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november 23come back my feisty firefly, my frosty flame; pretending will get you no-where.november 23
it feels like winter yet you are far from home. foggy marrow, oh dissipating diastole, bleed me out.
by ~cleveland49
the statue eyes might as wellwhy won't you let go? can we travel through past innocence? let me take you back to that first night on the roof.the statue eyes might as well
and from there we can look down on all our scattered footfalls to the first tree and the first night
where you felt me shiver under your
skin to the first golden and the first kiss and the first moment of standing on the brink of something, be it a bridge or a cliff or a dam.
and we could play back to dancing
feverishly on rocks to mangled bird wings and mangled desires. i seem to remember clutching you for
by ~cleveland49
the sky is too orangeoh darling i am wondering about you and how i love you still about how there isn't much golden thesethe sky is too orange
days.
the things we say play out like a song in my mind, with the tempo something like how the white underside of seagulls' wings look
against a stormcloud.
when the sky is this absent, this fine shade of dusk without a single thing to marr its matte blue, i know it is a prelude to disappointment i know it is a good day for flying.
the sunset is fading out, taking on the hue of a dream, and i wonder why you are still bac
by ~cleveland49
I couldn't love you less+Darling, we are such a lovely misstepI couldn't love you less+
That I can't help but send whispers through The shelves to you.
Yesterday I fell in love with the word Sharp. And today; I have fallen out of love with
Everything. I am so bored in my own mind- Hollow. I am looking for anything to ruin, combustion Inside-outside-inside-out-upside- Down, Is this confusing- Consuming- Where have I gone- Oh, Where have I gone.
by ~cleveland49
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can you run out of blood?i think you are the electrical arcs swarming like bees to honey,can you run out of blood?
the matchstick paradigms not amounting to much but the rain will holds its breath until you can smile again
where is the moon, i am dissolving like newspapers beneath your fingers twigs falling to birth a second ground and i hope you can
sleep tonight, i hope you can remember me but never ask me how
i would trade all of the
worn wings like windows from the empire state building but new york city only makes me cry- does that
by *ohsostarryeyed
what to do when you lose"hi."what to do when you lose
"fuck."
"you can't love me."
"you make this so hard."
"i can't make you love me."
"please-"
"i just want to know why."
"are you asking?"
"yes."
"ask me."
"i just did, fuck."
"no, ask. in a question."
"i can't."
"why not?"
"permanence. when i sleep, i can't console myself with numb fingers tracing my throat, my chest, my breasts, my heart. i can't lie to myself anymore, i can't say that maybe i misunderstood. i will ask, why can't you love me? and you will te
by *ohsostarryeyed
ownership is impermanenti am cutting off my lower jawownership is impermanent
it talks
and it trembles
quite the little traitor
i will take its detours and you
will not be able to find me curled between the camouflaged moths of
poplar trees
we bear the flared cough-coloured sleeves worn by old-fashioned photographers black and white film coiled like snakes ready to strike
oh venom oh dear oh mercy
please touch the rabbit coat and pretend it is me please button your cardigan and know that it is yours- all i have is what y
by *ohsostarryeyed
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- Current Residence: far from home
- Interests: words.
- Favourite movie: the notebook
- Favourite band or musician: Anberlin, Death Cab, Acceptance, Rise Against, Radiohead, Jimmy Eat World, City&Colour
- Favourite poet or writer: Emily Bronte
- Operating System: Windows
- MP3 player of choice: Ipod
- Shell of choice: the kind where you can hear the ocean
- Skin of choice: kiss-covered
- Personal Quote: i'd rather be happy than right
- Tools of the Trade: my faithful pen and paper
- Email: cat.ellis@live.ca
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