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11.04.0911.04.09
I am dishonest & bruised.
You are brand new to my skin. You have to remember that, you have to know that I've been broken far beyond what [I'll ever let] you know.
But the situations were unregrettable, the feelings were not.
My knees collect the images I cannot speak of- the burns & ashes I'd forgotten.
Lately, I have been red paper cups & signs, cigarettes & lies or something more along the lines of
I will never know how I let so much go. The sand eats these secrets and so do I.
I cannot fix this myself, &nb
by ~xXdr0psXx
Not youNot you
I've said so many things- I don't remember.
Starting two days after I met him I've had words compiled in my chestbones & floating somewhere between teeth & tongue.
Tonight's not the night. Headlights left scars from refraction or diffusion somewhere I cannot pinpoint.
The time's not right and hasn't been since
And I was wrong about so much. Feelings were pinpricks and numbed limbs, we cascaded around improper situations and danced on dirty carpets where I thought my life would end.
[or at least if it did, t
by ~xXdr0psXx
On speaking and knowingI could have followed you down cold avenue-named streets like a lost cat or more like a tiny pink elephant when you're on laughing gas or dreaming.On speaking and knowing
I would have approached you either way; comfort never comes fast, but you put me at ease.
Lately my throat can't find the words my skull does, I left indents & daydreams in your clavicles & you followed suit.
But still, my lungs have never been those for small talk or casualties- my bones were always meant for more, like speak of drifters or the way the wind catches the stars & refl
by ~xXdr0psXx
11.02.09My insides never turned like heavy metal machinery, my skin went on for miles;11.02.09
I am pickets & bones, the sounds of dogs barking and those of your sighs
I was fixated on situations that would not happen, on tree bark & brown leaves- things are better this way;
I am relapsed- punctured, but whole.
There are softer sounds here, titanium against teeth & lips against skin.
And some nights, alone, I can feel the ashes recollecting.
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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