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..to the moon, and back by AVolatileCalm, literature

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the colour of may. by AVolatileCalm, literature

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the colour of may.

Replete. I find myself awake today unlike any other. My eyes the sandy camel's, far and wide the glaze it hits me with a force that knocks wind from my chest and every day I wake beside you I feel as though I am entering life for the first time repeatedly famished they drink (I drink) you like an oasis in the desert parched and eager the clouds cannot hold me down this force it is ultimate and it dwells deep in my stomach black hole chasm I want to take you keep you stranded inside lost with me, and found.

like a warrior, he does. by AVolatileCalm, literature

The heart takes photographs of her feelings. by AVolatileCalm, literature

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The heart takes photographs of her feelings.

One. promiscuity at its peak she ducks and weaves around his middle, sliding across her chest snake-like and sly-eyed smile pasting kisses with their maiche hearts he holds her firm; holds tall; holds her sweeping his hands they form fists around breasts planting love like seedlings, watering her with an ocean of cool calm drowning pegasus take flight wings fold around a centre crushed and spent, could do this all night, and they thrust and spend their hours spending their coat-walls and shattering ceiling cracks while these stories they share mere baggage carry the weight, I'll hold you to your feet my dear. Two. I cannot fathom, in all of

incredible by AVolatileCalm, literature

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incredible

the sky is a haze of sunken grey, peeping stars and galaxy incredible. I sit beside you and in the dark we smoke clouds of imperfect, discussing the world and the love for our fathers that is a long time coming. We shiver collectively at the delight of the moon's mysterious guise and just like the universe I want to crawl myself inside you, discover your uncharted wiles and subspace that is your terrain, the golden glow of your face in the morning sun is an acquired taste that I could suck down and consume for the eternity that is our lives; this panting a losing battle of the subliminally hypnotized, and its undeserving glory would preceed

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..to the moon, and back by AVolatileCalm, literature

Moon's Earth by AVolatileCalm, literature

march-ing by AVolatileCalm, literature

Happiness by AVolatileCalm, literature

Advice. by AVolatileCalm, literature

the colour of may. by AVolatileCalm, literature

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the colour of may.

like a warrior, he does. by AVolatileCalm, literature

The heart takes photographs of her feelings. by AVolatileCalm, literature

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The heart takes photographs of her feelings.

incredible by AVolatileCalm, literature

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incredible

some say.. by AVolatileCalm, literature

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The second of the 11 things. by AVolatileCalm, literature

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The second of the 11 things.

one Even as I pluck this pen from wooden desk and try to put its ink safely as possible to page (with headaches and fuzzy eyes to accompany this illness), I know it will be a long-time- letter-in-the-making. How do you verbalise what someone means to you? How do I tell a future-Man that I was the one who stole his strength as my own, and now Atlas' toned shoulders are all he believes? (why not the World's?..) I don't know how to talk with-

11 things by x-outsider-x, literature

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11 things

11. Did you know how completely you broke my heart? The innocent heart, not the one I have now. I'm grateful for the gracious way you let me down. I still love you. 10. We almost made a mistake You ran rings 'round my sensibilities it only took halitosis and summer heat to bring my senses back. I hope you like your home improvement man. 9. Your grip in a vacuum cabin was like iron you were scared of plummeting and I was scared of what we'd become. Where are you now? 8. Did you ever know it was me? I tried to cover it up the best I could. I fell asleep and woke to realize what I'd don

...::11 People::.... by HearWolvesCry, literature

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...::11 People::....

11. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. Which one are you? 11. You’re a close friend, or at least You were We’ve grown Apart Maybe I Tore Us apart Maybe it’s because You’re still following ME Stop Please You aren’t that bad of a person Even though many nights Those words of yours Entice my tears to play I don’t love you Sometimes I wouldn’t even call it Tolerance I don’t hate you But I hate your words

by the stars by princessofbrennin, literature

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by the stars

one. i think about you. all the time. every night i dream of you, and when i wake up all i think about is you. you are always on my mind. two. thank you. for this and that and the other. thank you for everything i am and everything you have helped me to become. without you i would be nowhere. three. stop talking. please. your whining hurts my ears. for once, just once, think of what someone else wants. it's not all about you. four. don't leave me. don't ever leave me. five. you rock. seriously. you're the reason i get out of bed sometimes. i love you and everything we do. never forget how awesome you are, not ever. six. i'm still t

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the epitaph is told by imkikyo, literature

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the epitaph is told

Don’t you know it’s you I’m always writing about? You were the one that got away, except you’re much too big to be a fish, and I could never outsmart you, not even with the most delicious bait. Your eyes used to harden into glass when they looked at me, until I hated them so much I wished they would fall out and crack, but with time and persuasion, now they are soft blue cottonballs. We had plans to conquer the world together, and we may not have achieved that, but we’ve almost conquered each other. We still won, in the end. They say you never know what you’ve got until it’s gone, but you never really left,

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Passion by kamcalste, literature

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Passion

And I speak with qualifiers like "kind of"; "sort of"; "maybe" and "a little" Because if I spoke with as much passion as I Feel, you all would think I am crazy. "You know, I'm starting to kind of think that maybe, I might be a little crazy." And I want to feel your steady breath against The curve of my spine every Morning. I want to feel the aching press of your Fingers against my tender breastbone. I want to Feel your longing, your need, your passion In the way your arms wrap around and constrict my fragile ribcage. "Please, break me. So I have a reason to feel so broken." And when the words have dried and stuck to your Cracked

Cutter by MikkiMarie, literature

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Cutter

“What’s on your arm? What’s on your thigh?” I scratched myself, darling—but I will be fine. “What’s on your wrist? And why do you cry?” Oh, silly—they’re signals, they’re my warning signs. “Why are there tears coming out from your eyes?” They show that I’m breaking. My laugh’s a disguise. “What’s on your forearm? What’s on your mind?” I’ll be okay, darling. I just wish to die.

Disappear by MikkiMarie, literature

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Disappear

Sometimes, when I'm sad I remember that one time, All I had to worry about was If the bubbles I had blown, were about to Disappear. Sometimes, when I'm sad I remember that one time, I began to worry about the day that My childhood would simply Disappear. Sometimes, when I'm sad I remember that some day, When I'm sitting with my husband In the old old house... my days will simply Disappear. And that day, The day when my heartbeat is Silenced... The day when my breath Truly gets taken away. That's the day When my worries, my concerns, my fears... Will simply... Disappear.

granted the sickness by sweetwildlight, literature

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granted the sickness

tell me you love me. five years of you, dancing around me like a hurricane five years of momentum in a field of sugar cane and i'm flattened by your footprints and i'm torn root from stalk by the silence you made a promise and in my heart i kept it; held you to it. the spring is beautiful and the weather still the heat is golden and the wind is mighty but there were no changes at the waterline and there was nothing to breathe but light now i'm strangled by the quiet; the things i won't allow myself to say and the beautiful i felt in me has left, intertwined with your fingers and i just want to fall away and rot like a leaf left