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The Things You Do

Sep 10, 2008, 9:19:14 PM by ~OneMoreFreek
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Erotic / Urban & Spoken Word

The Things You Do
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Boy
the things you do to me
I can't help myself
sometimes
when we're naked & our hips are fitting
just like that
I just wanna battle rap
beat by beat
rhyme & flow

but boy
the things you do to me
I can't talk straight
sometimes
when dark is falling & the days are shorter
all the time
I just wanna stay up late
keep my pants on
& call you ridiculous

but boy
the things you do to me
I can't believe my luck
sometimes
when you slide & I slip
all night right
I just wanna do you like men
do
hard working shirtless sweat shining

but boy
the things you do to me
I can't leave this porch
sometimes
when it's late afternoon & we just woke up
shadows slanting
I just wanna rock here
in this rocking chair
& split cigarettes with you

but boy
the things you do to me
I can't keep my mouth shut
sometimes
when you breathe so light & mutter nonsense
into pillows
I just wanna watch you sleep all day
play big spoon little spoon
& nuzzle all your freckles

but boy
the things you do to me
I just can't stop myself
sometimes

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An Owned Thing An Owned Thing (Is a Joyful Thing)
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I.
To know every moment I am owned
is to know I am cherished
every moment.

II.
Completing assignments in his absence makes the distance disappear.

III.
I take care of his belongings better than I took care of my own self.

After decades of slouching, just the thought of his
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Lullaby Lullaby
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When I couldn't sleep
at ages three... four... five... six...
[which was every night]
I'd entwine my thin bones with three teddybears'
—one yellow, one pink, one brown,
each easily twice my size, my family—
bury my face
picture myself eviscerated
by big scary doctors with long coats and scalpels like broadswords,
me bleeding all over the white hospital bed, no sheets,
separated from all my body parts
stapled up and and down that reflective Escherian hallway,
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until I lulled myself to sleep.

When I can't sleep
at age twenty-two
[which is every night]
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Felting Felting
or, Small Stones Smiling
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The clouds felt themselves thick above me
boiled-down-to-boring whitish grey
as wholly expected words snow
flake about my ears.
Her beauty jolts me
in this frozen light.

I'd love to see her sweet sandeyed bleary
waking next to me under a dripping London windowpane
thatch-topped cob obscured
by slick running raindrops
or hand in swinging hand with me on a misting spring day
strolling throughout the tolling Tower.

On the heathered Pinnines
or floating along the Cam
I'd slip my fingers through bircheartwood colored hair
bring her sleek-as-sin face closer
--I can think of no better
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Floorplans Floorplans
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In the blueprints of my future life--
pale lead floorplans of cool mud bricks
hammocks floating in the basement
of low slung octogons--

I always draw a room for you
thick earth walls and a heavy, old timey door
swinging slow on creaking wooden hinges.

There's plenty of counter space in my kitchen
broken plate mosaics
and deep drawers
room enough for all your $1200 knives
still hiding in a closet
somewhere of the North side
of Chicago.

I've drawn you down a hall
hung with spider plants and trumpet vines
jungling their way to the woven-rug covered floor.
So walking to meet you in the purpling predawn
waxy lFloorplans by ~OneMoreFreek

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~powderedtoastgirl Jul 16, 2008

Hello. I saw you (or rather heard you) in soundzine, and thought I would come and see your gallery. I'm glad I did.

--
All in all, I'd say,
the world is strangling.
-Anne Sexton

*b1gfan Jun 29, 2008 Student Writer

the milk is half full - the milk is half empty - there is no milk at all

~butterfly36rs Apr 26, 2008

Thanks for the

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_{How do you know when you're falling? When the wind takes your breath away.}

~theAnti-Bambie Mar 14, 2008

great gallery!

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Kilroy was here

~sufficient-cause Mar 6, 2008

I put up some new writings from one of my current notebooks. This is how I keep the ones in person, and my girl told me I should upload them. everyone is looking but no one has said anything. say something?

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i don't care about specifics
i'm just sticking around
cause i like when you smile
and i like when you frown

~LiteraryUnderground Jan 18, 2008

Welcome to the Underground, man.

~sufficient-cause Dec 12, 2007

welcome. this is me voting you submit more writing for me to appreciate.

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i don't care about specifics
i'm just sticking around
cause i like when you smile
and i like when you frown

~LisleLisleCrocodile May 21, 2007

Silly boy, you don't remember what I look like.

~WhenDragQueensAttack Oct 9, 2006

I adore you, Toby. Your art is gorgeous and we have to talk about something. Not Jose, don't worry. HAHA.

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