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One-Liners

Posted in English, Fiction, Language, Love, Poetry, Writing on July 24, 2007 by geniusadvice

This is a compilation of one-liners (i.e. single sentences or fragments) from my mysterious black book that happens to be an address book. Mystery solved. May or may not be used in future poems.

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The inferno in your eyes; they blind and bind me to your retentive frame.

You can’t put out fireflies with water.

It’s so quiet, you can hear the current passing through the lights overhead and the cold stares the chairs give.

City lights on sleepless nights…
…The sleepless nights with city lights…

It was the deer-in-headlights fact that you hit at 100 miles an hour.

I have a thing for your fingers, how they clasp and unclasp…

Tears race down your face and nobody wins.

It was the weight of debris and hubris.

The perfect cloud that doesn’t look like anything.

Maybe if Jack hadn’t used so much fertilizer for his beanstalk…

Unrequited love: If you were poison ivy, I’d jump into you and pretend the itch was my love returned.

The future’s not written in stone, but maybe it’s etched into small rocks that break apart when they’re stepped on.

We’ll make storks fly tonight.

I would jet lag for you.

I’ll leave you to Morpheus.

Who can stop tycoons like typhoons?

Like tapered drill bits that don’t fit;

As if you could roll a pair of dice to paradise…

Unlike time, I don’t wait on your every whim of silence.

We won’t make sense; we’ll break sense…

The intoxicating smell of newly paved asphalt on a sweltering summer day…

Karma gets around, if you know what I mean. As in, she sleeps with everybody.

Welcome to the Lazy Age; the rigor mortis of life like the twitching of a dead man’s hand…

You give me bones to stand alone.

Spindly trees on their knees…

In other words, Frank Sinatra’s got nothing on us tonight ’cause, baby, we’re aiming for the sun.

I’d cut off my arm for you if I was a starfish.

When you frown, give me your lines to write.