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softenedthe sky whispers,
ribbons of crystalline quiet,
same shade as the angel dust
you shivered every time we were
in the darkness, we were
sorry birds searching for
open dawns. you, the
swan, me, the
black as night and
just as hopeful.
and there were poems
written in your skin, universes
blooming in your hands; your eyes
were a December sunrise saving me
from any sleep.
I’ve decided that
people are a composition of
all their greatest memories—and you,
you were always the most
beautiful piece of
Two SoulsCould I touch a silent thought?
Could I know the colour of a word?
Could I hear the universe full of stars?
Could I hold the sea in my arms?
Could I stroke your voice?
Could I live in your heart?
A song never sung
A paper never drawn
A game never won
A man never loved
A flower that moves
A bird on my hair
A tree always blue
AirI want to lose myself
in an illogical need
I want to remember
how to breathe.
What is Air
if not you?
Pull Me ClosePull me close
Hold me tight
Tell me silently
That it’ll be alright
‘Cause when you’re near
I feel my heart beating,
When I see you
I feel alive,
When you hold me
I know it’s OK,
And I revel in feeling
The sound of you breathing
With your heart right next
TnM: Me amas real o no?Era un soleado día en Daneville, nuestra pelirroja favorita aun dormía plácidamente –u-
Isabella: Marie ya levántate
Marie: 5 minutos más *se tapa la cabeza con la almohada*
Isabella: ¬¬ Marie
Marie: bien bien*se levanta y se empieza a listar*
Isabella: bueno te veo abajo *se va*
Marie: lalalala oliendo las lindas rosas *cambiándose*
OoOoOoOoOoOo DEPUES DE CANTAR Y ALISTARSE OoOoOo
Marie: *se va a las escaleras*
¿??: Te quedaste hablando con jazz toda la noche de nuevo?
Marie: bueno podría decirs-..Papa?!! Como lo sabes?
Phineas: tengo contactos
Marie: o metiste grabadora
The Mosaic and The Wanderer.Yes this whole has been beaten down, broken now in decrepitude.
Scattered, thrown here or there by wanders kicking loose pebbles.
A stranger strolls and sees a stone to keep for his own collection.
He didn't hear the rubble cry as another part of them is stolen.
That was the day the sky turn gray with a storm of unknown magnitude.
Flooding rain washed what pieces remained into a shallow puddle.
In sediment they settled, put back together by this muddy concoction.
As the day exsiccates a mosaic is made and a soul has been awakened.
A woman rises from the sand to search for a man, and the part of her he's taken.
He loves to stroll and walk alone, his thought always so bestrewed.
Wander, meander where time doesn't matter. He's tired of a constant dribble.
Remembering the trinket he reaches in his pocket, and is startled with a pulsing motion.
Pulling out hi
I LoveDear Lover,
I love what we have,
And not what we need,
Or should be:
I love the way we function,
When we're nearly dead,
The way you:
I love the way my heart thuds,
When I relinquish the sweet air
In exchange for:
Your toxic fumes,
And I choke.
I love it,
I love it,
I love you.
Sincerely, the Heartbroken
Condemned AloneI always fail in love;
No matter the man I'm with,
He will leave eventually.
My heart rarely smiles
Ripped apart like a curtain
Of memories that
Fades with morning light.
And if I put my trust in you,
Will I regret it, only time will know.
Inside, I seethe
In rage, crying.
Why am I built
To spend a
I'm not sure what to believe;
All these years exposed to lies,
I am filled with bitterness.
I am their puppet;
They reduce me to worthlessness
Incapable to thrive.
Too scared to leap beyond the moon
Where lovers reside in harmony.
Inside, I seethe
In rage, crying.
Why am I built
To spend a
Lesbian first kiss~laying together, on the bed.
Not touching, I go closer in
Snuggling into you a bit
I play with your cheek,
you play with my hair
I go closer and snuggle..
This time my head
is gently on your shoulder
You snuggle back into my neck
Looking at your face, then your eyes
Your eyes are looking at my lips
I gently grab your chin and lift
I can see your face in perfect view,
you get scared and look down..
I reassure you with a hug.
Look back into your eyes
grab your chin and kiss..
I can feel our lips tremble,
frightened; wanting more
Slowly but gently kissing
explosions of emotions
Beams of sweat on palms
We part away for a second
We kiss again with more confidence
touching each others bodies
stroking slowly, at each others curve
~Love~Love is like power
its strong but can only last so long...
Many people believe there is a red string connected with your soul mate
But strings can snap eventually...
Golden hearts connected together.
Then to rust and break...
love can make you happy and positive
but also sad and negative
very regretful too...
But pay close attention, you'll only get this once.
Pick your partner carefully.
They may just pick your forever..
