an incandescent stream
flows around your form;
from a distant source,
molten wavelengths trickle
along your textured surfaces,
and outline the curvature
of your precise, delicate architecture.
even if the world were
without light,
if there were no illuminated
stream to paint and splash colour to your canvas,
i think i would still see your beauty,
shining in the infinite darkness.
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Back home from a long trip abroad. Bench dedication!
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» infinite infans: Calmly Lost
Secrets of sadness sit in silence,
Seeping through pores on lonely nights.
Makers of madness mess up my mind,
Marring me from marrow to skin.Time drips slow as thick syrup,
Darkened by sprawling mould and guilt.
I sit and stare and the night stares back,
In vague hope for some resolution.I keep feeding the shadow it’s light,
Falling for love and the worlds dirty tricks.
The silhouette of my childhood has died,
And a monster has taken it’s place.And I just hope to draw the blinds,
Just once, now and hold them forever.
But I can’t pause myself, nor pause time:
The dawns just roll around the parapets.
__Collaboration with constantmaintenance
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virulent-tuber replied to your post: Furniture and Other Miscellanea
Glad you’re back, man.
Thanks, it’s good to be back :D
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» Constant Maintenance: These Walls, Painted Differently
Forced refrains, fragrant
allusions to decaying architecture;
This house is more than a
century old.
What hopes fell in this place,
supple soft rose
petals coming to rest
upon these
walls, though painted
differently;
Would those same hopes,
if felt here today, still
be valid? Would they serve
to inspire? Or
perhaps they have been
tainted, no longer valid by
today’s standards.
And as for my nascent
hopes, how might they
be judged by the
residents that follow
and call this place Home?
I wish I could be here,
I wish I could be there,
here, in this place, now
and for all times past. -
These Walls, Painted Differently
Forced refrains, fragrant
allusions to decaying architecture;
This house is more than a
century old.
What hopes fell in this place,
supple soft rose
petals coming to rest
upon these
walls, though painted
differently;
Would those same hopes,
if felt here today, still
be valid? Would they serve
to inspire? Or
perhaps they have been
tainted, no longer valid by
today’s standards.
And as for my nascent
hopes, how might they
be judged by the
residents that follow
and call this place Home?
I wish I could be here,
I wish I could be there,
here, in this place, now
and for all times past. -
contrarycate replied to your post: Furniture and Other Miscellanea
Mwah, good to see ya! :)
Thanks, good to see you too! I hope someone else has been trying to choke you in my absence.
Wait, that will sound weird if taken out of context.
Oh well.
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manfrommontreal replied to your post: Furniture and Other Miscellanea
Why aren’t you a cheeky monkey - Chrome extension and all! But I too missed your writing… so get to it yes?
My cheekiness is world-renowned!! Thanks for your kind words, it’s good to be back - kind of want to consume ALL THE POEMS/PROSE
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Furniture and Other Miscellanea
Hellooooooooooooooo
I HAVE MISSED YOU ALL. EVEN YOU, YEAH YOU. THE REALLY STINKY ONE(s).
It’s been a long time I know, but I have a few hours free to engage here, so it’s time to catch up. Prepare for a flurry of likes in your directions…mwahahaha!
I hope you have all been well. What have I been doing? Well, there’s always work, then moving house, then more work and why oh why are days only 24 hours in length that’s nowhere near enough to get everything done and then suddenly I run out of furniture—-
(deep breath)
So yeah, all of that has been going on. Things are starting to settle down here, but the Maintenance Hive-Mind will be doing a flying visit to the United State of Americans next week, so that will again interrupt attempts to get back here and just engage.
One last thing I guess I should mention is that some of my time over the past few months has been devoted to making a Chrome extension that I finally managed to finish this weekend. Basically, when I started to get a large number of followers on here (I’m talking >500), I found I couldn’t keep up with everyone who I was following, and who was following me. I was following too many people, and I had to really work hard and scroll through a lot of pages to find posts by the people who I spoke to personally most often. I was finding the Tumblr interface for going through who you follow, and who follows you, kinda not suited to what I wanted, so, being a picky bastard, I made my own interface for keeping up with people.
