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The Truest Sentence (four submissions)

These are four adaptations/alterations of my previous poetry/prose. I have placed them together in this post for ‘The Truest Sentence’ challenge. I’m make no claim that they are the most wonderfully crafted sentences, or even decent sentences, but I can assure you this: they are true. —— (1) The paradox of power in being human is that we must unplug to recharge. (2)...

Dec 13th

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Alphabet Soup now covers my floor I spilt it when op’ning the microwave door

Nov 30th

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the whirring sound of the computer fan tuned a quarter note sharp of middle C clashes with the ringing in his ears to create a dissonant symphony titled: anhunedd

Nov 22nd

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It tasted oh so sweet and smooth But was weeks beyond freshness His taste-buds rejoiced As his stomach staged a full fledged revolt Dowsing the fire with a water bottle He stood his ground

Nov 10th

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I really want a new deck quite often. But I feel like I’ve got a royal flush coming if I just wait for the next card. But the dealer is quite slow. And I’m all in, so I could lose everything. So it’s a bit scary. But I dont fear. I get sad though, cuz I’m impatient for the happiness to come. I guess it’s how I deal with what I’ve been dealt.

Oct 11th

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if peter pan were a pessimist perhaps i’d be personally pleasing partnering with pirates politely

Aug 17th

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he talked as if he ruled the world and drank as if the world ruled him

Aug 17th

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“Being an active character inside the pages of a book is vastly different than...”

– Brion Riborn

Aug 16th

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He grumbled to himself as the yolk of the egg cracked open and ran over the top of the carefully fashioned hole in the piece of buttered bread, spilling over the crust and onto the sizzling pan. He meant for the inside of the egg to be over-easy, but now it would clearly be over-hard. This wasn’t the breakfast “Porthole” that he was planning but there would be no turning back now...

Jul 28th

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time approaches terminal velocity mind takes on the consistency of a salvador dali painting head throbs like a bass-heavy house mix work piles up around lights go out

Jul 19th

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today the sun set deeper than yesterday in the pit of my belly quenched by sangria and left smoldering ashes blown by a turbine into our mouths as the moon howled at the wolves

Jun 29th

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I was a lover and I grew smaller and smaller smaller still until I became a child and noises began to frighten me numbers began to haunt me time froze like a hart in highbeams on a night as black as my thoughts thinking back to a time before childhood before birth a time before thoughts were even conceived a place where I will become a lover once again

Jun 24th

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stones rocks pebbles sand dirt dust tablecloths box fans summer breezes iced tea life death the present the future love loss judgement misunderstanding ice water drunkeness sleep rest endings friendships reality kites crashing into the earth tangled strings randomness disbelief fate passion heartbreak truth

Jun 23rd

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"Distance Makes The Heart Pump Harder, or The...

the sinister hand is warm as fresh toast covered in butter and jam the one that is right is chilly and cold complying to every command though it never departs and does as it’s told perhaps length from the heart makes the right hand so cold though i cannot be certain this much i can say i will sit on my right hand to warm it today

Jun 16th

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New Music

I feel like I’m almost defiling my poetry tumblr by doing this, but I am a musician, after all. www.brionriborn.com — The new site is fully up now, and you can stream the new album under the music tab. Soon to be on sale on iTunes and Amazon and every other way possible. Or pick it up at a live show. That way would be the most fun.

Jun 9th

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rkpoetry asked: Hey man, I've been reading your stuff for a long time now and it even inspired me to get my own tumblr up and running. Love your blog. Check mine out sometime and if you like what you see then show some love and follow back.

Looking forward to more of your posts,
Raj

Jun 9th

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his drug was music his drink was groove his high was passion incense perfume his hit was prose his score was rhyme but his label: druggie all the time (I’ve had many people presume that, because I am a musician, I am an alcoholic and a drug addict. It always makes me chuckle. This piece was inspired by all those people.)

May 21st

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His tattoos itch sometimes He wonders if that’s a metaphor

May 21st

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hello little bird pecking here and there searching for your food he cares for you, does he not? giving you instinct giving you ability to find little bugs little worms little pieces of seed and grain to fill your belly and you fly so majestically to soar in the air to alight on a tree branch and then diving to glide so close to the earth that you nearly touch it and then landing ...

May 16th

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there were three of them so let’s celebrate them they really didn’t do much just followed a star we follow different stars these days and that’s when it hit me: what used to be wise is now foolish

May 13th

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Brown as the soil of the earth From birth Straining against light Fight after fight after fight They lost their former glory Adorned by worry Covered by polarized shade Man-made Striving to be more Simply dirt before But now amongst pain Much rain Pouring forth Waters bringing worth Cleansing the soul’s sin An angel gazes within A crack is seen Between the brown is green And an...

