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"I will mess you up. You are coat. I will wear you out. When we touch it is salt that leaves. We..."

Sun, 22 Apr 2012 12:33:12 +0100

“

I will mess you up. You are coat.
I will wear you out.

When we touch
it is salt that leaves.

We cannot live without salt.
We are not living if we don’t burn it away
to find more.

Oh, furious love,
I can still hear you.

And when you are still
I can hear you more.

”

- Switchblade Mermaid

"How do I feel about you? My answer: snoring, luxury dreaming, running from cliffs and..."

Sat, 21 Apr 2012 12:31:10 +0100

“

How do I feel about you?
My answer: snoring, luxury dreaming, running from cliffs and bouncing,
naked in school and unlearning your legs into winglets,
chasing the devil and choking him out,
the Emerald City, the heartless, the unbrave,
the small, the brain-dead, witches and all,
welcoming us as royalty.

I love you in sleep.

All your records are in the wrong jackets.

”

- Banana Mandible

"You can send someone compassion in First-Class Mail and if they can’t accept it or wear it..."

Fri, 20 Apr 2012 11:55:01 +0100

“

You can send someone compassion
in First-Class Mail
and if they can’t accept it
or wear it like perfect pajamas,
it will return to you
and sit on your porch all beaten up.

If your affection grows in turbine gusts,
it will not meet them, it will pass through them like zephyr,
the hole will be tundra. You will be a piece of snow in it.

”

- Beauty Mark of the Beast at Mach Six

"I used to tell people poetry is hidden in everything. It isn’t hiding. It is waiting, just..."

Thu, 19 Apr 2012 12:24:29 +0100

“I used to tell people poetry is hidden in everything. It isn’t hiding.
It is waiting, just waiting for someone to call it on a Thursday night,
or ask it over for chili, or hold it tightly until it catches its breath”

- Full Metal Necklaces

"I miss all your smells. I ponder what they really are cause they aren’t impossible saffron, or..."

Wed, 18 Apr 2012 23:11:41 +0100

“

I miss all your smells.
I ponder what they really are
cause they aren’t impossible saffron, or new lemons, or cinnamon sex mix.

It could just be soap. I miss your soap.
I can’t name it. Why do tears come?

I believe I am happy
and don’t
know what to do with it.

I’ll let it all slide down my face
and drop onto my tongue.
I sing the words:
How will I ever go back from here?

”

- Joy In Places Without You

loverofstories: Derrick Brown, ‘Ringlets’

Sat, 31 Mar 2012 00:32:16 +0100

loverofstories:

Derrick Brown, ‘Ringlets’

inkthegoldfish: Here is the story of a man with strange...

Mon, 26 Mar 2012 21:29:36 +0100

inkthegoldfish:

Here is the story of a man with strange light

and tiny blisses.

A story of wild me

lost among wild you.

"It’s good to look a dream in the eyeball and not look away. It’s good to have a voice..."

Sun, 25 Mar 2012 22:24:44 +0100

“It’s good to look a dream in the eyeball and not look away.
It’s good to have a voice that can speak the language of resuscitation.
It’s good to be beat down like the sun to prove you can burn and rise.”

- To the Lightning Teachers

"I don’t believe what you say but I appreciate your tone."

Tue, 20 Mar 2012 00:08:24 +0000

“I don’t believe what you say
but
I appreciate your tone.”

- DERRICK BROWN, “Valentine’s Day in Dresden” (via sammyclay)

"I told you your kiss made me feel like Winston Churchill and you said- powerful? and I said- drunk."

Tue, 06 Mar 2012 10:00:06 +0000

“I told you your kiss made me feel like Winston Churchill
and you said- powerful?
and I said- drunk.”

- Aquanaut

"I couldn’t convince this lover that someday, I needed to stand on my own. So it ended ugly and they..."

Tue, 06 Mar 2012 01:06:06 +0000

“I couldn’t convince this lover that someday,
I needed to stand on my own.
So it ended ugly
and they rolled out of my life forever.”

- Derrick Brown, ‘Woman Sleeping In A Room Full of Hummingbirds’ (via loverofstories)

"A regular, a drunkard, turns from the bar staggering toward the staring group of college..."

Sat, 03 Mar 2012 12:30:06 +0000

“A regular, a drunkard, turns from the bar
staggering toward the staring group of college girls,
”I have my reasons,” he says.
The girls just stared at each other
and their eyes were beautifully misled.
I knew that what he said
would be a great thing to say
before
blowing your brains out
on national television.”

- The Regular

"So what’s the dish? What do we do about your problem, Derrique? What do you mean? Two words...."

