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champagne nights
Strawberry touched lips, brandish hues of blue,
Breath rising like smoke, and disappearing
Temptation meets you at the door
Tonight we are on the top shelf
Bubbles fizz, tingle on the tongue
Forgetting the golden glitter
Flickering a new dawn on our skin
Salt soaked lungs and shattered champagne flutes
Gave us a hint into what lingered out there in the night
We’re still strangers but that night was ours to become something else.
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Literature
free but connected
We write letters to each other
tapped into our fluorescent screens
thumbs dancing across a touch screen
dancing out poetry that harbours within
hope that this truth would set us free
but yet, still connected
the way a kite is connected
on a shining string to the ground
but still flies high
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Literature
i want my moments to live forever
For seven or eight years now, I’ve been trying to take moments and hold them in my hands. Cupping my hands together and stroking them with my thumbs, like a dying bird. The flashing and burning to hold onto the feeling of that moment, that time. I pin the pictures I take on my wall and carefully arrange them. Curating my museum, that this haunted by lost moments told through mirrors.
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Literature
beware of she who lives in the woods
twirling and whirling
delirious evenings
tulips petals  fall from her pale lips
ivy bursts through her rib cage
the seed was planted in her heart
when she was a lonely child
exploring the woods
sweet vapours curl through her hair
and moonlight slowly drips through her veins
she beckons to them,
the reckless and the brave
deep into the woods
and yet they come
after all their mothers warnings
she whispers of victories
they have yet to behold
and addictions that will
take hold of their hearts
in a dark fist
As she covers their eyes
with her rose bud hands
she turns their hearts to ice
just like hers,
her poppies standing tall
swaying gently in the wind
waiting for her call to strike
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Literature
I am more than my broken pieces
what do you do when the person you need, isn't who they were four nights ago. What do you do when your hair isn't as light as you thought it was and none your clothes don't seem to fit right. What do you do when you are falling apart at the seams and no one seems to notice? When every time you look up all you see is darkness where there used to be shooting stars? You guess they all finally fell out of the sky. But now you can't see anything, you can't see where you are going anymore... you can't remember a time when you knew where you were going and why.  
You're guts have fallen out all over the pavement but your arms are too damn tried to pick them up again, again, again for the seventh time. Seven times, it feels like eternity. Eternity rolled up into one perfect split second is worth an eternity of holding your guts to your body and waiting for them to slip out of your gasp. Regardless of the blood lost; does your heart still beat? What does it beat for? Who does it beat
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Literature
conclusions
I just have to tell you the truth.
I don't think we'll ever make up,
And be friends.
We gamble with our mistakes
Kept secret things we should have said
And dragged the things we should have kept secret
Kicking and screaming into the light
We’ve been playing this game of
Hide and you'll never find it
Buried so fucking deep
For far too long now
Relax, everything is under control.
Just throw it all away, like you always do.
That’s all you know how to do.
Throw away the cards, that the fates dealt you.
Watch us come undone and crumple just for fun.
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Literature
Apollo and Daphne
She knew how he would taste
before she saw him,
like spiced honey and nectar.
She has no appetite for such
succulent feasts and preferred
springs and streams.
In the dappled August sunshine,
she was struck in the chest
with a leaden arrow,
and a twin golden arrow
flicked by unseen hands
landed in his heart.
She declared love her enemy,
never to share her heart
or her bed. She was repulsed
by the idea of unchaste affections.
He grew obsessive,
a desperate kind of yearning
and lust ate at his core.
He felt his need for her
deep in his bones.
Her danity limbs and spry glances
made up his DNA.
She pleaded and ran
he thought that she was his,
this was part of the game.
He grew closer and closer still,
his graceful body and taut muscles
flexing and curling like metamorphic rock
as he chases her, deft footed over soft earth.
He was a hunter.
He was made for this.
As his fingertips reached out to caress her
he felt the warmth radiating from her skin
he pictured the soft pale flesh.
Her streami
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Literature
sixty-seven percent
The easy part was over, she was in.
Crammed between wall and blinking server
twelve percent
the blue fluorescent light
of her laptop
bleaches her features and
halos her head
as her fingers tap
like hummingbirds
thirty-three percent
watching the numbers tick up
holding her breath
tucked under her ribs
where is began to tug and stretch
but she held still
forty-eight percent
an alarm is silently wailing
somewhere far away
they know she is here
they know she is in
in the walls
sixty-seven percent
there's pounding on steel doors
and echoes of heavy boots
marching down corridors
they are closing in on her
like a fist
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Literature
Sirens song
Wind sings between the waves
As they surge and swell
This is where she sings too
Pulling her kelp coloured hair over her shoulder
With lustrous lunar white hands
To untangle with her ornate jade comb
She is the oceans pale watercolour
A smudged of blue in van Gogh’s starry night
Obscured by the silver foam of breaking waves
She was trapped between the waves and wind
The only one of her kind seen this close to shore
In one hundred years or more
In the city, young women wake with wet faces
As if they’d been swimming in their dreams
Tendrils of damp hair under the waking stars
Feeling the salty ocean tang under their fingernails
And up their spines
The next night in their dreams
They found her
And they swam under Pisces, Jupiter and Neptune
Floating on phosphorescence and clear jellyfish
She stayed for a fortnight
To sing enticing melodies
In the ears of young maidens
One by one they joint her
Glowing as soft as stars night after night 
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Literature
my desk
From my desk, I can see the beach. I can smell the salt on the wind; almost feel the sand rising between my fingers.
From my desk, I can see light gliding on the waves. I can hear the symphony of waves rolling in and crashing into my bare calves.
From my desk I can pretend I am at the beach, but I’ve still got my sock on my feet and my feet in my shoes. 
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Literature
Day dream hero
I want to feel weightless and to hold up the sky
Visit pearly pink cities in the cloud
Glowing in the sunsets
I will be a hero to the people
Holding my empty hands outstretched
To hold off the frostbite and the fading light
Under the blackest skies
I will curl my fingers around the last stars
Make an immortal bridge
To tie happily ever afters to
The realm of ever-chaotic tomorrows
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Literature
Summer memories
i.
this town is the colour of tangerines
i hold out my sweetly sticky hands into the blue sky
and wish for never-ending summer afternoons
to stretch out like a black cat in the sun
 
