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[21 Aug 2006|11:28pm]

veiledbeloved
I'm new here, so let me know it this is against the rules or something, but this is the beginning of a piece I'm working on.  I plan for it to start sort of standard-issue romance before becoming...I guess a political thriller. 

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Jamie Voo... [01 Dec 2004|11:43am]

jamie_voo
...is on loop.

jamie_voo
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seen this? [12 Aug 2004|12:44pm]
jetlager
any wannabe mystery writers out there? this is supposedly a New York private detective is keeping a blog of his cases ... suposedly. not sure if it's real or not, but it's really entertaining: http://privatedick.blogpost.com (LJ feed here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/private_dick/)
-Jet
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drunk-poem [24 Jan 2004|08:59am]

monsoonrain
[ mood | mmmwhocaneverknow ]

the ordnace of time resides within
shhh! sleeping child...
im scared of them creep-curling up against my heart's soft hide
scared they'll explode it from the inside

i wrote this tiny-ditty when i was wasted out of my mind...and the next morning i found it written...on the bottom of my foot??? how bizarro is that one....

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sososowhat=SOS!SOS!SOS! [13 Jan 2004|09:56am]

monsoonrain
[ mood | heartbroken ]

and you asked me this question..filled it up with another volcanic suggestion..
and i was always confused by that line in that beautiful song
"yeah..i love you so what"
and i shouldnt go reading diaries to torture myself
"everyones single! bwahahaha!"
yes i shouldnt dance like ultimatum
i sholdnt be this impulse
why cant i just tell myself...i never should have kissed you that night
why question existance. why not just know that i loved.....and that light will filter out the midnight of my brain...
but to know that you never loved....
cant eat cant sleep
to know that you never cared..the way i did
i gave you my heart beating rapidly
on fire
FUCK MATCHBOX HOUSES
except i still cry...gasoline tears....
of wonderment
at how you could ask me this question
full knowing your volcanic suggestion
cause i was always confused by that line in that beautiful song
"yeah...i love you....so what"

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bit of an AM ramble. [10 Jan 2004|12:35am]

monsoonrain
[ mood | oh man. who knows ]

snow angels dovening down hill...
and i want to tell you. all the birds in this place. were poems in past lives. i want to tell you. i acknowledge that if time lost its apathy we would all be late. but i look into your eyes. and amnesiac overcomes me like a drug. this "bizarro" paranoia at 12:21AM....this craving for you....i never want to crave-at-you...i just want to crave-you...breathing-you-me...shake-rocking-you-me
this tender-jigsaw-puzzle-sob-relief(you-me)...i remember, the tempt of your lips. that first night. i remember that TEMPT...that alives me still....i remember the massacre of second-third----thought....i remember i became a raging impulse. less so part of this human world because of it. emerson would have called it "the aboriginal self"....my lacadaisacal highway system of ventricals drip----drip---dripping..the gut of me. i am a ship-wreck. disentigrating into sea-foam. mermaid's tears swallowed bodily...i aint no pink-satin.....cinderellajeans and i am a dancing disaster....i dont have to be dared to dance like an ultimatum...limbs free and gravity stops feigning steady existance....tell'er we're all unstable fuckos....give a little...we'll fall into the center of the universe..smiling faces cry while falling into themselves...and my love. my love. my love. i want to seep into your pores...until you can barely stand it...writhing avalanche.....snow angels dovening down hill....

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I'm new [08 Jan 2004|03:26pm]

bring_back_food
[ mood | creative ]

I stumbled across this because we share "Microsoft Word" as an interest, and well previously I was the only person on LJ to have it as an interest. So the 21 other folks...well...o well. I had to join because I live close to Boston.

I never write poetry, but I like this.


