

I. Jenny DwayneI. Jenny DwayneI. Jenny Dwayne
Her words were tangled in filaments. She cupped her hand in front of her mouth when speaking, cradled the sounds like children, keeping them close in case she had to try to pull them back. Maybe she was ashamed when they were stocky and short, and stumbled, not quite ringing out with confidence. In her apartment, instead of slippers, she strapped on high-heels, dreaming of elegance.
But though she clicked on the pastel floor-tiles, chipping the gray roses in the kitchen, and left finger smears on the metal refrigerator door as she grabbed it for balance, she could not glide. And so the red-strapped he


Lilliputians AbroadThey threw us out of Heaven, saying: "We don't have no wings your size and our lutes are too big for you anyhow. You'd ruin the view."Lilliputians Abroad
And hooks from Hell failed to snag us so we fell through fish lines, nets and heat to the other side of the world.
Dragons twined with clouds there, writhed, snagged air on green paper scales.
We watched them flutter. You leaned your head against my straw-woven vest, your matted, black hair on my face, in my mouth.
The desert scorched your sun-hewn cheeks, burned eyelashes and locks to white like cri


Sand DollarsDollars don't grow on trees but I've found them on beaches (after the dumpy towel-sitters retire to their cheap hotel rooms and before they wake up, flustered and hot under the sandy blanket, burning with an aftertaste of sun).Sand Dollars
Sand dollars are like old coins, so I can't take a handful to the local grocery and hope to leave with a pack of gum (Unless, of course,
I smile very nicely at the guard).
These dollars crunch when a sole presses them into sand and twists, slowly, to the left. That's why I walk late at night, (when it is almos


I married the city[I married the city]I married the city
The cat was thrown out the window
like an empty can
to rattle off the sides of an alleyway,
zigzagging and yowling.
City air made its rounds through the living room rubbed curtains askew, and curled around bare toes, slamming the locked door.
Hordes of letters
scrambled down the counter
and across the vinyl tiles, chanting "read me! read me!" and "lose fifty pounds in two weeks!"
Car headlights licked windows
and the wall behind the headboard; stroked the covers as if to apologize &
HA! I BITE YOU!
YOU'VE BEEN BITTEN!
Spread the virus around!
RULES:
1- You can bite the person who bit you!
2- You -MUST- bite 6 other people, at least!
3- You should bite them in public! Paste it on their user page!
4- Random bites are perfectly okay! (and scary)
5- You should most definitely get started right away!
Send This To All Your Friends, And Me If I Am one (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!) If You Get 7 Back You Are Powerful creature!
1-3: you're a ghoul
4-6: you're a were-cat
7-9: you're a were-wolf
10-& Up: you're a vampire
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I'm the pebble that changed the world!
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I have =Circleoffriends on my side, and so can you!
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<caveatLECTOR>and jon beat me to uranus LOLOLOL
<concrete-surfer> your mom depreciates in value as she's traded
<intangebility> o man. pink is singing sweet dreams on tv atm, and madeline says "string trees are made of peas?"
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On my tombstone it will say:
"Ridentem dicere verum quid vetat?"
Known Social Allergen
Sci-fist
I am the former administrator for ~poetic-forms. I could not get in touch with the last person in charge of the club, so I decided to just start another called ~versebyverse. I wanted to personally invite you to join. All you need to do is devWatch the group. It will be set up very similar to how I set up poetic-forms, and I hope you'll be part of getting this off the ground!
If you have any questions, please let me know.
Thanks,
~pamelaski
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