Desirable SweetnessSkin is so soft so sweet, for it melts in my mouth like chocolate, it makes me wonder if you have ever
Been in love before, for I am eager to know if anyone else has been able to taste your desirable churned
Sweetness, for it makes me quite jealous for someone else has touched you first, seeing your hidden
Away treasures when hearts flourish and beat as one, as the lights dim to see such gloomed pleased
Eyes in an embowered place, in which empowers the sweet aroma of the occasion, such sweetness
Haunts my very soul, and has relished in the faery power of my unreflecting love……
Snapshots of usthe grass doesn’t grow here;
it’s all picket fences and five millimetre lawns
but ours is a jungle, guarded by thorns
as we entwine, anchoring each other
sunshine bathed and blurry
with Narnia tucked behind the beehive
still we’d rather be nomadic than settle
(we are blinkered but bolting)
and smoke and mirrors have more substance than
this hushed hunting for the other shoe
and the lipstick stains on your collar
it feels a little incestuous
but we chose the second circle
and dark matter is a time-bomb, ticking
so I sink into you again (and again)
rooting for salvation beneath your husk
and hoping we’ll find right
rippleshow many ripples you can cause
in the ocean of someone's heart,
each person has a tidal system they must abide and sometimes,
(even though you know better than to fight the waves)
you can't help but fool yourself into thinking
you can dive a little deeper.
(even though you're running out of air already)
and i am already becoming an expert in
clasping my hands together just right
so that it feels like someone else's fingers
interlaced with mine,
i know how to drape one leg over the other
to make it seem as though it's your ankle touching my foot
i press my back to the pillow beside me,
pretend its more than
just my body warmth heati
That Thing Called LoveA moment
Can be written
Star-kissed SpineShe has this air about her
that I don't quite understand.
It's as if her spine is the night sky,
caressing the heavenly bodies
of the planets on her skin.
like that of a porcelain doll.
She is fishnet and lace,
black and white,
and all the in-betweens.
I'll take her star-kissed spine
and she can have my battered rib cage,
my sore, slow heart
if only she'll take them.
MoralityThe horrors of eternity,
Are stored within an eye,
The hourglass turns endlessly,
The time is passing by.
The eye is focused flawlessly,
Looks down from the sky.
Our sins inspected as we flee,
From judgment on the fly.
And judgment comes unerringly,
The fateful day we die.
Instincts tell us constantly,
That something is awry,
And everyone is fruitlessly,
Hiding from the eye.
And finally morality,
Gazes from the sky.
HopelessnessThe siren sings a wayward song,
And drags us from where we belong,
But deep inside it all feels wrong,
When songs are sung and traps are sprung,
And our enslavement has begun,
Emotions hid within us wrung,
By giant hands, and then were flung,
Down to the earth,
Warmth of false hearth,
And of happy freedom a poignant dearth.
Hammer, Tanner and AnvilLoves part in romance is that of a hammer,
Sung against the soul as an anvil,
And the heart is the metal thats caught in between.
And the blacksmith speaks unto the tanner,
Have you a new-tempered heart to fill,
My daughter to make her this mans queen.
He looks on the youth, oh so dapper,
A youth whose blue eyes are piercing as drills.
As the smith shakes his head the man looks to those eyes,
And finds where the heart of his daughter has been.
Those blue piercing eyes played the part of the anvil,
Holding the heart and swinging the hammer,
They tempered her heart and took it for his,
He holds her soul gently within hi
Drive DrunkFlies buzz around the corpse,
And the people cry for the loss,
Lost because of a misguided toss,
Rolled the dice when he should have walked.
Sleep comes unto the wife,
As she mourns for the loss of the love of her life,
Dreams take her to the sorrowful sights.
The next day dawns slowly and the people cry out,
Where is our friend, is the general shout,
And tears come to her eyes as she fights one more bout.
Hes no longer with us, hes no longer there,
Because of the dice he tossed in the air,
Fate took him last night without a care,
Those dice landed wrong once tossed in the air.
The crowd was s
But He Loves MeInnocent flirting has begun,
Eyes meet, mouths run,
Sweetest guy in the world,
Thats the way it seems.
First date, goodnight kiss,
Words about how much hell miss,
His one and only favorite girl,
Oh how cute and sweet.
First month she sees a friend,
And he says never again,
She obeys cause hes so nice,
And so is paid the first small price.
Fourth month she doesnt call,
He flips out and makes her fall,
First shove and thus begins,
The horrors left to haunt her dreams.
Sixth month she tries to leave,
He beats her round the room,
And so it starts, that horrid dream,
She cries and thinks
Price of WarShe holds his head within her arms,
As his lifes essence passes on,
Undernea th the cherry trees,
The falling blossoms, all he sees,
She asks him why he went to war,
To see the skies and sail the shores,
To save you from what I abhor,
To bring you peace forever more.
But all she wanted was his love,
Yet, even so, hes sent above,
The cherry blossoms turn the light,
Deep pinkish-red after the fight,
And the poor man takes his final breath,
A tear is shed for love he left.
Three WordsThree words people dream of each night before sleep,
Three words parents teach of with birds and with bees,
Three words grant a smile and set things to ease,
Three words people wish for to bring sweet relief.
Three words that were given and taken away,
Rip out a heart, leave a soul disarrayed,
A smile is broken, the sky fades to grey,
Three words became false and a heart fell astray.
Pick up the pieces, its never the same,
Three words once they're stolen are forever changed,
A burden so heavy it borders deranged,
Weighs down shoulders and hearts to leave a soul drained.
So when saying three words, please make sure they're true,
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