kazumisangel

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You Asked Me For Poetry (I Gave You Words) by kazumisangel, literature

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You Asked Me For Poetry (I Gave You Words)

Tell me something quiet, you asked, and I did. I told you the day I skipped school because I hated the pallid look of the carpet so I burst out of the doors by the cafeteria and walked. I found a path and kept going. It was February. I was alone. There was a waterfall frozen rigid and when I hurled all of my emotions through a stone it shattered into a million tiny grains of sparkling crystal sand- Tell me something green. A boy with a coin stood in the market when he spotted the smile of the beautiful girl and he didn't even hear the clink and the splash as his future slipped quicksilver fast through the jail cell of the

Why Bother With Sleep When We Could Have Insomnia? by kazumisangel, literature

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Why Bother With Sleep When We Could Have Insomnia?

Why bother with sheep when I can count your ribs instead? You are thin like a paper cut, you slide your way between the fragile layers of my skin. I want to bury you into my bones, drain my body of all marrow and tunnel you a house to come home to. I am weightless. Every breath you breathe scatters my dandelion seeds and I am nothing. Like you, I want to see the world through the blurred tint of swirled sea glass, I want the wind embedded in my ears, I want your toes muddied like mine when we give up on shoes and tango in between the lightning strikes. I can pull you inside and pour chocolate poetry down your throat, I can sett

Truck Stop Coffee Addict by kazumisangel, literature

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Truck Stop Coffee Addict

When I asked you what kind of coffee you liked, what I really wanted was to drink into your soul. I wanted to drip hazelnut syrup through my heart, the steam pouring out of my ears. One day you'd wake up beside me and ask why my hands were so red. And even then, I'd never stop running my fingertips down your spine, I'll never stop sinking my lips into your burned tar nightmares. My teeth will shake you lose from these mid-morning terrors, I will drive you to the edge of the city and back just so we can say we've chased the sunset. This car of ours, we'll shove our bags in the trunk and our keys in the slot and drive u

Swan Diver by kazumisangel, literature

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Swan Diver

Your feet are ugly in the way all ducklings are ugly – none of the fluid grace of swans and all the tiptoeing across eggshell egos of ballerinas. You were never built to dance because when you cry, it isn't crystalline drops on windshields. You scream out hurricanes and those four letter words like ugly. And lost. I said, listen, I don't care if you're terrified. I'll dive head first into those rivers streaming down your cheeks. Even if you can't swim, there are two shoulders above my arms for you to rest your hands on. I'll be your Superman, so watch in wonder as I toss aside these walls you've been hiding behind.

Stand Clear by kazumisangel, literature

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Stand Clear

Muneer Panjwani is beautiful, with skin the color of my late-night chai latte and a voice just as soothing. He has spent the past days sitting at our breakfast tables, playing Go Fish with us, singing along with our silly camp songs – I should have absolutely no reason to be afraid of him. He has just reduced the twenty boys sitting across from me into shuddering, sobbing shells. He stood there, with his gorgeous voice, slashing at them with knives of past fights and bruising their fists against old walls. He slapped them with every tear, his voice becoming the words of hundreds of friends, parents, brothers, telling them to stop cryin

Sunkissed by kazumisangel, literature

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Sunkissed

She steps a little closer and smiles. There's freckles blooming across my nose and I don't know if she placed them there or if they just wandered astray Her hair is bleached honey by the long term exposure and I guess I'm lighter at my roots, too, because I could float away when she's near and my feet will not stay grounded Sometimes a breath of searing air darts past my ear and I can feel the singe of warm skin on mine and I relish every single golden minute of it She's burned my cheeks blush red but I still refuse to hide my face And the only time the dusk ever came was when the night closed her lashes and she set off on h

6:59 AM by kazumisangel, literature

Synonymous with Forever by kazumisangel, literature

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Synonymous with Forever

Stars are bright, but stars still fade She might even say they're eclipsed By the Sun and the Moon He claims she's always been bright Only he doesn't know that now, like always They're far too hopeful for their own good Because eclipses require crossing And stars cross all the time Eyes like oceans meet eyes within space Where chills fill the absence left by nothing He shivers anyways, shuddering in shadows S l o w l y

Smoking Out Memories by kazumisangel, literature

Another Heart Shaped Box by kazumisangel, literature

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Another Heart Shaped Box

If I could give you one thing It would be an empty wooden box That you would use for anything But it's really filled with all the words You never hear And laughter and the names of my crushes and Even a place for your dreams to sleep But you'd never be able to see it Like the last expected step Where your foot falls right through And I'd ask you Why raindrops are different colors And you'd say They aren't.

