January 2011
11 posts
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Someone tell me the definition of 'confusion'. I...
The truth is that no thesaurus, dictionary, or book would give the word justice. Only you could.
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Do you know? I can't wait to get away. Away from...
I’m sorry.
I just don’t belong here anymore.
It’s like there’s a glass wall between us everytime I see you laughing together or planning cozy Friday nights. Or sharing moments. Or arranging Saturday camp-outs. Or screaming like crazy. Or generally just being together.
I’m there and I’m smiling but do you know how you make me feel? That I don’t belong...
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a quadrillion pieces of devastation pierce through you with desperate attempts at a life unmoved, at idyllic direness
because a trillion more reasons exist for them to urge and whisper at your ear insults of yesterday, worse of later
a billion injuries to mark your sorrow they’ll never stop marking your burnt body with destruction’s eve, grief’s escape
because a million more...
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Teach me to speak...
it’s a quarter before midnight and i’m still biting my tongue so come here and hold me and let me be astounded by your presence so i can tell you exactly the things i want you to know
my plume lies there somewhere in those piles of broken buttons and sheathed bones - you don’t need to pick it up pick me up instead because i’m tired of always murmuring your name in between...
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Contingence.
Slam your fist in this glass wall between us I want to see the rage in your eyes - I just want to see and hear and feel and - Perhaps I just need your body flush with mine.
Shed all facades and let me in so close I want to touch and kiss every sinew - Every single inch of - every flaw of y o u r s Perhaps I just need my arms around you. Crash through space and reach unto me I want us to...
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the nights used to be ours
everyday
i’m afraid of the night coming the sky turning black the stars appearing i’m afraid of the nostalgia sweeping over me memories burning away
the nights don’t belong to us anymore our love turning black your voice disappearing i’m afraid i won’t ever forget how it used to be and how it will never be anymore
i’m afraid of the night coming cause...
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December 2010
25 posts
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I am free writing once again because heaven knows...
Everyone is writing about 2010 turning into 2011 and I couldn’t help wish that I’d write as well as them about this matter. But how could I when I can’t write anything about it at all? And it’s not that time flew by so fast and I lost things/people/memories in the midst of it all. It’s not even that I don’t have any resolutions or dreams or plans for the coming...