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My dreams and youFor the first time ever, I dreamt of us in correlation- I loved you like I do.My dreams and you
That old stranger came back, sharp cracked teeth hungry for my heart because I had given in before. His dull fingers were keys to my heartcage, he used to live finger-wrapped inside as I suffocated and cried on late nights when I feared I'd never see the daylight again.
And I loved you, then.
I loved you even when I was pinned between him and his deceptive voice that spoke repulsively sweet of surrender, love, escape.
I loved you when I pushed away and ran; I w
by ~xXdr0psXx
LetterHello,Letter
Lately, my darling, the stars have wept without you. The waves will always crash for a chance to kiss your skin & I will too.
Lately, my darling, I can't stop thinking of us, all tangles & limbs & sand. My heart doesn't beat the same- it's all sideways & trying to escape through bone.
And maybe I will cut this out and fold it up- mailed to you all full of ink & pushing at the seams. Because this is how lovenotes should be.
And darling, I will miss you every time we say goodbye. Our eyes & lips that never want to depart, but I will sing &
by ~xXdr0psXx
One and TwoToday is fifteen degrees too hot, slow and on the verge of lonesome.One and Two
My hair and bedsheets hold remnants of twenty- thirty eight last night; too much sand and clouds, too many [or not enough] bruises
I found you at roughly twelve some night or morning, we were both trapped in tough angles of sleeplessness and fear. There are things I never told you about the night we met or the weeks before.
I didn't want to be shrink-wrapped in places I didn't belong, uncomfortable or unsettled and falling along dirt roads, side streets and arms.
You breathed
by ~xXdr0psXx
16I want to say these things to you- that my voice box was never quite healed, that my instincts give way to those scents; I can be temporarily blinded.16
I know teacups & kneecaps really have no meaning, that bed sheets are only metaphors & I feel for you more than shoe laces or telephone wire, even it's incessant hum at six oh two in the morning or evening.
I want to write to you that I feel like I cannot create anything beautiful these days, my world is awash and my thoughts are silent metaphors instead of the ones that would leave you breathless
by ~xXdr0psXx
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- Current Residence: In my head
- Interests: Everything
- Favourite movie: Dead Birds, Edward Scissor Hands, Donnie Darko, Abandon, Speak, Legend of the Fall
- Favourite band or musician: Nine Inch Nails, Stabbing Westward, Fischerspooner, Sublime, The Doors
- Favourite genre of music: Most
- Favourite artist: Nature
- Favourite poet or writer: Bukowski & the people I watch
- Favourite style of art: The expressive kind.
- Operating System: My thoughts
- Shell of choice: Conch
- Skin of choice: Softly freckled
- Favourite gaming platform: Sheets
- Tools of the Trade: Pen, paper, camera, charcoal
- Website: http://boxed-in-hearts.deviantart.com
- Email: xblackra1nx@hotmail.com
- AIM: xblackra1nx
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Love is my favorite food.
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Stock account: ~Simplicity-Stock
This shade of ordinary burns my eyes
simplicity, i despise
in simplicity i'm disguised.
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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*CharlyBr, campeur et sans reproches
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Says he's a poet
This time he's gonna blow it
'Cause he's dancing with his ego
I took a vow of silence
When he reads his work to me
I swallow words like a placebo
-Flesh Mechanic, Placebo
How about you?
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Love is my favorite food.
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