The scent still lingers.

A chanceless encounter
Months in the making
A paired up loneliness
As hearts are rebreaking.
No drinks or smiles
Just bad poetry tears
Unanswered questions
A little bit of silence
And a brush left behind
With a brush with the past.

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Side street sunsets

So much more beautiful

Than piers

Cliffsides

When the light scatters right

And friscalates with the onset of night

When the day yawns out

And the dusk breathes in

The seeping in sleep

Fashions like freedom

Shimmering

Shimmering

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Who Should Paint You: Salvador Dali


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Wrote this one for Alex. Now I present it to all the people not reading it ( Read more... )

I wanted to write something for you. I was drunk, so this is it:

I'm standing in the rain
with a plastic bag
Kicking myself dark
And thinking of you
I scramble back and forth
Running my hand through the wet in my hair
Puddle dancing.
Crawling from the wreckage
I think of you
Reach for you
Fill you
There's a balloon in my hand
And a weight off my