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Revisited.Serenade the sun with a shadow a glimmer of gray on the sill-- heather on the breeze, shifting scent across the passage.Revisited.
Looking down upon creation-- an earth never felt, only seen. A life lived on the inside of
the outside the screams.
Listless, restless, a ray of sun battered upon the floor-- scattered by planks and cotton; beams of metal steaming with the last warmth of winter. Greeting the silent soul of summers first shy appearance.
Green eyes take it all in, the black coat shifting to brown a lost breath missing th
by ~laComtesseBlanche
Brought into Light.The scent of freshly cut grass in spring, the taste of the past lightly brushedBrought into Light.
upon lips… teasing the memory—
The scent of towels fresh from the dryer perfectly folded, next to the sheets— still creased from a perfect sunrise.
How many times do we reflect, before reflection becomes cold? How many times can you genuflect, and grace the sight of God with tears in your eyes, calling out vast favors to the skies…unanswered…
How many years will pass before our last transgression is masked by the fear we shared, and the running, o
by ~laComtesseBlanche
59.This is the part of me no one sees the part that everyone believes, all this religion that classifies a race the game of status, emphasis on a face, invisible to the future of a past that alters its name and continues to hide, behind traditions that remain the same.59.
Changes evaded in the making
of an opinion, all of my beads concocted to this dominion, the traces of growth ignored, all that’s seen: a silhouette of a shadow, a lineage unclean; all these lies never told and yet still believed.
It’s all lying in wake, swimming in the val
by ~laComtesseBlanche
The Children of this Fantasy.These wings of feathers; a wisp of wind, fresh air carrying them by. These hands that hold me above the sky, an eternity to scrape awayThe Children of this Fantasy.
the details; the inside of the empty jar, the last ray
of sunlight before all the color is drained from the sky;
replaced by the lines of life after death, the stars
glittering, mapping out the history of our future, our time after we have left. These are the days that float by on the water, consuming me slowly as I falter; slowly, so slowly, I am walking forward; I am shoveling away the distance, calmly gliding through the resistance. Thes
by ~laComtesseBlanche
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The Next CallPaced within the solitude of a beating heart, Her words echo into his ear, Shifting, swaying, softly portraying, His echo in the beat of her heart.The Next Call
She talks of her day, The cheap cafe, She recieved his flowers, And she waited all day, To talk to him tonight, For hours.
He spoke of his feelings transcending, Above the failure of decending, Where he'd gone, was at and has been, Called her 17 times between message sending, To hear her voice, On her answering machine.
Over a thousand miles apart, And yet he's talking into he
by ~crypticpoet
20-20hindsight is 20/2020-20
I never truly understood those words, not until now.
hindsight is 20/20
When the darkness came and the sky fell down, I should have asked for help. But I didnt.
hindsight is 20/20
When I saw those marks, those gashes on his wrist, I should have tried to stop him. But I couldnt.
hindsight is 20/20
When I called and he pushed me away with a cracking voice, I should have stayed and talked. But I didnt.
hindsight is 20/20
When he hihd from me his &
by ~MakiTriakor
whys and whereforesyou know the way my heart very nearly stops each time i see you rend another hole in the thin veil through which you see your star-crossed worldwhys and wherefores
your fingernails stubbornly
c r a c k the delicate skin over your vulnerability and you
gasp
as the last drops of hope drain out to bathe your wearied brow and then disappear to a thin vapor that makes you
choke
as you fight to breathe in
a desperate search for whys and wherefores as the powers that be berate you make you feel so small
by ~AnimaCaeli
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- Current Residence: Binghamton University
- Interests: Partying, Poetry, People, Pleasure
- Favourite movie: Thirteen--every young girl should watch this movie.
- Favourite band or musician: Fall Out Boy, Relient K, Acceptance, Sugarcult, Straylight Run, there are two many...
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