February 2012
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if and when this world decides to end, the only regret that i will have is that i never had enough time to love you as much as i couldwouldshould have.
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my hands are cracking,
skin peeling back along
the creases on my palms
they bleed as I tend to
your soft knees, kissing
the top of your feet,
and before you dismiss
me at your royal leisure,
hands outstretched to
your golden eyes, I ask
only to be tended to in
return. crimson passion
drips between my fingers
and you look down as if
repulsed by the color.
love weighs nothing to a...
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sleep peels me
limb from limb
from leaf to
aching leaf
left bare and
beautiful bones
exposed to the
cold of night
shuddering with
each and every
subtle sway
that reminds me
constantly
of how you are
sleep peels me
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there are no clever slew of words i can write to tell you that i think you’re a two.
there is nothing that i can create to let you know that you’re my three
and i want to be your three, too
but alas there’s nothing to be said or written or done about expressing
my numerical passion for you because you’re so far away across
a sea of zeroes and ones
unreachable in the...
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i hate the number two. i hate everything about the number two.
the idea of coupling is unappealing not to mention the actual aesthetics of the awkward, ugly number two.
i prefer three. or seven, not five. not two.
one is okay sometimes.
and now is sometime.
and you’re third on my list
and on yours i’m two.
and i hate that number
for what number one is
and how it ends on two
...
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we all still have a bit of star-dust embedded in our little mechanical hearts
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when it’s all said and done, it’s...
i haven’t written anything substantial in weeks.
but that’s okay, because i’m unsure if words are important to me anymore.
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where time stops
my thoughts are tachyons:
a meaningless hypothetical
cosmic matter that moves
faster than the speed of light
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they’re calling me crazy calling me foolish in my tender loving ways
clouding my heart with doubt manifesting into some painful heart
wrenching and groveling submissive to your touch they’re calling me crazy
my love and no one seems to believe me when i tell them that they’re wrong
or maybe they are right maybe i am crazy but who the fuck is not?
so be it i am crazy i am...
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I used to get butterflies,
sweetly crawling up the
inside of my thighs
they would whisper nectar into
my ears, an infinite brigade
of beautiful butterflies from
the outside in.
I used to get those intimate
honey-dipped kisses
but you slyly opened my rib
cage setting free a bouquet
of winged roses.
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just thought you should know
i see you there
across the room across the country across the world
bright amber eyes
shining something
so sweet, so bright.
i see you there
against the ocean against the sun against the grass
bright amber eyes
closing something
so sweet, so slight.
please don’t shut
those pretty eyes
up i see you there
i see you and you
are so beautiful.
January 2012
104 posts
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“And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again....”
– Mending Wall, Robert Frost
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“yes is a pleasant country:
if’s wintry
(my lovely)
let’s open the...”
– ee cummings
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These things
henrycharlesbukowski:
these things that we support most well have nothing to do with us, and we do with them out of boredom or fear or money or cracked intelligence; our circle and our candle of light being small, so small we cannot bear it, we heave out with Idea and lose the Center: all wax without the wick, and we see names that once meant wisdom, like signs into ghost towns, ...
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I remember how you’d hold my hand and smile, then we’d laugh and walk around for a while. you’re far from me now, inches now miles
“In then end, that’s all there is.”
– Gracious Words (via graciouswords)
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I wish I could be the one you want,
the no one that you need
“Every day may not be good, but there’s something good in every day.”
– Anonymous (via myquotelibrary)
I say the most by showing the least,
find more meaning in soft linen sheets
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i’m an hourglass, and i’m almost out of sand
I’m worthy of your lies
but still not worth your time
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