C H A O SCollapse )

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donno how good this is gonna be....fuck disclaimers i know....its a damn....bleh [03 Jan 2004|11:45pm]

monsoonrain
[ mood | i-i-i---- ]

ramble-bit of prose/poem just to keep me alive

tonight i felt the velocity of that one minute that lasted forever
the nervous chatter inside my voice box
slicing through the open air's seeming grimace
and i struggle to remember this
knowing that this forget stumbles through
everything is real until you
or
nothing is real until you
and i said so much while saying nothing at all
and i could feel my gut gasping for breathe in the midst of this nervous-chatter until we were
moving in a forgotten motion
half fluid with jagged edges
no tiptoe of tongues
this was sudden discoverer magnifying certain features
feeling for you with my inner
discover-eye to eye//mouth to mouth...(teeth to teeth)
VIVE! and alive and
kissing my imperfections
city-landscapes sigh and heave
the hudson river wails like a banshee
undress me garbage by the river
undress this neon shroud
and discover scars of stardust
and monsoon rain

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[03 Jan 2004|06:36pm]

rozencrantz
[ mood | quixotic ]

(x posted several places)

I am starting a project which I would like everyone's help on. All you have to do is write a short review of a hypothetical book, and then edit it as many or as few times as you like.

The concept is a colaborative book called "Reviews of This Book," and the way it would work is that people would write reviews of a hypothetical book of this title, and then the reviews would be compiled, and the reviewers would submit changes to their reviews. As long as nobody quoted the individual reviews, instead commenting only on their impression of the book as a whole and mentioning which reviews were well written etc, they should settle down eventually enough to be published. I don't know how many reviews it would take, but I'm ready to try it.

The rules:
* Reviews should be at least somewhat in depth, although jacket blurbs are acceptable
* References to specific articles should be general enough to not need to be scrapped if the article changes
* Try not to be too derogatory, constructive criticism is encouraged
* Do not quote an article unless you have the author's guarantee that the quote will not change
* If you promise not to change something, don't change it
* Taking things out of context is what reviewing is all about
* Crazy meta speak and interesting writing styles are encouraged
* I, Rozencrantz the Sane, am soul judge and arbiter of that which is right. I also get to edit all submissions
* If you do not submit a review, be willing to feel my wrath

You may send reviews to rozencrantz@ livejournal.com (remove the space) or as a comment to this post. I will be collecting the reviews at http://geocities.com/lmtbl/reviews and they will be stored by LJ name. If you want a different alias, just tell me along with your review.

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if you have that song...put it on...tis yummy [25 Dec 2003|12:00pm]

monsoonrain
[ mood | mmmm? ]

flooding my heart with the rain-song
dance of raw
in the voice of us
rattle-dance of billie holdiday's voice
like wind trapped in cage of rib-cage
half begging to escape
all the while clinging to the
cling-to//cling-to//cling-to
and with the masquerade ball coming up soon-fear had tried to mold itself into a mask to be worn
by a girl whose extremes drove her an inch and a half away from cliff-marked-----"insanity off this way"
words on the edge of this cliff....worn down to their rough torn-teddy bear edges equalling childhood personified
words spoken-too soon on the edge of this cliff
were how i am self-described...those insomniac nights
whispering in the dark
words too-small...too-large...far-too-intense to hold their own meanings...
come what may..they say....que sera sera...with a figure in a trench coat smoking a long black cigar
but i want in this morning...to ride against this
swim against the current until i get to the place
where your waiting
unsure,,,,but with open arms
and the skies break open with a kiss
in the style of that aforementioned "film-noir"
flooding my heart with the rain-song
dance of raw
in the voice of us
rattle-dance of billie holdiday's voice
like wind trapped in cage of rib-cage
half begging to escape
all the while clinging to the
cling-to//cling-to//cling-to