ii.
dandelion seeds on the wind race the clouds across the sky
and we run across green fields, long grass skimming our knees
collapsing breathless to watch lilac dusk take flight
 
iii.
summer smell like citrus, the same way your breath tastes
when you lean in to kiss me, we giggle into lemonade
mouth like upturned lemon slices, ear to ear
 
iv.
we climb trees, you scrapped your palm and it bled a little
the sun dappling on your cheeks filtering though the pine needles
tell me your secrets and teach me to cartwheel on the soft earth
 
v.
concrete footpaths flecked dark with fat rain drops
with another x on the calendar summer afternoons
are fading into memories
grey clouds stretch as far as my eyes can see
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Literature
one big joke
Isn’t it funny that the human race still survives, when we find it easier to leave; than to love. This is a law we seem to live by, leaving people. Songs dip out of car radios and remind us about love, they tell us the truths we don’t want to trust. Does knowing help? Is knowing the fact we can love enough? We get all wound up about love, even if the day started slow love will bewilder you with its sweet tangles and mystification. But I still love it, the way we live to ignore love and pretend none of that is our fault because love is a trap.
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nightmares
They had known. They had known all along.
So he ran, barefoot.
Tumbling over twisted roots
Mutilating branches snagging at his limbs
 
Gasping, drenched and dripping
Feeling every breath
Coated in clay and grime
But they’ll catch him every time 
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Literature
Symmetry
I can care for you, worry about you, be furious with you and even hate you; all while still loving you. 
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Literature
trapped in memories
Instant coffee with a cloud of milk
A phone rings somewhere
But no one answers it
He stares out the kitchen window
At a blackbird silently hopping across the lawn
Peaking at the cold sodden earth
He was not watching the blackbird
He was remembering what he was like
Back then
with them and with her
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Literature
\to broken dreamers\
I'm sorry your blanket softness was met by someone who didn't care for making beds.
And mistook your Love
      and the ache to warm them from the Harshest winters,
as a problem.
When they were always the Answer for you.
when you thought they felt the same.
Only to realize Now,
That the sheets have always been cold on one side
And you slept together,
 but still felt alone.
 
