| Funny, I almost never read people's Featured Deviations. I'm just so fucking subversive, apparently. Read this one though. I'm a bad influence. |
| Funny, I almost never read people's Featured Deviations. I'm just so fucking subversive, apparently. Read this one though. I'm a bad influence. |


Among the poured concreteAmong the poured concrete sidewalksAmong the poured concrete
and urban sprawl no older than I am, I always seem to find the cracked and settled stepping stones, their destinations long overgrown. And I follow these vestigial remnants
in circles. But I hold my memories like stones in my shoes to weigh me down, keep me going, toughen my feet so I'll have some blood to show for this journey if nothing else.


How to Make a Mixed Tape Open with a song that's inconspicuous and peppy. it says, "Hey, this song is so fucking upbeat that I don't need you. I don't even have time to think about you for all the fun I'm having listening to this goddamn song!" The next few songs can mellow out a bit, but keep it something that they'll enjoy. Don't let them get bored and avoid getting overly sappy. It's not the time yet. Include a few songs that have some, but not too much relevance to tHow to Make a Mixed Tape


FebruaryThere is a red-tailedFebruary
hawk outside my window stripping the body
of a songbird, pulling up strips of meat and devouring them,
feathers and all. Meanwhile, the tiny bird's companions
chirp and beat their
wings fruitlessly. And I can't help but notice it
sounds like a song even when they're screaming.
| The masochistic pleasures of sentimental literature. |


You're Kind of AYou're kind of a new thing for me and it's difficult for me to admit that maybe I'm alrightYou're Kind of A
with you Maybe maybe even Fond
It's hard to admit but I want to hold you Like a cigarette between my
teeth Like a kitten by the s


passive smokingI gave up waiting for you that night, got into bed and lay on a dictionary.passive smoking
I pulled it out and pressed my finger against a word the bore no relevence to you, but I wrote your name beside it anyway because everything has to be related to you in some way.
I could have set the room alight that night. I dropped a promise, those cigarettes I said I wouldn't smoke. You never noticed the change in my voice when I was smoking at the other end of the phone.
I know every little change in the tone of your voice, like the way your "I love you's" change before you're just about to drift into


it is not enoughit is not enough just to miss you. i have to learn how to walk again; how to live without meat and kissing, how to sleep shaped like a balled up fist. it is not enough just to miss you. i have to adopt twins init is not enough
Africa, name them Lost and Weird, forget to feed them. i have to go to every pet store in America and rescue all the seahorses. i have to tattoo D A R K B I R D
inside my lip and stand in children's playgrounds like a broken arm, creaking. it is not enough just to miss you. it has to hurt. i have to write poem
I am? Thank you!
Miss.
-R
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Ryan "El Zorrito"
check out my writing sometime when you can
thanks for adding me to your list.
i´ll dont say your name cause maybe you dont want that people can see it here
bye
that's why we're in love.
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If I had stealth enough to sneak, Around your house, Id turn your bed sheets inside out
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