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Autumn--Unofficial title?Seven days of Autumn, Will they touch you through a veil? Then he saw her, "Beg your pardon?" Since her voice was soft and pale. "Did you hear me?" His voice hardens When she turns toward the rail, She never answers, but she sharpens, Sideways glances, colours fail. And he didn't know she'd sought him, As he'd watched the red and gold, And she didn't show she'd caught him Until it was her eyes that told. Seven days of Autumn, I think that only she could know.Autumn--Unofficial title?
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iris collection.i can see you lookingiris collection.
at me like that, and i really don't like it all
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they all look, theyalllo
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by ~memoriesofporcelain
fool's gold.You see that horizon? Light leaking over from the other side, you’ve wanted that light for a very long time. You see this road? You’ve been thinking you were speeding down it, joy ride? you’ve been thinking it was all yours to travel.fool's gold.
Take another few before the trip, a few for the road, a few for the rest of your fucking life. Asphyxiation by salt water won’t be so bad, you’re used to it by now, right?
You see that nail file?
What you thought you could have, you never will. What you thought you could be, you never
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white.There is something completely terrifying about a blank page. It seems too white, too clean; it is an expectant blankness that gives me the urge to mark it up as soon as possible, but then when I do, I ruin it, and feel bad about that. Is there something satisfying about ruining something that used to be perfect? You tell me: when it has freshly snowed and you walk outside, can you stand do see the snow looking like that, all smooth and vibrant white? No, no you can’t. You want to run all over it right? You want to see it yellow and purple and blue and red and ruined. Ruined. Right? Is that what you wanwhite.
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strings of pearls and breathunderwater they are mermaids. patterns of poolwater-caught sunshine dancing in soft-edged white upon their long legs (tails). red hair like ocean fire and fingers ever reaching for the bubbles, like pearls but from out their mouths. darting up between their fingers.strings of pearls and breath
there are places here, beneath here, beneath the sound of their mother yelling at their father and the loud rough of the neighbour’s dog’s bark, where they can breathe. breathe the dead leaves in water whirlpools beneath their feet and breathe the chlorine, leaving eyes red and hair green at the tips. breathe the quiet of their bodies and their imagined unde
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| writing is the safest outlet and coping mechanism that i have. i can take what's inside of me and store it in a poem, shut it away, and keep it there, outside. things can't always hurt from a distance, when they are trapped within the symbol of a word. B l i n k i n g But freedom dissolves i s when I open my eyes d r e a m i n g. |
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and omg. i dont know whats up but im having writers vomit. i wrote another poem. its so weird... i think its just like revisiting poetry and past is making me inspired. but its funny how different my writing has changed. man. i missed da! lol <3
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im here in st.t until like sunday i think? i am upset you book up so fast! lol. what are you doing tonight? (thursday).. i will fb/text you instead bc i highly doubt youll get this in time.
well i would like to know these stories! WTF! but its okay. friends are not a bad thing love. lol.
also i like your writing personally. from what i read anyways. seriously a lot of it made me like gasp in my head lol. and made me want to write again. i couldnt guess what their about! i am lacking that lately. i tried on one. and some i think i cracked it. lol but who knows. poetry is so hard to dig into.
ANYWAYS.
ill fb you
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lets do it! it would be hilarious to go out in shitty t.
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