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the moving finger writes
and having writ
moves on

i'm disappearing. i gaze at my limbs and wonder what traces will be left, fingers arching one last time in cautious semblance. if you will not take me with you, if you will not remember me, then it is right i be forgotten. and as i become more and more transparent before your eyes, just remember the nights i held you, the nights i tried to not to ( Read more... )

if you could see the way she shines, embers everything pale. if you could see why she shines, you would know why i want to know every side of this diamond, no matter the pace we keep. but it's been long since i've dreamt in need again, long since fingers traced outlines unseen, unyielding. but the beauty of dreams is that they don't show us exactly ( Read more... )

half-empty. i walk familiar floors in the half light. i see places and things but they don't move me. but instances flicker and glitter the deep, flickering and glittering threatening to reverse the night sky. and even if we are the ones in the stars looking up at the tranquility of nothingness, can we find some relief? i see places and things but ( Read more... )

"You have to remmber nothing is going to be perfect ever. There's always going to be a test around the corner. It doesn't end with school. Nobody's parents relationship is perfect that I know. Maybe 5% is truly great and heavenly. But those people are outgoing and willing to put their heart on the line, really be brave and look for the right match ( Read more... )

breathe life into me, because every breath i take leaves, in blue-flickered haste. every sensation to my fingers sears memories. and i know i've lived too long bereft.

pull the wool off my eyes, but abate warm breath, for a second, the teeth press close, and away. the pressure gets to your head, but it's nothing. if you slip now, we. will. never. get. up.

and we sat on the grass, splintered rays bathe tresses worn. what keeps the sand from falling through my fingers, cutting, swathing? still it lies, unlike my heart for some time. beats and beats of beats it does, prospecting. but we can't know tomorrow; living in such certainty is like throwing that same sand to dust. slowly, though, particles come ( Read more... )

render me life again, unpretender. a look in your eyes is a look at a forever in fragmented seconds. what brings you here and gives you speed? blow cautious whispers and offer me your touch. lift me up, for i'd have given in too soon, in repose, surrendered.