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The Poetry of Statistics.The Poetry of Statistics
Scrawlings; dry and chalk. This intestinal longing to derive
an equation for virility. For attraction even the Platonic yearns for completion and consummation, the Socratic curse this life of contemplation. Balance both sides like fulcrum or lever or see-saw. Down to the numbers for which we were born.
by ~mcivercork
move to the countrynext year I shall move to the country and live in a run-down mansion and try to write a novel and I shall become a fixturemove to the country
of the town where there are gum-machines and soda-streams in the milk-bar on the corner of the ever-wide main street
but I want to be alone to walk home and sit in silence while all the while I think about you
constantly and consistently because I think
that you're angry and I want you to hate me
by ~mcivercork
Black and White PhotographyThe differences twixt you and me Is black and white photography The shadows, contrast, depth and tone it's flesh of flesh and bone of bones a rusty skeleton of boat on the foreshore where I walk but if I was adrift and lost I'd smash myself upon your shore. So please don't ask, I shan't remember that my May is your November But drive through fields of daffodils up to the castle on the hill climb upon the battlements and see the meadows bared and still.Black and White Photography
by ~mcivercork
Dreary GreyDreary GreyDreary Grey
you spend your holidays in libraries half an hour across the city with a bunch of quarters in your pocket the breath of gum upon your breath and politics you take so seriously as to smile instead of gritting reading books and cursing Lenin who drove you from your family farm
and trees are planted in your county so you can sleep easy at night replacing pages you are turning growing stages for your fairytales Oblivious to the notion that your words are painting patterns blotches, blurs, spots and splatters colouring the drea
by ~mcivercork
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Sketch of a girl as CorkOh lovely maiden, Spiteful girl! Why not? How so? (you rock my world) I saw you standing by the fence Your absent gaze was recompense for seven hearts on seven days and deep within your darkened ways I saw myself Reflected poorly This is my eternal story.Sketch of a girl as Cork
by ~NYFjoel
Wonder Of The NightWonder Of The NightWonder Of The Night
Possum, oh possum of wandering fame
Abstruseness life-form of the night. Pitter-patter-pitter scratch scratch scratch I rollick in your merriment
Agrarian existence is your game Unbridled majesty and frivolous temper Oh, how I wonder what you are Footman of the night.
Teach me, I yearn to be your apprentice Longing for answers and awaiting return Sleep, sleep, sleep I forbid of me Studiously I ponder your every advance
Where for art thou messiah of the night Pitter-patter-pitter scratch scratch scratch Oh
by ~littlejoe
The TampaThe TampaThe Tampa
There was a time when i was young when children played with joy they sung
\"skip skip skip with me hop hop hop and see jump jump jump with glee our land is girt by sea\"
today our leaders fuss and get tempers over little things of boats and Tampa\'s
So i would like to say to them calm down
and get some REM
by ~littlejoe
48 Hour Day48 hour day48 Hour Day
Right when my day begins
my destination is to sleep again. And I try,
during the slow hours of my day,
to remember the adventures of my nights. But the dreams
are as elusive as the rest they lay within,
Sometimes my desk reminds me of a bed and I think about resting my head on it to see if that’s what it really is. I don’t think my dreams would escape me here, I have no window for them to fly out.
I spend my 48 hour day thinking about my 4 hour night. And then, at the end of the day wh
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- Current Residence: Sydney
- Interests: Psychology-Music-Poetry-Drinking Water
- Favourite movie: Royal Tenenbaums-Election-Ferris Buler
- Favourite band or musician: Ben Folds, McivercorK, Mary Beth
- Favourite genre of music: Singer/Songwriter-Hip Hop- Pop
- Favourite artist: Escher
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i just wanted to say hi.
i might actually try posting again soon.
its been awhile...
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"poetry is emotional scalpels"
I have produced a new piece that i think you should take a look at.
Thanks for your encouragement.
Mark (Littlejoe)
Hope you continue writing poetry forever!
you poetry is beautiful!
inspirational!
[link] I don't really know about the relevance of it...
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