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er... [23 Dec 2003|06:35pm]
rockstardiva_

no one comments on anyone's posts!
that needs to change

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oh man.im a cheesy mofo [23 Dec 2003|09:49am]

monsoonrain
[ mood | craving craving ]

my heart keeps writing ransom notes to myself
calculating possibilites like a goddamn machine-undefined-undefined
and im missing you like madness...and the ache realizes itself the way apathy puts cigarettes out on her arms in attempt to feel
and this ache...resounds in the cavernous halls of itself screaming/howling/blasting/bending/breaking/grinding/
wheezing....crashing/churning/burning
upend me-----arrive me...
because i crave you with the salt of me
meaning
i crave you
with the splashing my eyes with salt-sea-air
meaning
wipe away your tears
id wipe away your tears
because i crave you-like the ocean craves itself
i crave you...like the roots of existence
yes, i crave your eyes and the way they magnetize
the sooth-FIRE in the guitar song...my father played for me when i was four-years-old...when i cried because i knew nothing better....
i want you knowing this. as your knowing your worth.
give of yourself to me...
i will pour the salt of me into you like a mantra-waterfall i will speak to you in the rhythms of my raw-my ugly-my small, too small-my words which could never own themselves.....
listen. boy.i give you this throbbing-pounding avalanche of an sos-sos-sosing fucko of a heart...
though i am scared to give of myself to you
because my heart keeps writing ransom notes to itself
calculating possibilities like a goddamn avalanche
and im tumbling down...down...down...
to the down..down...down...
to the down..down..down
to the down..down...down

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the scare... [21 Dec 2003|08:47pm]

monsoonrain
i, hourglass bent out of shape
rather, into a shape i cannot entertain the thought of
heartbeat pounding in the center of the sandgrains of time
i feel lost without a trace
without hope of finding myself....
i ask you, simply to find pieces of me in the elements and cut them out in jagged pieces to piece together as jigsaw-puzzle me....you do not answer
wind-song...moon-shine...sun-glow....
and i, eclipsed by this sudden arrival
i am feeling like a haunted house
vomiting up fetal-tide
swimming in my own thread of womb
i cannot bear this possibility out from the flesh of me...
i, love-sick imitation-mantra
become a hum-drumming of frantic rhythms...breathing in-out what:then what:then what:then...
i become the metallic almost-smell
the gut of my emotions too large to attempt sucking themselves in to please the masses.....
they have dressed me in mime-makeup i am catupolting towards a tight-rope-wire
i become the mental-state wanting to get rid of itself
before becoming the inch and a half between death and the cold air....suspended without definition
i, hourglass bent out of shape
rather, into a shape i cannot entertain the thought of
heartbeat pounding in the center of the sandgrains of time
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new kid [21 Dec 2003|12:11am]

monsoonrain
hullo....can i just ramble-write...i think i shall. i am. "new kid"(bek)this is gonna be nonsense...im sorry...
the symphony of traffic rattles like broken record sandpaper on the sidewalk-we get tangled in the rain.opportunity passe-pushing into us like a silent moment in new york city//every face is an eclipse every face a picasso phase drifting past where your eyes are your nose and your nose is blue. eyes riding the subway, licking my fingers raw. a mess of tangled hearts.my sock drawer. eyes resemble mosh-pit emotion. your shoes predict you---old souls. cover the hop-scotch distance. sing another lullaby to stir up jukebox memories. lay back down and rockabye.
outside neon lights wraps shroud-like around the streets//the ghosts of long walks-show up as cloud-breathe.things are gonna change so fast. i worry about what will become of autumn. i think to myself id like to become an aquarium. maybe. the color red. i keep asking myself what it is about you and my brain starts roasting the word-"planetarium" i travel miles with. i travel miles with this. a desperate quest for astrological soap. so i can begin and end with once upon a time. may i have this dance?-we could paint out feet carving footsteps in the new construction. in the lack of sky. they’ve given me a free-flood-load down this body down this street given me concrete stretchmarks. i seem to run off where it drips-down deeper. i try to hold my eyes in their sockets-but its getting harder to speak this messy language. i feel so much more like all the roses. then any of you------might be able to imagine. i feel so buried alive, that the slightest sound could open and close me. and sleeping beauty trips away over a key buried in last winter’s snow. next to an patchwork quilt carrying an old man in a cardboard box.oh this air. the very air. that fills the sky that rapes the mind when it feels an inclination. i realize that every story is a love story. every car crash the big bang take one. like you. and you. and you...
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[17 Dec 2003|07:01pm]

isobal

Magic is as
magic suggests.
Does that confuse
and beguile you?

