Barman serves me on the rocks. She drinks. Makes a quizzical face. Asks for another. There’s this woman, walks into my life. What’ll it be, I say. She circles me cautiously, taking in the odd details of my life, the tweaks, the quirks, the freakish outline. She dips her toes in my waters. We...
Sep 16th
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Pancakes for dinner!
doingtheneedful: I’ve got a big ol’ bucket of unflavored whey protein, and the family’s got a hankering for pancakes. Google has answers, of course, but I’m interested in how you guys like to do it. Talk to me! Tell me your favorite recipes for protein pancakes.  Pumpkin Spice Pancakes. (Jamie Eason) Ingredients: 1 1/2 cups Oat Flour 2 tbsp Splenda, Truvia, or Ideal 1 tbsp Baking...
Sep 16th
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Different Types of Strength Training →
hourglassofhealth:   Periodized Strength Training Basic Strength Training Supersetting 1RM Superslow Strength Training Strength Training Pyramid Functional Strength Training With Kettlebells Interval Strength Training Routines Low Impact Strength Training Online Strength Training
Sep 16th
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dead-smart: I am the Ocean deep, blue, undrinkable.
Sep 15th
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Belief is a test and faith is a fail
mdeeks: I have to keep reminding myself I am not old or Too fragile to hold Though tiredness defines me It cannot blind me or Bind me at slumbers door I will treat sleep as death and run Or maybe embrace I’m done with the race That compels and dispels in equal measure I never will understand Never be equal in hand A life Mostly just too aimless wonder Hopeless wander amongst others thunder
Sep 14th
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Sep 13th
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Knowing So Much about Nothing at All: Maze →
dead-smart: Sometimes you just want to smash those happy faces out of the ads. Twist their mellow curtains around their necks, choke their voices, cut their breath of happiness; swing your fists to crash through the glass mist in which they’re surrounded, only to scream, “HOW CAN YOU BE HAPPY?”. You feel the…
Sep 13th
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