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15-06
Jun 14, 2014 15:03:18 GMT 8
Post by michelle on Jun 14, 2014 15:03:18 GMT 8
Ellen
Sits on pleather beanbag.
Boy's shirt. Topknot. Nails the colour of
the ocean, topped up with milk.
Arms flickering between spaces like a
colony of wary meerkats, or
uneasy weekend clubbing.
'Does this inspire you?'
I hold this image of her to my forehead.
She is everywhere until I open my eyes.
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15-06
Jun 15, 2014 13:33:39 GMT 8
Post by Admin on Jun 15, 2014 13:33:39 GMT 8
Flailing arms titter across the horizon
Ocean coloured finger tips, flicker in and out, in and out
Uneasy foreheads
Heavy and wary
Shuffle feet shuffle
Moving in ritual anticipation
I hold this image, held fast and furious, holding till eyes open
does this inspire
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15-06
Jun 15, 2014 18:23:40 GMT 8
Post by jacq on Jun 15, 2014 18:23:40 GMT 8
Flickering spaces
Hold her forehead to my eyes
Inspire this image of
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15-06
Jun 16, 2014 18:42:40 GMT 8
Post by serena on Jun 16, 2014 18:42:40 GMT 8
Eyes closed, I weave between the spaces,
trying to catch the memory as it slips away.
Only half remembered details remain, but
I grasp at topknots and the buttons of shirts trying to hold on to the moment.
The ocean gently laps us to sleep.
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15-06
Jun 16, 2014 22:52:37 GMT 8
Post by daisysanders on Jun 16, 2014 22:52:37 GMT 8
Passed out on a beanbag?
Sprawled on the ping pong table...
Smashed in Manchester!
I wanna dance all day, all night, run around in big sexy Doc Marten boots and show off how beautiful my legs are.
Easy weekend (weekday, weeknight, all week any week) clubbing.
Does this inspire you?
She's wearing a top knot and her nails are painted the colour of the ocean!
I think it's more like aquamarine, you know, like an aquarium blue?
A rolling deep trill as she strums them on the counter.
The electricity of that same blue in her eyes.
Alive and madness.
Flickering between spaces, in all spaces.
I can't get the image out of my forehead.
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15-06
Jun 18, 2014 10:57:49 GMT 8
Post by Nicole on Jun 18, 2014 10:57:49 GMT 8
A beanbag floating in the ocean
Hold onto this image
Does it make you laugh ?
A beanbag floating in milk
Floating in nailpolish
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15-06
Jun 22, 2014 18:49:41 GMT 8
Post by jesslewis on Jun 22, 2014 18:49:41 GMT 8
She dances and falls over the blue swampy beanbag
Her nails tell her hands a story and they respond with flicks and twists and taps
Messy and gorgeous, hair flicking over her face
I laugh
Uncover my eyes but the music stops
What was I expecting?
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15-06
Jun 23, 2014 19:12:40 GMT 8
Post by Ashleigh Berry on Jun 23, 2014 19:12:40 GMT 8
She is limp, fragile, cracking.
Like the milky sea foam crashing across the rocks.
wearing away, slowly but consistently, winding the air from her body.
She need not dance so hard.
Nothing will deter this pain. Inspiring? what a laugh.
She clutches at her purse and her breath, nails embedding themselves in the palm of her hand.
She need not dance so hard.
Nothing will deter...
and for a split second a strange thought enters her spinning skull,
she wonders why she trusted them.
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15-06
Jun 24, 2014 18:58:57 GMT 8
Post by isabellamay on Jun 24, 2014 18:58:57 GMT 8
eyes closed it always you
a vision so clear i could describe and impersonate your manor, behavior, voice, gestures, describe your smell and predict what you are wearing.
as you sit i press my forehead against yours and slip into your skin.
its comfortable.
i know this place.
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15-06
Jun 26, 2014 14:55:35 GMT 8
Post by embowman on Jun 26, 2014 14:55:35 GMT 8
Inspired by this fashion.
where food is plentiful and baby sisters stay home.
The colour of the ocean,
it is picturesque.
I take the image away from my forehead,
and open my eyes.
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