pseudokojo

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Scrannel by pseudokojo, literature

Ween by pseudokojo, literature

Sweven by pseudokojo, literature

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Sweven

Umm, excuse me? I am way too waspy for this. Boiled potatoes, stewed beef. That is more me. I find your headdress tacky and Outmoded. It reminds me Too much of smallpox blankets. And anyway, shouldn't I be seeing Wings and clouds and Jesus? This is the third impertinent perversion Of God's number, you know. (The first being Lucky Number Sleven, The second being the name Steven.) You should just let me sleep.

Point-Device by pseudokojo, literature

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Point-Device

It demurely shakes off the paleo-dust, A little callipygian, verbal beast. A coquette of syllable recognition, And some long interred desire. A fire I'd grown inured against. Some arcane tongue sprung up Between the cracks in our modern language. It matches a need I have, quite point-device, Rolling ball, blank ink, point: extra fine. Come here, little darling. I won't lose you again. But the world sees only your awkward corners. Come home with me, And let me run your hyphen across my lips. Never be alone again, until I die.

Garboil by pseudokojo, literature

Midgets with Guns by pseudokojo, literature

I Swear I will. by pseudokojo, literature

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I Swear I will.

I will burn you out of me. I will find every interstitial pocket of you and fill it with gasoline and napalm. If I can get the flames hot enough, The flesh will cauterize. I will lose skin, but not my blood. And if this new scar tissue Hardens the soft meat of my ventricles, You can breathe softer. I will watch as the Rough, pink claws Make their mesh across me, And add texture and complexity To a once simple joy. I will let others wonder At the geometric patterns Now rising out of my chest. But my dreams Betray me in this.

The Softest Snake by pseudokojo, literature

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The Softest Snake

Slinking, silk-wrapped thighs Softly snaking around my lingering sighs. Precisely what knowledge Does this apple offer? Wrap me in your wings. Downy or leathered, it doesn't matter. I'll lend you my heat. Spinning webs fill your eyes. My sockets are filled with hazel flies, So you have my attention, Oh subtle daughter. Perform the coup-de-grace. I'm ready. I'm willing. I'll wait.

Today, I am composed. by pseudokojo, literature

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Today, I am composed.

Today, I am composed Of corded muscles, love, and scars. I feel like an oaken core. Life starts with an effervescence, But these oscillations slip wider Each year and shake loose the taught wires. The quivering energy Becomes more of a jiggle, really. However, here is the most danger. Minds and emotions remain keen and Added to the bitterness-honed blades. The loose jangle will send cuts flying If momentum seeks to topple the system. In time, though, the bearings will grow Over-worn, and the swaying ocean Will find its tides tied into eddies. Today is where I am, But I remain transfixed As deep-pink tissue roughs my skin. I

Titian by pseudokojo, literature

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Titian

(AKA The Popular Themes of Life and Love Annotated in Copper Ink) Dawn spreading gentle fingers, Tickling trees slathered with the colors Of Autumnal flesh. The tone of the hair On a Rust-Curl girl. The same hue of steel Being hammered into formed function. The color of those fireworks With the second-stage showering sparks. What has come to me now as Carnival-glass spheres, reflecting Distorted images of memories and Descending slowly into deepening darkness Like bubbles blown at dusk. However, I'm trying not to embellish, So it's simply the titian glory In a sunset that signals The loss of another day.

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A Far Cry from Boston by pseudokojo, literature

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A Far Cry from Boston

When I arrived in Boston, it dawned on me that I may have taken a wrong turn. The sky seemed gray and overdrawn, not quite covering the sky. My hair seemed overdrawn, too. I stepped out of the lime green and rusted Pinto. A beautiful car, especially if you like a nice warm backseat for your friends. If you have any. I started out on this trip fresh-faced and eager... A photo plate for the world to impress itself upon. Well, that's what I ended up with, a nice negative of the world. Blacks where whites should be, whites where blacks should be, grays all out of order. I don't even know anyone in Boston, why did I even come

Connection-Disconnection by pseudokojo, literature

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Connection-Disconnection

We walk in fine lines, Melodies that exist in our strengths, Harmonies in our weaknesses. The chords we create together exist on many planes. They draw us together in a unified sound, But at times that sound is discordant, And it throws us from one another. But rhapsodies and symphonies alike Have heavenly strains and stressful vistas That seep from their audio plays. A minor strain is as beautiful as a serial arrangement. Discordancy tells as important a message as harmony, And every bit as valid, every bit as necessary. Wagner knew this, so did Mozart, Strauss, And even the singularly known Pachelbel. A play of only soun

Metacognition for Sale by pseudokojo, literature

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Metacognition for Sale

Platinum images in my mind form eloquent phrases in my heart. They seem lost in translation to my hand. My hand misinterprets these thoughts, or simply lacks the finesse of a porper interpreter and instead of accurately realating the ideas, it replaces complex combination of letters with droll and unimaginative lines. Such a waste, such lethargy. Though syntax and grammer hold to their sacred vows in each passing line, the magic that once had the flair of all colors in my words has drained away into a colorless miasma of dimwitted prose and verse. The vox of fantasy is wired shut, and all joints have frozen stiff. The iron of inspiratio

