Like Cement It Doesn't Dry.I prepare for the alleys walked without you that sneak and snake their way throughLike Cement It Doesn't Dry.
this eternal city (I know that there is something eternal about you and me but the words have yet to find their way to me.) like the first time your fingers found my hair. Do you remember the silences between us? I think the cosmos in us exploded simultaneously and met in the air
we shared and neither of us will ever be the same. (Awkwardly, I have tried to ignore this fact- tried to ignore the fact that, in fact, I need you.) And those eyes are so honest
like fir
PulchraEverything makes sense in these sheets. I find myself drawing sketches of Spain across the your naked velvet skin. Quarter notes dance down the dips of your hips as I trace them with my voice. I promise I won't speak above a whisper. I wake up to sunflower mornings- sore in all the right places, content even if this is the wrong place for me to be right now.Pulchra
But the world is not nearly as orderly as we'd like to think of it, painted upon a plastic globe in the highschool classrooms we remember. Clear boundaries of right and wrong and green and blue and
A New Year's HarangueLudic kisses traveling down my neck like the coquetry of sparrows. Frenetic fireworks ignite in explosions of orange and red and blue and green and white and I’m at a loss for words to explain how perfect this moment is. The only words I want are his. His consonants and vowels reverberate between my eardrums; I decorate them with my precatory resolutions. A spindrift of champagne is flavored with the sweetness of his skin. He turns his back to me and writes a love song. I touch his neck. Please don’t let him notice the tears that are tainting my eyeliner. I am now convinced that there is no better way to begin a year than by falling in love.A New Year's Harangue
Swingplaygrounds remind me of you. imagining you as a child- your first scraped knee. dirt, blood, and tears. i wonder if you dreamed of me as i wished for you. drawing awkward pink hearts on the sidewalk. lemonade stands and paint-covered hands. remembering the way i'd seesaw between swooning and seasick. sand between my toes- being pushed back up into sunsetting skies, then dragging my toes in the dirt when i feared the height. my heart skipping stones like that was all the accomplishment one could wish for in the world. and it's like falling in love when you're five years old. writing out the theory of love in green crayon. afterwards, discussiSwing
These letters running awayThese letters running away from the left break from my pen and land on the page shattered mirrors of my thoughts. I hate the emptiness, I hate the past, and I hate the future. Water dripping up from fountains and exploding when it hits the pool. Light burning under the surface like a Sun that forgot where to go. Instant reminders of the emptiness in between—two ends on a line drawn in disappearing ink. I saw it for a moment, I recognized the truth and it was so clear to me, but then my vision blurred and all I saw was the snow again, a winter that never leaves. There’s a blanket eveThese letters running away
october 13
this is a message to ppl who were watching Mr-Apocalypse89...the user has now changed to this account.
please feel free to visit my new stuff
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i'll make the most of it, im an Extraordinary Machine...
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Aime la vie et la vie t'aimera.
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like a sunburn i would like to save.
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...cup is empty!
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i'll make the most of it, im an Extraordinary Machine...
keep it up
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---If you hate someone, you suffer the consequences---Takeshi Kitano, Battle Royale.
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No matter what happens now
I won't be afraid
Because I know today has been the most perfect day I've ever seen.
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