Apr 16th

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The heart became hard He hardened his heart The heart became hard God hardened his heart

Apr 13th

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Several receipts down On the floor Discarded like so many Mixed emotions People blow each other off Even as litter blows Down the busy Lonely Street Whispering “Please, pick me up”

Apr 7th

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Put up 4/4 Take down 5/1 For it will no longer be new All things age And we are fickle So we tire of them But if If we could freeze time And stay here forever We would forever be New

Apr 7th

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Miles driven Hours passed Heart beats Both stong and fast Knuckles grip The wheel he holds He seeks the god Who paved this road

Apr 7th

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The clouds release Their sadness Falling down upon a people Who have lost sight Of the goodness all around them Every one in a hurry Places to be Things to do But then they blink And this life is over So the clouds blink And tears hit our heads

Apr 7th

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She observed He observed She observed nature’s laws He observed the heart’s laws She observed him Observing her His heart beat faster He made a note of it

Apr 7th

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A woman sits Only because he gave her a chair So kind of him “Thank you so much” She says The thought to stand And offer her my chair Popped into my head But I did not rise

Apr 7th

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An open and revolving door Not literally of course People flow In and out Out to the streets With places to go And coffee to drink They seem disconnected But then again As I observe So am I

Apr 7th

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Man Corner of dunkin donuts “Its like a tug of war with you” Oblivious to others He is alone with His phone call His business “Tell them what the lawyer told you and that I cannot make it” Man

Apr 7th

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A heart in the middle of a chest Beating A door being knocked upon Incessantly A floorboard that hides something buried Not forgotten A wall, carefully constructed A mind split in two A man battling himself Beating Tearing A heart exposed to the surgeon A knife, sharp as truth Much pain No sedative A heart in the middle of a chest A heart in the middle A heart <3

Feb 11th

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The shepherd was oh so passionate His love knew no bounds And could not be contained by houses or fences or cages And the countryside was covered in it from peak to pit His rod and his staff brought comfort And was powerful enough to break through the strongest iron bars The guinea pig was free.

Jan 19th

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The artist was oh so patient His brush was wide and vibrant The tools in his satchel were varied and vast Quickly understanding the need in any situation His furry friend was well groomed and plump And ever so happy and comfortable in his warm little cage The guinea pig was lame.

Jan 18th

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The scientist was oh so precise His calculations were exact His methods were tried and tested by those whose theories proved true He did not rush, in fact, he took his time Meticulously toiling over every detail And yet, in the end, the results were the same: The guinea pig was dead.

Jan 17th

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She had lips of rose petal She had fingers of thorns Eyes of aluminum Ears plated with gold The smile of a great white The swagger of a tiger Too much, yet not enough She was what she was

Jan 6th

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Body

Dec 23rd

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The sky, clouds, birds in flight It’s where dusk turns to dawn And the day into night The slicker clad children play And tempt rain from the clouds of gray As we drift ever so close to the light The sky, clouds, a breeze so slight It’s where we become stars In contrast to the night The sun watches over us And our strength will soon surface A question so simple; an answer so...

Nov 5th

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"Don't Try Too Hard, AKA: Breathing Comes...

He sat down at the computer and began to write. Letters formed words; words formed sentences; sentences formed paragraphs. Eventually, a story would be fully formed. It didn’t feel like much of a story, but it was a story just the same. A story of a man who sat down to write a story. But it was so much more than that. It was a metaphor. Ah, yes, there was that word again! A metaphor. A...

Oct 29th

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She used to write. A lot. They would write each other even. Their own special language. A friendship of words. He told her to dream. And dream she did. One day, she stopped writing. He didn’t. His dreams became reality and her’s ceased. Perhaps, one day, she’ll write again?

Oct 26th

symphonyodd-deactivated20110529 asked: with what kind of pen do you use?

Oct 13th

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I AM alive

Sep 28th

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"The Musician And The Marketer: The Difference...

I had a revealing conversation over breakfast the other day. I was at a small diner that I happened across while traveling between a couple of my small-town gigs. The whole place and clientele had a real lowbrow vibe going on; I fit in there just fine, but he stood out like a black suit at a white party. In fact, he was wearing a black suit, while the rest of us were in jeans and old t-shirts. I...

Sep 23rd

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what boring drivel what endless time what pointless prose forced to a rhyme what utter nonsense what useless swine what is not yours is wholly mine

Sep 23rd

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"An Observed Correlation Between Perceived...

Voice: Do you understand me? Man: Of course I do. Voice: Do you love me? Man: … —- Voice: Do you understand me? Boy: To me, you are a profound mystery. Voice: Do you love me? Boy: With my entire being.

Sep 16th

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the family cabin four-wheelers climbing big hills swimming in deep lakes

Sep 15th

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The longer I live, the more I realize that I am a slew of photocopies pasted together to form a collage. This used to greatly depress me, now it makes me laugh. I laugh because it’s in the similarities that I find community and begin to take myself far less seriously. I’ve found that the act of taking oneself too seriously ultimately leads down a disappointing path to the Land of Sadness....

Sep 3rd

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when the weather is fair and they haven’t a care they resemble a cat and a mouse when the storm’s rolling through then their unity’s true like a dryer sheet clings to blouse

Aug 31st

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He took a sip of the rich liquid in his cheap cup. It was hot. It was delicious. It was everything he needed at that moment in time; his entire world. It was also inside a discardable styrofoam cup. The rich liquid was coffee, of course. It came from a machine—tucked away in the depths of his office building—called “Gourmet 1000”. He was puzzled by the fact that something...

Aug 30th

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"Oh My Gosh! What The Heck Is That, Darnit?" (c)...

form is unknown from an unknown source silver light shines off a sliver of glass lightning then flies about lightening the room illusions in words are allusions to my point

Aug 30th

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his pulse is not quite well, i mean, it is but not quite strong as he longs for endless night rest? for his tired bones are wired, they are and night never comes for a man who is not quite well, i mean, he is but not quite unplugged

Aug 19th