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A Poet by Six7, literature

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A Poet

The stale taste of old coffee Hangs on my breath. I hope it covers up the whiskey. Haven't slept in days. Around my apartment, A bone yard of burned out cigarettes And dried up condoms. Have to do a reading today. Damn, I haven't written a thing. Nothing to write about. I took a shit this morning. Haven't taken one in days. My asshole tore open in an explosion Of burning agony. I could write about that, Or the girl with the butterfly tattoo Just above her pussy. Blue and purple, Using her own pink, As accents. Speaking of which, Need to get mine filled in. Still nothing to write about. This was much easier When I was

Drunk by Six7, literature

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Drunk

I want to fuck a woman, I want a woman I thought. I rested my head on The toilet seat With Gun veins Sparkling. Shattered tooth, My head smells like Blood. I stumbled all the way To the bathroom. Making my way To the kitchen counter I had done a face plant. Not enough Driver, And too much Screw, Those screwdrivers. Heaving into the toilet, I spent the night.

Tuesday by Six7, literature

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Tuesday

It was Tuesday Before I decided to fold down The dark gray sheets And venture into The sun-stained living room. The bright invasion of light Into the space Caused my pupils to hide In protest. Across the room, A spectrum of color Defaced my white wall. I searched to find the cause Of such treacherous brilliance. It rested on the coffee table, Playing catch with the sun. Two diamond stud earrings. She'd forgotten them. I picked them up And held them in my hand. A shockwave exploded my chest. My stomach quivered With the thought Of having to see her again.

November 3 by Six7, literature

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November 3

Once, there was this poet. He'd been awake for a whole week trying to write his ultimate ma sterpiece, but he couldn't. So he drank, all night every night, for one week straight. On Sunday, he had an idea for his great poem. It's the knowing nagging of terrible temptation, the urge of gnawing flesh pulling on the eyes stone pink nipples and stiff black hair neatly trimmed triangular the thought of knowing better yet yearning towards urging brown eyes and a decidedly mischievous but gentle smile crossed legs sitting against a tree smiling through the lens. He sat back in his chair and sighed a big sigh. He'd

Pink by Six7, literature

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Pink

She sat across from me In the booth. The red imitation leather Squeaked under me. As I moved. She inhaled, The bright orange tip Lit up, And faded. She was wearing Pink nail polish, It was Beverly Hills pink, The kind of pink That walks by you On Rodeo Drive, The pink That is in every little girl's Princess fantasies. It was a blood-flushed pussy Glistening in the dim light Of a bedside lamp. I hated that pink.

Another Lonely Afternoon by Six7, literature

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Another Lonely Afternoon

She asked me what was wrong Again today. Third day in a row now She's had to ask. Her freshly lotioned hands Ran from the crown of my head To my cheeks In one soothing motion, Kissing my temples lightly. I looked at her, With a shine over my eyes. "I love you, you know." "I know." Her chin found its way To my head, Cleanly shaven As I sighed, Breathing deeply The thick moist air Of the humid night.

For Jessica by Six7, literature

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For Jessica

I told Jessica I'd write a poem for her While I was intoxicated. I didn't. Instead, I feel asleep Next to my girl, Sexless as usual. Her strawberry hair Choked me, Finding its way Into my throat and nose, Making me cough. Aside from the white thong Rising low above her pubes, She was naked. Her breasts cupped in my hand. Nipples erect As she swats at me Telling me to Stop. I'd be better off With that gay guy I thought. At least he appreciated My ass and sex drive. That gay guy danced inside my eye lids As I felt the spinning Lull me to sleep. Sorry Jessica, Not tonight.

