away and back againCreatively, I'm hitting an oil mine and Im writing almost everyday, though still at my comfortable, slow pace.
And so, alone but in love with the world, I welcome myself back to deviantart.
Kate.
~TweekeerGedink
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Paul's GutPaul lays naked, Inappropriate, on his sticky leather couch. He chooses sleep over the discovery channel and it’s WW1 nostalgia. Paul’s hand finds his penis. He reassures himself that he is male.Paul's Gut
Paul’s gut rises, Heavy, With his slow and gurgling breathing He disrupts the air with his flaring nostrils And their unacceptable snoring Paul’s teeth grind together He chews his tongue in his sleep.
by ~TweekeerGedink
When We Run Out of SpaceThe grass has bled on her thin linen blouseWhen We Run Out of Space
The soil has crept between her toes
He teeth bare themselves, naked and willing,
To the world
Her palms cradle leaves that have fallen from their homes
Petals pour light into her lungs
She feels
B I G
Her skin has caught the sun
And sealed it
Her conversation with the sky goes ignored
Until
Finally
It begins to spit at her
by ~TweekeerGedink
decidedly untitledI am so sickdecidedly untitled
Of his film noir flirtations
His hands in the air, dancing
As if he’s so free
I am so sick
Of his innocent eyes
His faltering smile
Those hands
And I’m sick of his
Singing
His incessant bloody singing
by ~TweekeerGedink
Barbiturate PoetThere are countless songsBarbiturate Poet
And melodies between the wrinkles
Underneath his traveling eyes
His guitar rests silent
A woman flung across his lap
Like all the other women he has sung with before.
The claustrophobic crowd
Drinking tea and oranges
Trusts my poet
And his sexuality
And his isolation
And he gazes down at his yellowing fingers
And the dirt beneath his nails
Smiles gently
At all the beautiful losers
And t
by ~TweekeerGedink
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What If...?The drizzle of precipitate from the skies above calmed his unruly hair. Where once it roamed his scalp, wild and entropic in nature, it now lay down as if to die. Water streamed down channels of brown and black, emerging in droplet form at the tip of clumped strands. The rain was only light, though the clouds overhead would suggest otherwise. It made the evening much darker than the normal summer ambience would have you think; sun and heat absent altogether. The lights on the campus were timer based, and would not be on for another couple of hours. The twilight ambience that ensued felt odd; a liminal space unfamiliar. The walkways thatWhat If...?
by ~Ageotas
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: This shithole cunt(ry). (South Africa)
- Interests: I play drums...and I write...and sometimes I take pictures....and such
- Favourite movie: Trainspotting
- Favourite band or musician: many many many
- Favourite genre of music: Grunge...but i love most things....most things good.
- Favourite artist: Nena Maree
- Favourite poet or writer: Irvine Welsh
- Favourite photographer: No idea yet.
- Operating System: Walter says I have windows.
- Wallpaper of choice: ummm....brown?
- Favourite cartoon character: Danger Mouse's sidekick, Penfold
- Personal Quote: O_o
- Tools of the Trade: anything that'll leave a mark.
- Email: the_spiv@hotmail.com
- MSN: the_spiv@hotmail.com
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