It hangs on puffed rosemary cheeks, this epiphany fit for an epitaph,
                 That maybe
the thermostat wasn't what was broken.
What follows is haunting silence,
    that they might've loved if only they had stuck around
Because the drum-like laughter, that shook bones and turned my sternum into storm clouds,
  doesn't echo like it use to,
As if Loudness is something to be ashamed of. (as if joy should be contained)
Maybe you were made of clay
and let ever
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sometimes they'll want you back
Whoever hurt you,
 will live to regret it.
Because Monday, they'll come back to an empty room.
Spaces on the walls,
where picture frames once slept.
And the smell of someone, they once called home
Stagnant in the air around them.
Sometimes the people we Love
        break our Lungs,
only to find our absence,
 
Suffocating.
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Literature
The Dark Knight
I brandish my sword blade through endless strife,
condemned to shadows of an unjust fate;
I fight so I can justify my life.
With greatsword raised, my strikes shall not abate;
despite the odds, I simply shant retreat,
condemned to shadows of an unjust fate.
The raging fire of stormy hell does beat
with heart consumed by lust for more bloodshed;
despite the odds, I simply shant retreat.
So rise in me this darkest knight instead,
the bride confined inside armor forged black
with heart consumed by lust for more bloodshed.
As darkness strengthens steel, I, too, strike back
against the disdain of society,
the bride confined inside armor forged black.
Alas, with compromised integrity,
I brandish my sword blade through endless strife
against the disdain of society;
I fight so I can justify my life.
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Literature
Prompt: Edits
I've been thinking about titles
chapters, novels, holy books
and the names we give ourselves
bold or italics
and are they subject to change?
I would like to think we are editors
but such revisions can occur
premature, and when is the time
to take red marker
and rewrite the momentary
nature of something
and will it believe the intention
justifies the means
when it involves a detonation;
that sometimes a disassembling
is the greatest form of love
that when I take an international flight
and begin folding your corners
and creating "cut here"
signals along the delicate skin
like a plastic surgeon
it is because the space between us
is suddenly filled with stretch marks
but nothing has grown,
so like a gardener I will deadhead,
apathetically dissect the rot
and call myself a scientist -
realize there is no sentimentality
in the code of facts
but the hope of theories
and hypotheses
and I can only tell you
what I know,
which is that the title
bearing our names
has become harder
to read
I've be
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foreigners
I kissed a boy from
two countries.
We intertwined
like branches - rooted
palm to palm, and swayed
like red maple leaves
in a summer breeze
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Literature
Solus
Sometimes I am empty - the hollow
shell of an egg;
some cavernous alcove of life,
unfertilized.
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Literature
Lustrare
The street lights hung like floating will-o-the-wisps, calling us to make memories: a two lane highway, age broken down into mile markers.
The sleeping town was disrupted by our youth. We were bright colors in monotone scenery. We drove with the windows down. I wasn't wearing any shoes, bare feet on the products of industrial revolution. Bare feet, each sensation a revolution of the pre-conceived, an epiphany of life; I felt reckless with invincibility.
Overnight we acquired a kingdom, the town too subdued to wage war, and the stars were pearled crowns thrown back with our laughter. There was a whole universe in the darkness, life a force of gravity vibrating just under the skin, pulling whole galaxies from itself like a rabbit from a hat. We were gravity bending time into past, present, future: moments captured in the blurring scenery, smearing infinite.
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Blood Stained Glass
Pools of blood are on the floor
Painting shards of broken glass.
Yet we step upon them still
As we talk about the past.
Each time we put our foot down,
The stained mosaic cracks.
Can’t you see it doesn’t change
Who broke it in the past?
The glass opaqued with gore
Will reflect iconoclasts
As will the scarlet sheen.
They will not reflect the past.
The bones and glass inside your feet
Squeal and click and crack.
Your wince is louder than your voice
So why talk about the past?
Sweet merlot drips from our toes.
Our soles are skinned and slashed.
How much letting must we do
To heal from the past?
One day perhaps we’ll drown.
It might be nice at last
To have the crimson fill our lungs
And wash away the glass.
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Literature
I know where she is, right?
   onetwothree
            people running for the hills
       momma's got a gun,
            a shawl to ward off chills
 
