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neverwhere
I wasn't there. I wasn't there when I was battling numbers and despair. I wasn't there the night I fought the ceiling with stares. The nights, in love and war, all was fair. I wasn't where I thought I'd be but then again I never cared. The days, my heart trailed behind me, stapled and glued, yet still beyond repair. It wasn't me within my dreams. ( Read more... ) -
red
In a box of thousand colours,
there lived a little red fiery crayon,
who was a favourite of the daughter,
who painted the sky an eternal dawn.
And coloured her heart a bloody red,
from tears and anger of her past,
and every word to soothe unmade,
and each advice a scar unjust.
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Sigh
I'm tired.
I've tried.
Again.
And again.
Again yet in vain.
I've tried.
*sigh
I'm tired.
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A word to the wise
Where should I begin? Or maybe it is not the matter of where but when rather. You see, for myself, I have not been, if I ever was myself in the past. Nor could I justify that I am in fact, myself, presently as I am, as I present myself to you. Ardent as I evidently am not, in my arduous adventure, I found the littlest of bounties to be the most ( Read more... ) -
insatia
Hello you. It's been awhile hasn't it? I have been walking this path for awhile now that I never thought I'd meet you again. Ever. Here. Of all places. I trust that you've been well? I've missed you. I did. Once in the bluest of moons, I do, time and again, lay my eyes on your cruel fairness. Though I am cured of you, these scars are staunch ( Read more... ) -
may
"Maybe" she said, maybe too late,
Maybe less may be more,
Maybe its yes and i'm unafraid
What maybe may be for.
"I dunno" she said, I don't know what for,
I don't know what "I don't know" means,
I do know one thing, what my heart is for, and what my love really means.
If only "Yes" would grace your lips
or flicker in your sunset eyes,
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brokenwinks
I am winter's winter.
You are spring's spring.
I am with those that wither.
You are with those that sing.
I am the starving paper.
You are that drop of ink.
I am the clown of never.
You are the moon I drink.
I am in my heartstorm severed.
You are the butterfly's wings.
I am in the claws of rapture.
You are its poisonous sting.
I am an arrow of rancor.
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in-human
Sitting on a granite throne, I gaze at at the worlds strangers. Queenly peacocks parade while proud roosters march. Mother hens and duckling quacks and dawdle. Swift swallows take flight feet barely touching the ground, restlessly waiting. Other hawks perched atop their thrones with eyes that wanders but does not stray. A penguin scuffled down the ( Read more... ) -
otherwise
why did I stop writing
when writing did not stop me,
why did I stop thinking
when thinking does not stop me,
why did I stop breathing
when breathing did not stop me,
why did I stop living
when living did not stop me.
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fate-morgana
Her sigh lay across her lips, lifeless, singing to wayward silence's deaf ears. Serenades as her tears caresses his heart, irregardless. Every breath was her rain on his embers. Every heartbeat was muffled thunders biting its own tongue. Vagrant fingers sailed the consuming waves of her cascading twilight, lost in its euphoria, starless. They found ( Read more... )