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because i am a cynic today.today you give yourself awaybecause i am a cynic today.
to roads
seen only through windows wet with rain; a sign says
we are fifteen minutes out of town,
but we say we are two years out of luck
you surrender to a map
(but it can never be of life)
and so we are still lost
and no,
we will not find god here.
by ~Amertie
damn.you sit, staring at cracks in white walls. lyrical memoriesdamn.
repeat and your only thoughts are of this summer –
how on diving boards, you hesitate before
jumping; how on friday nights
you reject
drunken bonfires for a hole you dug
in the sand
to hide from noise;
how red 'x's are scratched
on papers, crumpled
and left in corners
and how turning right
isn’t always possible.
by ~Amertie
a promise.i ama promise.
a summer day, riding a bike and
crashing; i am scarred, scraped knees but i am
healing. i am in a city of leaves, hiding
from letters and numbers. i am the ice pressed against skin,
raising goosebumps; i am the powder drifting from the sky,
and i am the grass peeking from underneath white.
i am life.
by ~Amertie
a poem about your skin.you are covereda poem about your skin.
by land, a lithosphere, a continent sprinkled with snow. i watch
sky-water run off your surface, leak into cracks. i name your freckles after cities,
your eyes after oceans. you are a world, my world, but this
is only a layer.
by ~Amertie
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triskaidekaphobia.i.triskaidekaphobia.
the wind blew a little differently and something in her changed between the crossed-off calendar days of june and july. she bought herself a dictionary and moved to spain, where she sat on the beaches and sketched abstract portraits of local children.
iii.
no longer can the birds or their dragon babies
trap her glances and she wanders into and out of space.
v.
she tried to teach him the best parts of hot chocolate and norwegian sweaters in february but she couldn't manipulate the procession of flower petals as they m
by ~iLISI
makeshifts and shooting starsdear diary,makeshifts and shooting stars
if my calculations are correct, this is day 24.
24. the number of circles i've walked around sky-scraping hopes in worn-down shoes filled with sand and salt.
24. the number of makeshifts i have learned to make from things that once washed up on the shore (just like me).
24. the number of songs stuck in my head that prevent me from hearing the ocean.
24. the number of stars i count before falling asleep.
i look up at the sky and catch myself wishing upon every
by ~latestepiphany
Your Life Is A Sad Songin the wake of your nightmares in placid pools tears ripple the water and disrupt an entire thought memories and feelings seizure with the tides a thought, a dream, a wish, a whisperYour Life Is A Sad Song
we'll hide under white sheets and laugh as the day wares on and the sky is murdered in its sunset hues it will cast over us in an orange glow a warning that night is on its way
lets ride your fears and see where they take us through fields of despair or cascaded blood waterfalls dark pools of enmity and streams of broken things why don't we go swimming in the shards
[lets
by ~TheUsed-Genuine-Fake
frightmaresfrightmares
i. she's painting a mosaic of pain in her backyard. she watches a thunderstorm in the distance, and wonders why something so beautiful is crying. she also wonders why all her crying doesn't light up the sky like that.
ii. sixteen years of wasted life + her whole life ahead of her to untangle these threads. but as she loosens them she realizes that they're a little too loose -- and everything starts to fall apart.
iii. time is too great of a distance. she wants to cross infinity but there's nothing left
by =ItsxMagik
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I don't know, why you decided to leave DA, but It would be wonderful, if you come back soon.
I miss your breathtaking poetry so much.
I wish you all love and happiness in the world <3
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I will love again
Even if it takes a life time to get over you
greetings from indonesia
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Kiss the thorns as if they were petals...'
as something better in this world,
if there's anywhere else you write,
please let me know (:
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there's beauty in the breakdown.
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Bagh
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Bagh
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glitter spills from her eyes,
and everyone marvels at just
how strong she seems to be.
blog . subeta . twloha
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I'm escaping the pain,
So let me.
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~Love is something you feel when you're sick of having the guards stare at you.
~OK, I know what a Kite is, and I know what an Orca is, but...what's a Balmung?
~Pooh Bear, I think you think too much.
~Sugar is the equivalent of alcohol for children.
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