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You Asked Me For Poetry (I Gave You Words) by kazumisangel, literature

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You Asked Me For Poetry (I Gave You Words)

Why Bother With Sleep When We Could Have Insomnia? by kazumisangel, literature

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Why Bother With Sleep When We Could Have Insomnia?

Truck Stop Coffee Addict by kazumisangel, literature

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Truck Stop Coffee Addict

Swan Diver by kazumisangel, literature

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Swan Diver

Stand Clear by kazumisangel, literature

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Stand Clear

Sunkissed by kazumisangel, literature

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Sunkissed

Another Heart Shaped Box by kazumisangel, literature

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Another Heart Shaped Box

6:59 AM by kazumisangel, literature

Synonymous with Forever by kazumisangel, literature

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Synonymous with Forever

Smoking Out Memories by kazumisangel, literature

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And by their hands shall you know them by oracle-of-nonsense, literature

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And by their hands shall you know them

i. Long fingers taper, thin between each swollen joint, rounds of bone that can’t be lost, like the purple-scarred stomach skin from one year’s crackers-and-coffee diet, the bass guitar calluses on numbed fingertips, the panic attacks and Xanax collected after ODing on heroin, going heartbeatless in a hospital bed while his veins were pumped with activated charcoal. ii. Like sausage links, his square-tip digits not much longer than my own, but larger, like I thought his heart was. The fingers making my sandwiches, pressing lower back and shoulder blades in a goodbye-for-now hug, wrapping gauze over my wounded skin – the sam

i can see by Ink-Singer, literature

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i can see

I don’t know what it is, the way I see the world. I know it’s a unique vision but that there are others like me somewhere distant we look out and it’s like we’re hovering phantoms watching people breathe with a perspective that seems too far removed and withdrawn to be accurate. we observe with the clarity of truth but it’s not the kind of clear that you see looking through a window. it’s like staring through ice everything has crystalline facets sharp, defined edges brilliant colors… sometimes I feel as though I could stretch out my hands but still never come close to brushing the world with my fi

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Swan Diver by kazumisangel, literature

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Swan Diver

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June 15
United States
Deviant for 16 years
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Current Residence: Parent's House, USA
Favourite genre of music: I'll listen to any genre
MP3 player of choice: iPod

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I'll watch almost anything

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GameCube

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Pen, paper, and the imagination

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kazumisangel

Mar 8, 2012

Artists for World Peace

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Hey all, I'm working on a project with a foundation called Artists for World Peace, and we're looking for some written thoughts on World Peace to use in one of our events this year. Here's the official letter with more information: Artists for World Peace (AFWP) is a foundation that creates opportunities for artistic expression, fosters world peace and raises funds to benefit global humanitarian causes since 2003.  Soon we will be hosting the Artists for World Peace Third International Celebration of Peace: Dance for Peace. To kick off this creative benefit, I am asking if you can reply with your thoughts on peace. What comes to mind whe

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kazumisangel

Mar 6, 2012

Swan Diver (Gisele)

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It's back. I know it's been far too long, but I pulled out my poetry (for the first time in a long time) last night. What I couldn't stand to look at before doesn't seem quite so threatening on the page. Maybe I even liked it a tiny bit. But only after 4 horus of revision. So it's up. Swan Diver, originally written in script form (little scrawl, covered in notes and phonetic punctuation and accents all over the place) in my notebook under the title "Gisele," where it sat stagnant for month. Still water may be poisonous, but something about leaving my writing to sit had made it worth looking at. It's a little bit thereputic, sitting wrapped

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kazumisangel

Jan 8, 2012

Broken Promises

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So I said there would be more new stuff, but everything is too raw and convoluted for me to even consider posting. It's too personal and I can't do it at the moment. Sorry. But I do promise that I'm working on it.