November 11 by Six7, literature

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November 11

Spray painted skies Under falling night Masking running eyes. Out into the world And away from you. 14 years old Folded up in a black trench coat Nodding to Staind, Vibrating in my headphones Walking back from school Toward silent dinners, Cold meatloaf, And ignoring shuffling Of The Eagle Crying all the way. Now,19 and alone, I force myself through another day. Blow a kiss To a mother's picture, And listening to the same melodic screams. Sitting at a desk, Pen in a pale, vein-creased hand Attached to a slice and dice arm Reliving a broken down adolescence And busted up family All for the sake of the poetic verse The

Leftovers by Six7, literature

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Leftovers

I pulled on my cock Until I came, Spraying myself all over The crushed cigarettes and warm Watered-down beer. She'd left hours ago But the twinge in my balls had lingered. That was the day I had asked her To have my abortion. She smiled, "How romantic," As she always did When I said something adorable. Then we proceeded to the dirty deed, The nasty, Horizontal mamba, And every other washed out cliché Used to describe Thrashing, Gnawing, torn sex, The sex that isn't even sex It's fucking. After she left I cleaned up And pulled myself into the shower. I could feel the long red lines Burning their way down my back Like

Something New by Six7, literature

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Something New

My sexual misadventures Can only hold a reader for so long. If only I had a drug problem. The brilliant warmth Of an acid trip Is always perfect material. Writing about the 3 hour exploration Into the kitchen cabinet In search of something Always just out of my reach. Yeah, That'd do it. But no, The fact remains that It's life as usual For a 19 year old suburbanite Who never had one night stands And the only tracks he's ever seen Were those circling high school football fields. So, For now, It's back to the fucking drawing board In search of a new realism, A new life, In a world hardly experienced.

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Artist // Photography

United States
Deviant for 18 years
www.xanga.com/pierced_on_a_sunday
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Current Residence: Pennsylvania
Favourite genre of music: Punk, Celtic Rock, Country, Trance/Electronica
Favourite photographer: Spencer Tunik, Johny Tattoo, Missy Suicide, Thomas Van De Scheck, Nelly Recchia
Favourite style of art: Erotic/nude Photography
Operating System: Windows XP Pro
MP3 player of choice: Black 30 Gig iPod
Favourite cartoon character: Brian from Family Guy
Personal Quote: "I'm nothing more than a working-class asshole"

Favourite Visual Artist

H.R. Gieger

Favourite Movies

SLC Punk, Donnie Darko, Ladder 49, Ghost in the Shell, Pulp Fiction

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Dropkick Murphys, Flogging Molly, Fall Out Boy, Hawthorn Heights, Panic! at the Disco

Favourite Writers

Charles Bukowsky

Favourite Games

Halo, Halo 2

Favourite Gaming Platform

XBox, PS2

Tools of the Trade

A Minolta 35mm and a Nikon D70S

Other Interests

Photography, drawing, writing short stories, and poetry

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Six7

Jun 1, 2006

Devious Journal Entry

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Ok, so first of all, I just want to get this out there. I took a quiz on my sexual IQ. I tested at a 131 Sex IQ. It also stated: "When it comes to sex, you are a super genius. You have had a lot of experience, and sex interests you so you know a lot about it. You pride yourself on being a source of information and guidance to all of your friends." So yea, go me. If any of you guys want to take this quiz, you can find it here. Ok, so yesterday I got my DVD that I ordered last week. It's a documentary called Modify. It was done by 2 guys who examine body modification as a whole. They look at different types of modification as well as the cha

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Six7

Mar 21, 2006

New York

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Well, I am in NYC. My bus got in a little after 5:00 this evening and now I am hanging out at the elustrious FIT. Exciting, I know. So right now Janine and I are hanging out waiting for dinner to arrive. There's nothing like New York pizza. Tonight we are going to the IMAX to see V For Vendetta. We've already seen it but there are a bunch of people going with us that haven't and lets face it... it's IMAX. It is going to be sick. Besides, it's one of those movies that you have to see a few times to make sure you saw everything and took it all in. Tomorrow I have to call Matt Albiani, the photographer Carson hooked me up with. I am hoping some