fourfivesix
            call me crazy, it burdens you
       monsters on your shoulders
                   you mistook me for a shrew
   and when seveneightnine
            your skin is crawling
        the lights are sparking now
                    your ideals are so appalling 
               
       
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All legs are gone
All legs are gone, the teen brat
lazes on the car and
the afternoon looms massive
on the whimpering retirees;
all legs are gone, all words are
off the rails
in the music there is no soul
not anymore;
all teens melt on their holidays,
young mothers scream
at their discovered age lines
fresh on the mirror
and in a college,
a critic shoots himself
because modernity has
neither heads or tails
one can hook to the theory;
all restaurants brim with scandal,
stressed bachelors
wish they could strangle
the wailing babies
and freshmen pray
for a swift serving
on the explosive monday,
all eggs are gone,
but there is solid milk
but t-shirts are quite tight
on your flanks
even if you sweat for ours
while your cane
orchestrates
new alien cadences on the city;
all eggs are gone,
all the legs were sucked by the toilets
and your brain
was reduced to manure
due the black witchery
of the bard
that mocks you all
on the other side
of the world´s timeline.
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Steadfast
When one’s wings get wet,
you can’t just sit and accept,
what you see.
You must believe.
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The Distance
The day we
felt the distance,
the shells fell
from our eyes,
We knew
the road had
   ended
and with sad
   farewells
severed our last
remaining ties.
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the stakes weren't enough to stop them :iconrandommeandbob:randomMeAndBob 4 7

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Strawberry touched lips, brandish hues of blue,
Breath rising like smoke, and disappearing
Temptation meets you at the door
Tonight we are on the top shelf
Bubbles fizz, tingle on the tongue
Forgetting the golden glitter
Flickering a new dawn on our skin

Salt soaked lungs and shattered champagne flutes
Gave us a hint into what lingered out there in the night
We’re still strangers but that night was ours to become something else.


We write letters to each other
tapped into our fluorescent screens
thumbs dancing across a touch screen
dancing out poetry that harbours within
hope that this truth would set us free
but yet, still connected
the way a kite is connected
on a shining string to the ground
but still flies high
free but connected
100 theme challenge 
77 - test

A good test of any relationship is how free you feel and how connected or tied to that person you feel - at the same time. 
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For seven or eight years now, I’ve been trying to take moments and hold them in my hands. Cupping my hands together and stroking them with my thumbs, like a dying bird. The flashing and burning to hold onto the feeling of that moment, that time. I pin the pictures I take on my wall and carefully arrange them. Curating my museum, that this haunted by lost moments told through mirrors.

Hi guys

Just wanted to show off my new tattoo. This photo was taken on the day, so it's a bit red. 
I just love it so much. It's almost fully healed now too, which is great. 

my tattoo by foxseason

Hope you are having a happy day

Love you,
Jean

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Weidenlied Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
Hello! Thank you so much for faving my stuff^^ Lemme give you a short poem in return:

The ice is melting
and white fur grows brown once more
a huntress raises kittens
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oviedomedina Featured By Owner Edited 5 days ago
Thank you very much for the Watch! Hope you enjoy my gallery!
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PolarAnemone Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the watch and favourites! :sun:
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PennedinWhite Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the favorite, dear! :heart:
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sevvysgirl Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
:iconthxfavplz: I really appreciate it! :-)
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Serendiipitii Featured By Owner Jul 30, 2018  Student General Artist
Thank you so much for the support, I really appreciate it! <3
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cerealnovels Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2018
Thank you 😊 
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:iconthxfavplz: As always, I really appreciate it! :-)
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Ladnavar Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2018  Student General Artist
Tnx for the collectionz!!
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Thank you :)
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