A Vocation by pseudokojo, literature

Cheshire by pseudokojo, literature

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Cheshire

Voice in the darkness Calling out a name Confronted progress And a pint's worth of shame False smiles, turning inward Turned away Desolate miles And the dried, crushed, clay New form, voice, hide Hide in the lies of yore Turning inward Cheshire voice A voice without a face No substance A lost cause without a case Run away, afraid Afraid of redemption Drive away To kill the pain Lost in darkness Voice in shade Hiding what true Emotions made Cheshire girl Alone, sweet world Saving her pain Hidden emotions Never come through A voice in shade Hiding you Shut out the world And isolate Steadwise, shun the darkness A

Born of Sleep Driven Minds by pseudokojo, literature

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Born of Sleep Driven Minds

Like the winter wind, it flows effortlessly. In the darkness it cries out its desire to be free. And the hewn white stone calls recklessly, "Follow Me". What pretension of everlasting peace, That everything must cease. I hear its persistent cry of vanity. Calculated, quickly, carefully It forces me off my feet Silently. An exhalation of triumph found; A more living truth expounds.

Serenity by pseudokojo, literature

At the Mind's Edge Grasp by pseudokojo, literature

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Munin Gilt-Edge by pseudokojo, visual art

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About pseudokojo

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Artist // Literature

United States
Deviant for 21 years
mostlyuntitled.blogspot.com
He / Him

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Current Residence: Inside a bad pun.
Favourite genre of music: Current Food: Soup
Favourite photographer: Current Smell: Fresh-cut grass
Favourite style of art: Current Song: "Anything at All" by Firewater
Operating System: Ubuntu Gutsy Gibbon, though I wish to hell Compiz-Fusion worked without screwing with firefox.
MP3 player of choice: Natasha, my black ipod which, I've decided, is a 1980's Soviet spy of awesomeness.
Shell of choice: Tortie-cat (Now sans vest!)
Wallpaper of choice: see: www.boingboing.net/2007/02/27/…
Skin of choice: Ear-hat and my slippers, including new snow leopard slippers with extra cushy soles.
Favourite cartoon character: Minus of Kiwis By Beat (online)
Personal Quote: We are not "We"c-b, but we be WECB 99.9FM, or ch 65 on your ECTV

Favourite Visual Artist

Current Book: (waiting for the library to deliver it)

Favourite Movies

All "favourites" listed here are current interests in each category instead.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Currently: The Impossibles

Favourite Writers

Current Comic: Three Panel Soul (online)

Favourite Games

Currently: Hot Shots Tennis

Favourite Gaming Platform

Nintendo DS

Tools of the Trade

The way my fingernails grind down if I climb too much.

Other Interests

Finding what's inside, and bringing it outside.

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pseudokojo

Aug 4, 2009

La la la

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I have been gone a while.  I have written some things in the interim, but am a bit too lazy to put them on here.  If you are curious, some of it is pretty good for me, I think.  You can find it at: http://mostlyuntitled.blogspot.com/ I will be updating here as I write more in the future.  I might even get unlazy and copy over those poems to here.

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pseudokojo

Sep 22, 2008

Regarding a lack of updates.

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I have been withholding new poems from DevArt because of licensing issues dictating that I cannot simultaneously have them here and submit them for publishing in a particular literary magazine.  I don't know whether you care or will even notice, but once the ones that I have set aside for publication are either published, rejected, or I have decided against submitting them, they will go up on DevArt.

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pseudokojo

Apr 22, 2005

Which describes you best?

2 votes

Raccoon: Night creature with a powerful curiosity that usually gets you into trouble.

Transformer: More than meets the eye.

Transformer: Often attached to a telephone pole.

A different transformer of the same type as the first transformer here listed, but a different instance of it: Just plain silly.

Shiny object: Wait... Why am I even here, and how did I get here?

Wood fairy: Small and winged? Magical.

Wood Nymph: You should really keep your feelings about that maple to your self, okay?

Wood: Not much to say here, I guess.

Woman: Cute. Like a kitten or something. A kitten with very sharp, sharp claws.

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lesahra

Aug 16, 2008

I never know how to compliment poetry. I can't say "nice poetry," because that is only trite in comparison. So I suppose I'm left with "I read a few, and I like what I read."

pseudokojo

Aug 16, 2008

haha, well thank you. That is really the best anyone can expect.

movinkindaslow

Mar 18, 2008

Much thanks for the WATCH..

..it's really appreciated. Thanks too for the FAV

Porcelynn

Mar 16, 2008

Thank you thank you stranger, I hope your boredom leaves you!

schrodingersnextcat

Nov 28, 2007

Appreciate all the nice feedback.

fufuthegreat

Nov 15, 2007

Hey, thanks so much for

ing my photo!

dragoncharmer02

Sep 20, 2007

Hey, it's been awhile I hope that everything is going well for you. I haven't really been up to much creatively lately. Been to busy with grad school.