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The Love Bite Quartet: Part IV by gra-te-agus-brioscai, literature

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The Love Bite Quartet: Part IV

Heart-beating smudges are teenagers' Dermatological love notes. Gloomy embarrassing memoirs That jeopardise appearances And leopard-ise anatomy. They're the same kind of pain we get When someone presses us too tight To their chests, such that their heartbeat Passes as a gentle headache. Soreness and adoration Are just sensations, And when it comes to those things And people you adore The more vividly they feel The better they are.

The Love Bite Quartet: Part III by gra-te-agus-brioscai, literature

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The Love Bite Quartet: Part III

Her lover left a stamp for fear That she'd somehow forget him: A glaring memento, The colour of wine. She buried it with opaque scarves And a turbid turtle neck And tried her best with Fabric shovelfuls. But contusions can't be muffled And a blemish will come back. Passion stains resurrect As zealous zombies. ~ After three blushing excuse weeks "Oh, that? It's just a… bug bite" Her shameful ardour blot Drowned under make-up.

The Love Bite Quartet: Part II by gra-te-agus-brioscai, literature

The Love Bite Quartet: Part I by gra-te-agus-brioscai, literature

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European Melodrama by gra-te-agus-brioscai, literature

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European Melodrama

You leaped from a crowd of unbeknownst exchange students, And straight into my arms. You pecked my neck bedly, While I performed a battered-lingual flirtation, And played with your Mediterranean spirals That dangled and tangoed forwards and upwards to the bed frame. Removed from the cluttered air of trade, Of dance, of music, The inter-cultural cacophony: We lay in silence, Sharing warmth we never needed, Breathe that felt like a bathroom hand dryer, And a muted, mutual adoration. "Io non capisco", was my phrase of the day, And when my young Italian stumbled, You hooked your gracious arms under And lifted me up again, With e

Incense Burner by gra-te-agus-brioscai, literature

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Incense Burner

Observe: an incense burner. Thirty centimetres by two and a half inches ornate wooden incense burner, Freshly antiqued from the flat Punjab plains. A closable roof, drizzled delicately with holes choreographed into art, And flanked at both sides by rows of blooming gold. It's a hippy Toblerone. It's my aunt Liz, who is a hippy. It's lavender, Natchampa, Sandalwood, Rosewood, Jasmine, Vaishno Devi, Padmini, Patchouli, Lime, Frankincense, Myrrh, Cannabis, And every other spice and scent the old timer has puffed, Nonchalant, Like a Goloka gangster enjoying a cigar at the back of the bar. Not an old man though, This aromati

Letter from Hat to Flower Pot by gra-te-agus-brioscai, literature

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Letter from Hat to Flower Pot

I remember the first morning I met you, Perched inert on the shelf you call comfort - Your gorgeous extremities hanging low in the light, For all they're worth in the butterflown sunrise. And I said: "Honeybee: I'm not one of those guys Who can just fall for someone At the drop of a hat" And you replied slyly: "Easy there tiger: I'm not like that either" But both you and I knew. I dropped for every precious piece of you. Remember? I dropped and fell for the way you can wait, A solar sentinel, Unwavering through a night frozen stiff. And your bottomless patience, kindness: Never once asking rent from your florid hosts. I tu

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The Love Bite Quartet: Part IV by gra-te-agus-brioscai, literature

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The Love Bite Quartet: Part IV

The Love Bite Quartet: Part III by gra-te-agus-brioscai, literature

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The Love Bite Quartet: Part III

The Love Bite Quartet: Part II by gra-te-agus-brioscai, literature

The Love Bite Quartet: Part I by gra-te-agus-brioscai, literature

European Melodrama by gra-te-agus-brioscai, literature

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European Melodrama

48 Hours In by gra-te-agus-brioscai, literature

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48 Hours In

Boom! And into the big world we ventured! Tied down and commited no less Unified by earthquake chests. Two flirty loved up geeks Tongue tied under tumultuous love sheets. We birthed a relationship, Upgraded casual kissing courtship, Emerged with fuzzy handcuffs, And didn't get the t-shirt for it. We have now been together for 48 hours, And I feel like the father expecting Pacing up and down a hospital hallway Wondering what his son, or daughter, Will shape up to be. ~ What will this bring, this new Facebook status? How long will it grow? Is this the same fling with new social apparatus, Or will this thing outlive most stones

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Emergency Exit Hallway Sex by gra-te-agus-brioscai, literature

