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Comfort for the undomesticated by adimus, literature

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Comfort for the undomesticated

This is where we left off, Our hands full of different excuses: Why this shouldn't happen How we should never again meet like This. This is where we began: A room, light and cheap Our poet-lips open, softly glistening Our poet-tongues flicking, ready. This is where you first told me My lips looked like ink on paper While I wondered if all pink Complimented your tan As did Your mouth. This is where we return, Ha

Exhalation of flesh by adimus, literature

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Exhalation of flesh

You are tremendous you beautiful thing, a knowing hand and eye formed this body, the way muscle shifts under skin here, to compliment the way your arm moves across, just there, to gesture to me, nearer. My hands are jealous of yours, And all the places they have touched. You laugh at me - dream minded Your lips full and curved, as if you planned them. The distractions of your limbs forearms - thighs - calves Muscles chest, wa

Untitled 1 by adimus, literature

A victimless crime by adimus, literature

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A victimless crime

I am all ribbon and Mary Janes, White socks and dark ringlets. My eyes meet the mid-distance, Inscrutable and reticent, Like the deep dark of your eyes, In rare meeting of mine As you said my eyelashes seemed surreal - The thick black fringe, the dark eye-frame. They reminded you of a doll's The porcelain kind, the ones In cabinets and on high shelves, The kind you are not allowed to touch. But as a breakable doll I

Ali-Tale' - Two scenes. by adimus, literature

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Ali-Tale' - Two scenes.

-A- "Baby, what did you do? I hear... the siren song singing in the distance, fire police rescue, coming closer... Talé, what have you done?" I turned to her then, as I had been speaking to the vivid yellow-and-pink reflection she cast in the stove's little glass window. She shrugged, picking apart the stitches in the tablecloth. "They aren't really coming this way. Don't let this turn into another of your paranoid delusions." She patted her knee, forcing a smile. I raised my hands. Up. "I've just spent the last three hours sitting sick. You think I want that again?" My voice was getting hard to control - firs

take without keeping by adimus, literature

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take without keeping

but you were always like that, empty hands out, and pockets full you took to me like a l i t t l e b o y reclaiming lost property (on a red metal heart, in carved silver letters, it's how you found me my name is kelli if found please return to) you didn't work for this - it was given to you and you were like this, against sheets, hands empty and intentions full you took what was yours, you said the tickets, they were paid for you took just as much from me as you gave to me in frust

To Love a Revolutionary by adimus, literature

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To Love a Revolutionary

I've waited here for you Here in this room of me and you Waiting for word to come back from you, Waiting for a little revolution I need a little revolution So bring me your revolution Destroy this peace I've fallen in. Bring down your drums and bayonets, Your waving signs and screaming, Your fiery rebels and anarchists, There is no place for dignity Bring down the fucking barricades. And whe

Pace by adimus, literature

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Pace

She is the dying kind She twists, cracking spine and Pulling muscle back into L the places o she most wants it. s She's the endangered kind, t in her own reflection n o i t c. .e l f e. .r Courting the girl l r i g. .e h t. .g n i t. .r u o C she sees there e r e. .h t s. .e e s e. .h s ...Missing the one

Full of Sound and Fury - by adimus, literature

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Full of Sound and Fury -

Things are frustrating lately. Everyone seems to let me down, to fall dramatically short of what I silently expect. Maybe, yes. Maybe my standards are unreasonably high. But I don't think so. I don't think I'm asking so much. I once told myself and others that I didn't have expectations. Sometimes I still catch myself thinking that way. But having no expectations is how I ended up playing mommy to the boys I was having sex with. It's how I found every codependent person in my immediate life and dated them. It's how I found myself telling people who hit me, or kissed me without emotion, or who lived far enough away to not manage to stay in lo

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Comfort for the undomesticated by adimus, literature

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Comfort for the undomesticated

Exhalation of flesh by adimus, literature

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Exhalation of flesh

Untitled 1 by adimus, literature

A victimless crime by adimus, literature

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A victimless crime

Ali-Tale' - Two scenes. by adimus, literature

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Ali-Tale' - Two scenes.

take without keeping by adimus, literature

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take without keeping

To Love a Revolutionary by adimus, literature

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To Love a Revolutionary

Pace by adimus, literature

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Pace

Full of Sound and Fury - by adimus, literature

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Full of Sound and Fury -

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Rosaline Forgotten by nonamepsalmist, literature

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Rosaline Forgotten

It is difficult to switch subject matters (because the verb must agree in number). The task is to stop the murmuring about the yellow heretic (the late pilgrim), and the of-god thing defiled. I dropped weapon-surprise bombs on civilians, I know. Conversation pieces on coffee tables in living rooms are not distracting the judging council or their small, retarded bodies. These rooms are alive with regret and 12-hour lapses in two-minute judgments on four-letter im pulses. Whole ecosystems are familiar now with

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adimus

Oct 24, 2012

Devious Journal Entry

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Is anyone still out there? 10 years... wow. I miss people. So, really.. anyone?

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adimus

Jan 21, 2009

To those of you who liked my writing...

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I'm still doing it: http://captivatingstray.deviantart.com/ For those who liked my photography more, well... we'll see.  I guess it will stay here.  I want to see if I can hack it out by writing alone. Do let me know how you are, though.

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Nov 29, 2008

I don't think anyone is out there anymore.

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Okay, so... I'm not around much anymore, really.  Maybe eventually I will start uploading things again, but this place has lost its charm, and I don't really talk to.. anyone?  Anymore.  My life has been uprooted almost completely... everything has changed except my occupation.  I've moved out.. with someone.  I'm in classes, hardcore, and am otherwise extremely busy at all times. I'm writing again, and a lot, too.  That's the only reason I might eventually come back here... there are so many photographs and stories and poems that haven't been put up at all.  I don't think there are many people left to care about them though... just Logen, a