The extension is called Horizon Scanner and it basically lets you create lists of your favourite blogs - and not just Tumblr ones, Twitter ones and other RSS feeds too (I know, I got carried away) - and it notifies you when they have been updated. When doing tests prior to release, I found it was really helpful for keeping up-to-date with the people I wanted to stay in contact with the most, and not lose track of them.
Anyway, time for me to now catch up on your posts and lives and drama and gossip…much love to all of you who download the extension and give it a test, even more love to those of you who don’t, or don’t even get to this far down in this growing wall of text ahhh it’s so long I think it might topple and crash down upon me and furniture.
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» stem cells
i wanted to be a
writer
i was going to set the world ablaze
with daring prose and
pernicious poetry.
but i went for a safer
route; too (afraid) to embrace the
fear of failure, i held on
for a hurtling grown-upped career
instead.
and i can in no ways
complain;
things are going well,
indeed. the money comes
in and progress is
made is manufactured and
packaged for cvs and promotional
review committees and incremental
pay rises.
in the background,
i have kept working, starting more novels
and stories than i can
remember; all the names, places and
characters
are threadbare devices gathering
dust.
(i still love them as if they were my children)
and i find it weird how i refer to
people—adults, even—in their early
twenties who work for me
as “”“”“kids”“”“”. i
mean,
i can remember my 21st birthday
like it was
yesterday.
but it wasn’t.
and maybe i’m just the dimming ember
of a dying cigarette that yearns to
go back to the time where it could
have been an inferno, but
i guess what I’m trying to say is
whoever you might be, and
whatever endeavours you might be
pursuing, all i can do is
wish you
the best
of luck. -
"I’d love to get published and be a millionaire, super cool author, but I’d rather just write stuff that’s real and see what happens."Archaic Youth, about me page - made me smile!
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archaicyouth answered your question: Conundrum
If you fake your own birthday, your real friends should know it’s fake?
oh, good attention to detail. I like this. I think my phrasing was based on the notion that I wouldn’t know when anyone’s birthday is if it weren’t for facebook telling me. Or them telling me and asking me to go drinking with them…
oh and also online friends. who could be ANYBODY, even someone totally normal! :p
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Conundrum
If you are keen to for some attention, and maybe want to find out who your real friends are, is it better to fake your own birthday or fake your own death?
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Hello, I hope your having a pleasant day may I ask as to what your actual job is? Kind RegardsAnonymous
Howdy, yes today has been good thanks! I work doing science-y stuff at a university. It’s fun :) I’d be keen to know what you do… but you’re anon, so feel free to introduce yourself properly. Many others around these parts can vouch for the fact that I’m not evil.
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stem cells
i wanted to be a
writer
i was going to set the world ablaze
with daring prose and
pernicious poetry.
but i went for a safer
route; too (afraid) to embrace the
fear of failure, i held on
for a hurtling grown-upped career
instead.
and i can in no ways
complain;
things are going well,
indeed. the money comes
in and progress is
made is manufactured and
packaged for cvs and promotional
review committees and incremental
pay rises.
in the background,
i have kept working, starting more novels
and stories than i can
remember; all the names, places and
characters
are threadbare devices gathering
dust.
(i still love them as if they were my children)
and i find it weird how i refer to
people—adults, even—in their early
twenties who work for me
as “”“”“kids”“”“”. i
mean,
i can remember my 21st birthday
like it was
yesterday.
but it wasn’t.
and maybe i’m just the dimming ember
of a dying cigarette that yearns to
go back to the time where it could
have been an inferno, but
i guess what I’m trying to say is
whoever you might be, and
whatever endeavours you might be
pursuing, all i can do is
wish you
the best
of luck.