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Emergency Exit Hallway Sex

Me and her in the room that's shaped like a shoebox, dark as oil normally. But this night particularly the emergency exit sign with the man shuffling urinated a diluted yellow glow up and down the walls of our dirty, silent, secret hideaway. Trapped by will in the sleepy locked hallway Filled in like a pillow with stillness and the buzz Buzz so calm of the shuffling man on the sign in the corner of the mouldy white ceiling while I smelt the grey carpeted floor. The xanthous buzz was broken softly by the fabric scuffle and occasional stifled moan: the sound of rhythmic osculating. She and I kissed in secret. Chit-chats and loud

Nervous Pie by gra-te-agus-brioscai, literature

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Nervous Pie

You are a sweetie pie. And I would have loved to have tried to inscribe this in ethereal font letters in the sky – for you. Instead of having it hungrily absorbed by a humble tissue as it is now, or might as well be with the calibre of paper I'm using. For me there's a moment between seeing and meeting as small as a pin prick, As in, that first blink, The first glimpse from a distance. Too long for dismissal and too short to call ogling, Yeah. That's some second right there. To me it's like a cross between ecstasy across the street and a mild heart-attack. My mind melts for a second as it scrapes my phrase-bucket, determinin

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May 4, 1994
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Haileo, mise Hógaí :P

Is file atá i mbun foghlama mé, agus scríobhaim amhrán ó am go ham fosta. Scríobhaim fán achan rud na cruinne.

Más rud é go bhfuil tú ag fagáil tráchta, tá tuairimí fáilte i gcónaí, agus tá bhur gcuid léirmheastóireachta de dhíth orm.
Bígí ionraic ‘s bígí cé comh maslach agus is gá daoibh a bheith, cuidíonn sé!

Glacaim le hiarratais agus le comhairle nuair a n-ofráiltear é.
Grá & Síocháin :)

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Hello there :)

I'm Hogie, or Hógaí if we're gonna do things right around here :P
I'm an aspiring poet and occasional song-writer.
The vast bulk of my stuff is in the ever flexible English language, but there's some pieces in my very own brand of blender-Irish too (I'm not remotely republican <.<)

Compliments welcomed, criticisms neccesary. Be brutal, be as truculent as needs be, I need it!
Inspirations: Rives, Sarah Kay, Oscar Brown Jr, Taylor Mali, Kahlil Gibran, Devendra Banhart, Watsky, Lao Tsu, Robert Frost, Cat Stevens, Laura Marling, Lisa Hannigan, Shannon Hoon, and innumerous others.

I'll take requests and advice if offered.
Much love and peace, as always.

P.S My username means 'hot love and biscuits', as that is all my soul requires :)

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May 27, 2010

Hangukeo and GCSEs

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안녕하세요? An nyeong ha se yo? That's right people! I have officially been learning Korean for one week now xD So far I can read Hangul like a three year old, I can start to use the verbs and I know a few phrases and shit. Progress shall be made! Oh yes and it has also been officially ONE YEAR since I last wrote in this! But hey I've finally put up songs. :P And since they're like the only two people I know on DA so far: HI KELLEY AND ANNA! :D GCSEs! xD Nach bhfuil siad go hiontach?! Táimid i lár na scrúduithe anois, agus níl aon duine marbh go fóill buíochas le dia :P A

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May 28, 2009

An Clar Teilifis Indiach

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Right! Journal Time... What to right about? I watched Hindi TV today.. it was interesting! I learnt a few words, no idea what they mean though :) But it was really cool, there was this big huge family (like 20 people) all in a big house and everything was really colourful and dramatic. It was a bit like soap operas here I geuss, but with way more people and colours. Plus the music was cool.. kinda techno-carnatic shtuff goin on; Bollywood xD It was way over dramatic though.. every single remotely interesting transaction resulted in a big crescendo and all the cameras zooming and sh*t... annoying as hell, but cool :P Hmmm... well I'm

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May 26, 2009

Too Much Lemonade

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FRESH CORN-FORK JUICE. GET IT WHILE IT'S HOT. Too much Lemonade. Loo much Temonade. Too much corn squeezing if ye ask me... but I'm not an expert of course. Too many people that aren't squeezing the corn though... The world is messed up... why can't we all just get along and queeze scorn? A urinal meltered itself right beside infront behind of my f*cking face-nose toyesterday. What was I meant to do? I'm just a paitner..