UnrequitedThere is a feeling right behind my eyeballs When I close my eyes I can feel the dull ache It resonates in my skull like an echo screaming I want you to know, but it wouldn't help I'm only there for convenience sake Just when there is no one else to talk to You tear me asunder, and all the little pieces They float away in the wind. A hurricane of torn paper and twisted organs.Unrequited
I wish I was youThere is a photo A photo that sits on my desk Day after day It shows happy people Finally escaping the clutches of high school One girl stands in the middle Her head cocked to the side A wicked grin It saddens me to say I will never be you again You have a glint in your eye and I know you’re happy I wish I could freeze you in that moment Life could stop and you would always be happy In the photo I love so dearly, I cannot see your shoulder bones sticking out I cannot see bruises on your hips and elbow I do not see your skin so dry that it flakes offI wish I was you
Not so differentI cannot help the way I am But you still think it’s my fault This exit sign will always make me remember You and how you felt When I can be so empty and hollow It’s the best feeling I could ever feel And you know what? We’re not so different after allNot so different
BlissSometimes I can’t stop scratching And you’ll know I’m enjoying every nail mark By the stupid grin on my face And you’ll know I’ve swallowed a pill or two By the glassy look in my eye And you’ll know my mouth is dry When I can’t get the words out And you’ll know at least I tried Because I’m looking at you like you should know And you’ll know I’m only half aware Because there’s tears in my eyes And you’ll know because I’m laughing But how could you know? You’ll know because I’ll walk awayBliss
My Boyfriend's MistressHis knuckles forever drum on tables, walls, countertops, so in tune, in rhythm with the world I barely hear it anymore, save the gentle dance swirling through the bones of my hips, yet today he chooses another, his hand softly cradled around its neck, tenderly testing pressure points and I, quiet, watch him coax out music, watch as it drips from his fingers like dew, strings glistening, and though my hand moves to his knee his eyes are nearly shut now, busy teasing sunlight notes into prism-rainbow melodies until he is lost somewhere between yellow frets and indigo chords, andMy Boyfriend's Mistress
March, 2004Soon enough, it got hard for me to ignore the pebbles of broken glass buried in the seatsMarch, 2004
of her attempted-suicide car, or the night you cut open your legs
only to find them filled
to the brim with nothing but cold blood and fresh ice.
I could smile but I was stuck in your war- time car crash, fighting to breathe over the exhaust, the sky dark and thick with the unspoken, and she, your mother, was confined to forced peace, rounded corners, no butter knives or shoelaces, hidden scars, white light and white, white walls.
Everyday
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your pretty face gets you far with guys
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"Life is a great big canvas; throw all the paint you can at it." - Danny Kaye
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AL [link] / SerdarAKIN [link]
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Born in the Wrong Decade
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DesigN Is PleasuRe
~MMUindonesia
~Nikon-Minded
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Born in the Wrong Decade
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DesigN Is PleasuRe
~MMUindonesia
~Nikon-Minded
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Rage, rage against the dying of the light ~ Dylan Thomas
Yaninah
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Yaninah ♥ Falconia
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