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Red Riding Hood.2 years ago in Conceptual
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I forgot to forget you.I forgot to forget you.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once you told me you didn't like the way I curl myself towards you
And that I shouldn't walk with my feet facing the other because it was childlike
I took the long way home that night thinking about what you said, staring at my feet
Forcing them to point forward. Every time they disobeyed I pinched myself till my thighs were anesthetized,
So now I can’t feel my legs.
I’ve always written the words you’ve said to me and posted them around my room,
I'd bite my lip, as the sun hit the L in useless,
Us-(e)-less. Imaging the way the words rolled off your tongue
That day I found you sitting on the edge of my bed reading y
Asleep or No..."If I could capture allAsleep or No...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the beauty in the world, I
think I would die from
euphoria," you told me while
I just swelled up, expulsion of
liquid overflowing these tiny tear
ducts and I realized you had
reeled me in from my single-man
voyage in the middle of ocean mouth
canvas wide, brush strokes yearning
for touches and caresses from your
artistic arm length stretches, all for
a chance to show me that those greeting cards,
teddy bears, ribbons and sloppy
kisses aren't overrated, it's not a
lie - stark familiarity isn't a bad thing
and kissing you is ever better.
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You hate me, you told me, when I
make it feel like a thousa
Hearts In Flux - WIPMy morals would not even lend my heart the thought that it would be acceptable, justifiable to love another woman, not as long as my wife, my ever loved wife has it still, no, not at all. It's just that, and I want you to understand with the utmost certainty, that for a brief moment in time, I lent my... my lips to hers. As a gesture of good... faith I knew she needed, in reassurance, you see. So that she would know that I would be there for her, be able to lift her spirits out of any distressing times and circumstances that might arouse themselves in the future. I am merely a decent citizen, someone who would do the same for anyone, though IHearts In Flux - WIP5 years ago in Historical More Like This
Dragonflies In the Nightsky.3 years ago in Surreal
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Warm Whisphers II3 years ago in Surreal
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Little Feat.3 years ago in Conceptual
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reverting to the happythere is a change coming,reverting to the happy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pulsing from the depths,
coursing, a reckoning
and burgeoning feeling,
some kind of heavy.
and i told myself,
this is the string chorus,
this is the sun-ray filled window,
this is the newness sung about,
the fantastic in colors real,
the quick step to a slow song.
and i don't love you -
not anymore.
breaths and illusions,
fog mirror, i washed
pretensions down the drain -
this is the truth speaking,
a fortunate honesty i
can share finally.
and i told myself,
this is the string chorus,
this is the sun-ray filled window,
this is the newness sung about,
the fantastic in colors real,
the quick step
SmileNo one's going to love you, no one will remember your name.Smile2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sound of your laughter will fade with every breath you take
Strands of hair fade as you age, each grayer than the last.
You are dying.
loveless and alone, your fragile fingers are holding themselves together to be reminded of what it feels like to be held.
Eyes closed as an unfrozen smile ripples across your face,
You'll no longer dream of a love you never had, complacent and content,
You dream.
That beautiful hat, flower – carefully pinned to the liner of your coat, dressed in your finest, you will dream of your funeral party that no one will attend.
But, I wa
your Guardian Angel:Gay love 23 years ago in Surreal
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G r a v i t y3 years ago in Surreal
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Like Something From American..She said, "You know something likeLike Something From American..4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a dollar or a piece of paper or a plastic bag
that you try to pick up on a windy day,
you get close to it and just then it starts
to move away and you're looking completely
ridiculous chasing this bag around a parking lot?
Every moment you think it's rested from the wind's
gust, and your outstretched hand goes for it,
it moves suddenly, you know? That's how you
are every time I try to get close to you."
He stared out into the distance.
"I feel ridiculous trying to pick you up,
running around in this parking space of hearts
and fears and everything in between where Leprechauns
and golden nugge
I Love You MoreHe said, “I bet ifI Love You More4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ate fireflies,
I'd light up something
wonderful and special
and then I'd be the perfect
man you'd always want.”
She grimaced, said to
stop reading Alice in
Wonderland, to stop
being such a dreamer,
stop talking in abstract
ideas and nonsensical prose.
It's. Not. Healthy.
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He hand wrote a little
chapbook for her, poems
and thoughts, his deepest.
Pricked his finger,watching in
fascination as the sanguine
liquid dripped, splatter small
in the corner of the cover page.
She would always have a piece
of his heart near-by.
He found it abused and dogeared
through use of neglect in corners
The smallest Print5 years ago in Expressive
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I won't forget you know,
I can't forget anything.
The trouble with me is I think it's all worth remembering
A winter dress worn in autumn coloured day
A weeping boy sitting in the armchair of a barbershop, he has melted sweets in his hand.
A Deer roaming through the rainforest at 1am
The first time I laid eyes on you, the moment you asked of my name
I forgot everything else
Everything has changed 3 years ago in Surreal
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The Yellowiest DecemberShe was atheist andThe Yellowiest December4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he was a painter who
believed in everything
and the world, the glories
it held, endless fountains of
knowledge to be obtained.
"It's an amazing situation,"
he mused, running his hands
through her red hair.
She believed in asbestos,
that it was her favorite
color and he believed that she
needed more things to believe in.
He ate cranberry sauce while she
read him poetry about cats and disciples
and classical compositions and the
relevance in it all. It
was all he could do to say, "Wow,"
staring at the sky, effusion of clouds
draining, pouring out before dispersing.
Her blue flower dress smelt of
chamo
Bound9 months ago in Animals
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