ProcrastinationsBut hey, one hundred. Not bad, I don't think. I have one more which I'll upload some time, but am just enjoying this centenary. Otherwise, nothing.
~drillvoice
Laxative: beware the effect!Newest
Like The First Daymorning, father rises to swim makes a splash, makes a wave, does laps then shaves a bristle-whisker man is now made clean. Mikhaila next goes walking, there is no place she's going to but she always visits it: who? what? a local, or a locale du jour?Like The First Day
A PC blinks and beeps into life with a just-awake boy at the helm. The ferret has been put outside - the bus - it won't come yet.
A few others wait, slumber satisfied 'til morning mood infects them: -chickens birking around the lawn -a corridor ajoy with song -clanging pots that echo long
by ~drillvoice
But How?Asbestos started out so great let's build a lot of houses vroom vroom, up they go. But crap, my lungs are poisoned filled with blood - shit blergh Asbestos is killing us! I know: let's legislate against it. Yay! It's a shame about the suffering, though. Well, better luck next time.But How?
Mmm, tobacco, you taste so good, Humphrey Bogart smokes Marlboros, they're cool. Even doctors recommend them, 4/5 at least! But crap, my lungs are poisoned filled with blood - shit blergh and coughing hacking wheezing while burning, burning, blazing It's none too
by ~drillvoice
insanityyour empty nothing love to wear on a keychain gossip and tell your friends about. To own me and broadcast freely my idiosyncracies.insanity
your devoid, cloyed love emotionless, devotionless meaning nothing. we're not going out, you see cheat with impunity.
write emotions in your words, draft happy endings and ignore the lovely reality blooming but its destruction looming, to you: less is more.
my love too true, too unrehearsed too improvised, not pre-approved never got past the censors, from your fantasy too removed.
by ~drillvoice
Climate Shortchanged.Tom waited out of sight of the audience. A thought struck him and he shivered: ‘What if…’ ‘Don’t worry Sir,’ someone interrupted him, ‘You know you’re right’. Tom stepped out from behind the curtain, and, as the spotlight came to rest on him, the quiet babble arising from the audience of global powerbrokers came to a halt. ‘Gentlemen,’ the M.C. announced, ‘Dr. Thomas Lovelock, presenting the IPCC’s most recent findings’Climate Shortchanged.
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An old ex-girlfriend had bought Tom a handkerchief the last time she’d been to India. She’d left him yea
by ~drillvoice
Random Favourites
In the Middle of the NightWe grew from little smiles, to roundabout conversations that blossomed into jokes and gradually became heart-to-heartsIn the Middle of the Night
in the middle of the night.
Swirling leaves of green then gold, before the gentle rhythm of rain on tin.
Cold bus journeys and casual suggestions
that were never followed through.
We fell into little silences and roundabout conversations that turned to bitter jokes
and the breaking of your heart in the middle of the night.
Angry words more softly spoken but the sentiment holds true.
“I just want
by ~CynicalRomantic
Nice to Meet YouToday I met the future, he wore blue. We giggled in the dappled sun and I carried on smiling until pretty raindrops fell from his eyelashes. My teeth chattered, not from cold but from excitement. Then he smiled, just for me, that lightening smile.Nice to Meet You
The smoke we made still lingers on my clothes, sweet and sultry. We unravelled the hours playing flying games, soaring over damp green grass and getting lost in trees. I talked too much and laughed 'til I was giddy.
Today I met the future. He wore blue.
by ~CynicalRomantic
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- Current Residence: Adelaide
- Interests: thoughts, feelings, hugs, fencing.
- Favourite movie: Amèlie / Donnie Darko / American Beauty
- Favourite band or musician: The Beatles
- Favourite genre of music: Good Music
- Favourite artist: Salvador Dali
- Favourite poet or writer: Oscar Wilde
- Favourite photographer: Roald Dahl
- Favourite style of art: Nudity, with rainbow coloured tattoos.
- Operating System: Windows, but I prefer Mac.
- MP3 player of choice: My own.
- Shell of choice: Words
- Wallpaper of choice: Blutacked things
- Skin of choice: her
- Favourite game: Deus Ex for Game Play.
- Favourite gaming platform: PC all the way.
- Favourite cartoon character: Captain Planet (saving our planet is the thing to do)
- Personal Quote: nihil aliud scit necessitas quam vincere
- Tools of the Trade: Forked Tongue, Quick Hands.
- Email: drillvoiceatgmail.com
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Here's to you and here's to me, and I hope we never disagree. But, if that should ever be, to HELL with you, here's to ME!
I've been reading some of your poems again (when I should be studying for my chemistry exam tomorrow!) and I just wanted to say that you've inspired me. Towards what end; I'm not entirely sure, but at least to keep writing poetry.
So thanks
Love Shelly
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