

WhispersI repeated the lines of a novel I knew so well in my mind;Whispers
Creatures of the textile ocean. Swimmers in a sea of colored fabric
The words painted images and consumed me with thoughts related and unrelated. As I started to pick at the fluff that stuck out of the warm gentle blanket that covered my fears, I sat perplexed. The fabric molded itself against my body, I dared not move. A soft murmur against my ear speaking of quick-fix products that would change my life, started to increase in volume as I realized my head was resting against the radio. I shifted my head, lifted my arm to switch the deceitful voic


rationalityGripping the glass with a strength knowingly would never let it shatter. I eased the pressure for a second and knew exactly what would relieve this bitterness. It was over in a flash as I watched smashed glass pieces glisten on the white tiled kitchen floor. It seemed selfish, usurious, stubborn to hold on so strongly. My mouth unsuppressed every bottled up emotion, my voice hoarse and strained.rationality
Your eyes glaring, Too fearful to hold your gaze
Haunted.
Harsh words that scarred
Hands that left wounds Remember?
To love you dearly Never to betray Unconditional. &n


the old houseI stumble three paces backward. His hand leaves a lasting throbbing imprint on my cheek and as I try to regain stability in my legs, a shaking sensation within my throat starts to form and seconds later I cough, leaving a splattered bloodstain soaking into the carpet. I stood agape in front of him wondering if it was over; hoping it would be. He is glaring, shouting, heading towards me. I close eyes and wait for the inevitable.the old house
My back slides down the wall I fall against. Feeling so weak I can barely hold myself up, regulate my breathing or even hide away. My sweat creates friction; my sweat, a protective layer over my body. I w


illusory.He is nameless, nonexistent, and yet seemingly present in my spirit. Can I declare all that you are on this page dearest? Without seeing, without hearing, without feeling our hearts aligned; I know you have the sweetest scent, a knowing smile and hands that play melodies only meant for my ears. Maybe well meet on a bus filled with leather seats and a graffiti ceiling, behind the tinted café windows I join, or during the rain pour as you ask to share my umbrella. Ill be waiting for you. Are you lingering by the street crossing, waiting for the green light to pulsate within me to approach you with the courage I could muster ifillusory.


Spare Me+Spare Me
your caring & arms. Place them in a tiny box in the closet next to
the shoes we gave up on & the dress that reminds me of a gazelle. Under
the eaves, put the time your father
said break a leg! & later he
broke your mother's. Everyone has
a Plan B, put your Plan A's away.
The time you watched your first love
toss your love letters away, take that
time & let it be the off-duty cop you
slink past. Allow yourself to find out
what October means without using
golde
Devious Comments
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There is no window in this room
Not that I really miss the view
It's just that I may soon forget the way the grass looks when it's wet
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I am a
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The last thing I ever wanted was to be alive when the three most powerful people on the whole planet would be named Bush, Dick and Colon.
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Heyyy,
be kind and check out my gallery if you would.
[link]
I will though.
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Click here to see my photography, drawings, etc.
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This is it. We are going to take over the world.
Click here to see my poetry, short stories, etc.
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razors and pills
razors and pills
I've had my fill of razors and pills
legsaddicted <3
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Meatwad "That's probly Eggzilla Carl he's the fire breathing easter egg that come outta my mind."
Carl: "Oh of coarse"
Meatwad "Or it could be his girlfriend who's in my mind now they goin steady"
Carl "Oh yeah no there's two of them now"
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~ 'tis beautiful
some images on there i think you may love
see you soon gorgeous girl xoxox amo
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... we dance from sheer relief,
everything must change, nothing stays the same...
how you going?
Nice work on getting a devart. Your gallery is coming along quite nicely.
Aghsgkldhg.
Yeah
Cya soon
-Em x
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"Art is what you can get away with." - Andy Warhol
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adını sen söyle ♥
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There is no window in this room
Not that I really miss the view
It's just that I may soon forget the way the grass looks when it's wet
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"J'unis un coeur de neige à la blancheur des cygnes"
check out this article - polaroids
[link]
thought u may like
LOVEYOU and also welcome to DA honey
xoxox amo
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... we dance from sheer relief,
everything must change, nothing stays the same...
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"Life is a box of chocolate, U'll never know what U gonna get!!!!"
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There is no window in this room
Not that I really miss the view
It's just that I may soon forget the way the grass looks when it's wet
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