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If white was a colourShe catches butterflies.If white was a colour4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Not brutally or savagely like a hunter would. Gently she watches them, waits until they are ready. She lets them come to her.
She’s not a hunter, she’s a voyeur.
She puts them in glass jars and places them in her window. Only one a day. Only a day for each.
If she keeps them longer, they will wither and die.
They remind her of him, and that is why she watches them. The way they’re unable to feel sadness, it seems. Just like him.
They make her peaceful, and she wishes she could keep them forever.
But she knows she has to let them go. They are transient and she knows with all her heart that th
Shadouge High School Ch.7Later that day, Shadow and Rouge went to the mall; Sonic, Julie, blaze and silver hung out at the pool if you care. After about an hour Rouge and Shadow went to the food court to get something to eat. Shadow went to the counter to pick up the food, while Rouge got a table. Rouge was sitting, waiting for Shadow when two boys approached Rouge.Shadouge High School Ch.73 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey there sexy" the one hedgehog said.
"Whatcha doin here with no one huh?" the other hawk asked.
"I'm not alone for your information." Rouge stated, crossing her legs.
"Who ya with then babe?" the hawk asked.
"My boyfriend" Rouge replied.
"Well what kind of boyfriend would leave his oh so se
L'OMBRE III - SHADOW III(english translation below)L'OMBRE III - SHADOW III2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
L'ombre III
Et la lune s'écroule
En fragments de feu froid
Choyé par les abysses
Mon joli néant
Blond
Frantz, Novembre 2011.
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Shadow III
And the moon collapsing
In fragments of cold fire
Indulged by abysses
My pretty nil
Golden
Frantz, November 2011.
SaturdayWe slept on the floor when you drank.Saturday2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
– Like worried puppies
too small to reach the bed,
and sat with our backs to the wall
by the bathroom while you showered,
we hid car keys,
and telephones.
Peering over ledges,
I watched your listless eyes
wander to windows
thinking of your mother and marriage,
toes curled around the coffee table corner,
and we begged you to sleep.
Zach cleaned the sinks,
the rugs and the ashtrays,
capped the bottles and placed them
high on the shelves.
You woke to cartoons,
a headache, a fresh
pack of cigarettes. –
We never talked on Sunday mornings.
Baby Andrei of Romania1 year ago in Profiles
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A glorious danceOh beautiful strangerA glorious dance3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
May I have this dance?
I mean you no danger
Just twirl in romance
Let's intertwine fingers
Let's hear our hearts
And let us just mingle
While music just starts
I look in your eyes
And I see our bright fate
It seems our love flies
And it seems that it's great
Your eyes just amaze me
They glimmer with light
The way they look at me
It just seems so right
A soft gentle touch
Such a lovely endeavor
I won't ask for much
Just to hold it forever
Oh why should we part
Dear lady adieu
Today in my sleep
I'll be dreaming of you
Fallen Angel3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Goodbye Goodbye9 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Silhouettes.There's never beauty without feeling,Silhouettes.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there's never emotion without pain,
there's never tears without motive.
There's never silence without noise,
or we'd be deaf to the world outside.
There's never hiding without fear,
or we'd be constantly in the dark.
There's never thirst without missing,
or we'd have drowned by now.
There's never inside a place with no windows,
only curtains that are too dirty.
There's never a door you cannot open,
only locks we've lost the key to.
There's never blood without a cut, a bruise,
there's never nothing without having had something.
There's never a message without a meaning,
there's never a word
look, she's crying over him.five years ago--look, she's crying over him.4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
we were all elbows and sheltered self-esteems. we weren’t noticing each other except for bumping knees and walking into each other when walking around corners. we were nameless faces in the middle of the dance floor and hesitant hands touching. i was teaching you how to move gawky feet and a stiff spine, you were hitched-laughter fogging over my ear. we were wide eyes and gangly legs and fast music. we were bubble-gum-breath and coca-cola-fingers, breaking apart like nervous colts at the end of the song.
and all the parents said: ‘look, how sweet, she’s his first dance.’
two years ago--
we were all che
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