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Lately I have been butting snippets that I care neither to delete, or post here on the front page.

I seem to crawl around the outside edges
Of every associate and acquaintance.
Arm’s length isn’t quite far enough.
Anything I can brush with my desperate fingertips
Is much too close.

So I cannot Lay blame,
Cannot begrudge those who need that close and steady hand.

Everything I touch,
The air I breathe
Is hollow.
I keep having to remind myself I am still alive.
I AM still alive…
Aren’t I?

"I only know I breathe, when I see your chest rise and fall" -me

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Side effects may include:
Overused and abused mad-dog stares,
condecending comments,
un-called for glares.

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Solid wooden cedar scented bliss.
Wooden unresponsive bliss.
Concrete and imaginary bliss.

you shine my lonlieness,
so it attracts my wandering eye.


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Drinking Less is only effective if you refrain from other drugs ESPECIALLY magic cookies which, interestingly enough, exponentially increase the intensity of a single beer. (*)

*Offer valid only when beer is pounded.


  • Last seen on Aug 17 6:59 PM. Member since August 14, 2003.
  • I'm a hyperbolic pebble poet for 1,824 comments.
  • My mood is , and quote is "Intoxicated with madness, I'm in love with my sadness".
  • I am a 24 year old girl (Germany)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm in Lunch Lady Land.
  • Visit my homepage at myspace.com/keegantyler
  • I have 1,824 comments, 4 contests, 139 poems, 3 stories

My Poetry

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  • Your jagged edges, my poison blood.
    Didaster's never looked so good.
    27 lines, 7 comments, October 25, 2007
  • There was a time when I wanted to surround myself with gray. / When I wanted to breathe in misery, / and exhale waste... / a visible toxic
    27 lines, 5 comments, June 10, 2007. In Cigarettes
  • Such a vicious threat; Tedium.
    The inevitability of dis-jointed
    12 lines, 5 comments, January 30, 2007
  • 29 lines, 5 comments, January 11, 2007. In Nature

My Stories

  • Lust. What is it that makes lust so powerful?  How logical, when you really think about it, is the desire for human touch?  Nothing so gravitational, as that very first taste,
    250 lines, 4 comments, May 20, 2004. In <200 lines, Other
  • Maybe he thought I Didn't notice. But I never thought I would arrive home to find the guy dead.  If I had more time to think about it I wouldn't have allowed him to put the dea
    601 lines, February 5, 2004. In <200 lines, Other
  • You and Quninten Tarentino had killed a man, a chubby, bald man with black, thick, rimmed, glasses. You  wrapped him in a sheet, And placed him in the trunk of my silver M
    875 lines, 4 comments, February 3, 2004. In <200 lines, Crime

Guest Book

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  • Lunatyx on May 5, 2006
    I'm not going to argue with you about that, no strong lines is no strong poem.
    Anyway, I just felt insulted by your comment, maybe I overreacted.

    Greetz
  • BonnieQ on January 20, 2006
    Hello. Thank you for commenting on Words Drip to Nothing. It is appreciated.

    Love and hugs
    B♥nnieQ
    Associate Editor, WA
    Waltsan Publishing, TX
  • Jillosophy on September 19, 2005
    Ola Pistola! Just dropping in to say "howdy". And yes I do like the title "Apple Spliced Bliss", its rather interesting. Hopefully I'll be able to stay online long enough to do some reading and critiquing this time. Thanke for still checking up on mine.
    jill
  • perfect motion on February 12, 2005
    go FP, your work gets better every time i read it
    you know the line burnt sugar promises i was wondering ifi caould use that in a song
    xx

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