For YouWhen you lose sight of me think back to the lips sucked through teeth, touching tongues then falling back out again. (red lights have never meant stop)For You
I will be hiding under the words I'm not afraid to say to you: I loved you with all the fear in my body, and I love you now,
and I wonder if you know that doubts rest on lilies in springtime, but settle on the breastbone at night. I wonder if you know that lies burn and I drink them down like prayers.
Think about my stomach, soft and warm to offset my cold hands that would snake up yo
The Conflict in His FingersMegan was going to spend the next two weeks in Charleston with her older brother. The five days before she left were dull. She was quiet, tried to avoid arguments with her mother. She was scared that if she upset her mother, she would change her mind about letting her go. And she had to go. She knew there was something happier waiting for her four hours away.The Conflict in His Fingers
She slowly paced around her room looking for things that might be of interest to her while gone. She went through every single jacket she owned, trying them on, seeing which one she would most like to be seen in while there. Her fingers clutched the brown corduroy jack
WalkingI am wearing your jacket and you smell like dry December: dead trees, chapped lips, and cheeks stinging from windblown mist.Walking
There are fish swimming out of your mouth, and they are trying to find me. Words link to their tails but will never make it past my ears.
I'm walking from the ocean and heading towards you: the sea, a lesser version with the same problems. You will pull me under, and I will be another seashell on your floor.
When you take back this jacket, it will smell like fall: the denouem
Peripheral VisionI am the weaver of indecisions, the elusive missonary of truth-- twenty-three minutes until we turn back the clocks and do it all again, this time falling backward and watching the clouds swallow suns down concrete throats.Peripheral Vision
Your eyes hold centuries of blind mermaids, drowning themselves in the fogged green. (I imagine tangling myself in their matted hair and limp arms.)
How do you spray the endless roads of silk out of your fingertips and over your face &nbs
A Song for the UnforgettableI go through each day just trying to be honest but there are some things I still can't say and within secret thighs I pride myself on knowing too muchA Song for the Unforgettable
I found a pinkish flower it smelled a lot like you or maybe that's just me pushing my mind for what I want it to conclude.
I wake up feeling dizzy disastrous mistakes on the rims of my eyes cigarettes leave ashes on my pants but I don't smoke, you're sitting too close
MilenniaThe flint fights its purpose; to be hurt just to create such an element of beauty seems entirely preposterous. "Take a bit of time," you write on the board, "to examine the loud coercions that collide when time and ideas finally make amends, and everything is edible sound consumed by your mind." I learn only how to read, but not how to speak. What is noise to a child, except something entertaining? In Ireland, the four kings sit in a studio lounge, in honor of Tara. What am I missing out on when I remain ignorant and innocent? I wMilennia
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I'm not who I use to be.
You complimented me, that means you=cool...
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My stick figures are highly offended, they want to battle now....
they're a bit aggressive.
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Just thought I'd let you know even though you're reading this right now... and again when you're reading this later, hello!
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MP, Gabriel
I hope you're not all toad sloan with brown bread plates o' meat.... poor lassie.
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"I will hate the man you choose because he is not me, and love him if he makes you smile" -Lan, Wheel OF Time
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