Fri, 02 Mar 2012 12:30:05 +0000

“

So what’s the dish? What do we do about your problem, Derrique?

What do you mean?

Two words. You Wallow.

I Hello?

No, you boob urchin. Wallow. You wallow in your darkness. You cover yourself in it like a sand shark, lazy in the mire of the ocean floor.
What is the good of this?

I can’t fake happiness. Happiness and pure joy are for people who can dance sober and babies with banana gas.

The darkness is quiet sure comfort. The darkness is Alone, is safe, is what I know. I go on and I’m fine.

If we go on the way we have, the fault is our greed and if we are not willing to change, we will disappear from the face of the globe, to be replaced by the insect.

But I wasn’t born for that. I wasn’t born into that.
I am a sudden flash, a soft shaking and blindfolded logic.

If we were logical, the future would be bleak, indeed. But we are more than logical. We are the magic ghosts called human beings, and we have faith, and we have hope, and we can work. You should write down your sorrow. All of it. Fill the dead sea. Leave it behind. Don’t wait for it come up floating.
When one man, for whatever reason, has the opportunity to lead an extraordinary life, he has no right to keep it to himself.

Derrique
You are a line in a short poem. You must be predatory for the neck of love.
Stop fooling yourself that you are just dirt. So many things can burn, the nitrogen and phosperous. So much of you can sooth, this is why you are also water. Don’t hide.

It is not that you must refrain from hiding in the black, but you make the darkness meaningless without the other half. For the light, we must search. You must explore what this consciousness is, hands out in front of you. Hands wide in front of you. Now is good.

”

- Le Monde Du Silence

"I know now I wasted much of my young life putting up a wooden fence around the volcano."

Thu, 01 Mar 2012 12:30:05 +0000

“I know now I wasted much of my young life
putting up a wooden fence
around the volcano.”

- Stray Lightning

paperboatsandaeroplanes: Derrick C. Brown

Thu, 01 Mar 2012 00:25:01 +0000

paperboatsandaeroplanes:

Derrick C. Brown

"Consider the battered piñata. They may beat you to bits, but there’s still some good candy..."

Wed, 29 Feb 2012 23:18:59 +0000

“Consider the battered piñata.
They may beat you to bits, but there’s still some good candy inside.
You just got to shake it around.”

- The Last Weatherman

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Mon, 20 Feb 2012 01:36:24 +0000

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Mon, 20 Feb 2012 01:29:13 +0000

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"After the soft coals of sleep the scratching at my bedroom door returns and the noise clings to the..."

Sat, 04 Feb 2012 22:54:00 +0000

“

After the soft coals of sleep
the scratching at my bedroom door returns
and the noise
clings to the head like pools of blackstrap molasses,
raff-raff-straff- through my swampy pillows.

I used to see boars out my window.
Now the old, familiar Wolf-Fox of Sorrow,
Brimstone sifting through his smoking teeth,
blood in paws, low crawl in the grass,
he has come.

To crawl back inside me and weave himself in.
To chew out my insides and sew himself in.
The terrible sewing.

I woke up yesterday morning and
wanted to blow my brains out,
with a shotgun.
Two shells to blow my brains on the most beautiful wall—
the cleanest wall — a pool of milk waiting at the base—
the starkest white: eggshell or matte.

Spinning while exploding.
The mad spin. Walls catching me. Pink pink pink.
This so you can see what the Wolf-Fox has done
to me, has become to me.

I am fine with being the last of my name.

When I awake in our bed, hungry for these exit songs,
there is dust splitting the light.
There is that gaudy sky, all roofs on the ground,
and there are no walls for miles.

There is only rubble, settling dust, and a breeze.

You are standing there above me
with sledgehammer…exhausted.

Exhausted. Your shirt, a creek of sweat.
Your chest shining like a Colt Peacemaker.

Your voice is cashmere and rescue.

You say,
“My dear, true love is labor.
I will not learn how to love the dead.
No walls, no go.

There is nowhere to hang a calendar.
There is nowhere for clocks.

My love is for the living.

”

- No Walls, No Go

"You are silent with your head to his breast searching for the heartbeat. You hear something spinning..."

Sat, 04 Feb 2012 22:14:00 +0000

“You are silent with your head to his breast
searching for the heartbeat.
You hear something spinning in his torso
You hear horses wandering
A double feature of Black Beauty with Black Stallion.
Yes the book onscreen, and the text scrolls for hours
and you tell him that he carries you
and that your love is a private novel
others will not be able to turn into a movie.”

- The Declaration of Interdependence