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the time has come the walrus said...
to talk of happier things. of songs and moons and laughter, birthday cakes and queens. -
there is an orchestra in me
tired of feeling like this, she vows to keep her heart only to herself for the rest of her time, buried so deep inside not even she would be able to reach it. tucked into an endless valley of thorns, no feeling will ever reach her beating bruise of a heart. safety. what's so great about feeling anyway? whats so great about you that she should break ( Read more... ) -
.long.time.no.speak.
when twilight hits the sky i come alive; as if the day i trudged through was merely an obstacle i had to overcome in order to find my heart's rhythm. outside, black soil blends seamlessly into the wine colored horizon as it fades softly into a rich blue, one pink star winking flirtatiously far above my soul. here is where i can finally breathe deep ( Read more... ) -
mia took hold of my throat
here i am again, drunk and disorderly. a toothbrush scraping the back of my throat. empty and raw, i cry for a home i never really had and for people i never really knew. all i need to survive is this painful emptiness, one i force unto myself everytime it wavers. i dont know, and neither do you so why try to answer that which we cannot piece ( Read more... ) -
( ) -->stomach
HELLO MY NAME IS:
gluttonous failure -
blink away
this is when i wish i could just blink my existence away, quick and painless, nothing left but a wisp of smoke. for what is there now? my dreams taunt me or outright reject me, throwing my spirit into a pool of acid, while the day just offers endless pain ( Read more... ) -
what?
hunger hurts and confuses me ( Read more... ) -
nag
ok, i give up. i can't stand the guilt. whisk me away in your self destructive cycle and turn my insides out. feed me only hunger and leave me hollow. -
my tears are saltier than yours...
and they burn trails down my pale cheeks, down my neck, across my collarbone. all i want is for you to steal my tears and feel the lonliness you threw so generously at my throbbing heart ( Read more... ) -
{mo}rose
oh, i have retreated to my dark place and no amount of tugging from your oppressive hands will free me. and do i even want to be freed from this heavy darkness? sometimes i think i'm "in love with my sadness." leave me be, and let me cry inside. don't try to match your pain against mine. i don't fall for that fickle "my pain is more painful than ( Read more... )