Smoke rising up
from grates on
the sidewalk
can look cozy
and inviting
when you
are cold
and
alone.

Use a knife
or your teeth
if you must
but tear open
that can
of lust.</p>
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[11 Dec 2003|07:15pm]

isobal
It is the nature of
humans to give birth
only to devour
ones issue.

Tears of remorse and
guilt follow..... words
of the day are always
mea culpa.

Emotions get confused
and tangled then the
color runs high and
all is lost again.

Only to devour
again and
again.
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Flexing the language muscle yet again [30 Nov 2003|03:42pm]

rozencrantz
[ mood | anxious ]

I've been writing this whole time, just not finishing anything. I've now finished The Law of Fives: Climb, and taken up the much lighter (though still dark) New DFC.

I'm at a loss for how to make TLOF: Hills interesting, and I need ideas for things to talk about. The story is, I am climbing up a very tall mountain towards heaven, and talking to Motoko Aoyama from Love Hina. I am excited to finally be able to go to heaven, but I worry that Veiya (from TLOF:Earth) will not want to have anything to do with me. Aoyama, on the other hand, is intent on seeking out God so that she can kill him (or her?) in order to get revenge for all of the torments she went through in the last poem.

So I figure I can make that last for a few cantos, but I need some other things happening to fill it out. In Climb, I talked about falling in love with one of the characters and trying to come to terms with my guilt, but that was all filled out with descriptions of the torments of hell. It goes the other way, too. The Inferno drags on after a while because it is only about the torments of hell, and even that can get boring after a while.

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rah [30 Nov 2003|03:45pm]
rockstardiva_
[ mood | okay ]

i just want to forget the past
focus on what i think will last

I can't stop thinking about the things people said
The words she spoke; The way you made me feel so dead

It's heart wrenching and easier said than done
To ignore what you did and try to make you the one

But I wanted this so much and I still do
Is it okay that I'm willing to stay in this with you?

I beleive everything you tell me and I know I'm a fool
I wouldn't trade you for a sweet man who spoiled me with love and the occasional jewel

There is something about you; It's your whole personality
I don't trust you yet but I love you completely

Will you turn around and find another girl?
Will you keep one as you are with me and just let things unfurl?

You are to me so wonderful and I want to be with you forever
But I can't stop thinking about what happend this summer

I'm trying so hard not to bring it up
However sooner or later I might erupt

For now I guess I'll just try to keep our relationship alright
And hope and pray to God that this will endure. Goodnight.

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YANGP [22 Nov 2003|01:43pm]

rozencrantz
Yet Another New Guy Post:

Hello, I'm a writer who wants a better outlet. I have written a bunch of stuff, but my favorites are The Metacorder, which is an excersize in not writing about anything, and Masculino, which is a very short piece which contains no "feminine" words, based on the Bookblog Gender Genie that everyone is sick of by now. I hope to someday translate it into Spanish without using any Masculine nouns or adjectives.

I also am working on an epic poem The Law of Fives, which started out as a Love Hina/Divine Comedy crossover but has become so much more that I don't think it counts as a fanfic. If you think it does, just flame me and I'll run away with my tail between my legs.
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[18 Oct 2003|09:49pm]

isobal

The black, dense
velvety night
lives with a
curse.

It pines and
waits for even
a tiny glimpse
of the object
of his dreams,
the glorious
and beautiful
sun.

Alas, only to
fade when the
golden beauty
appears.</p>
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