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YouInventedMe

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bear color for you

love, I let you linger on in places yet unseen in the silent space between initial sparks and how we're wired my dear, you are discovered in every memory undeparted every poem I've ever started even haunting odd synapses fired I fear, forever following a hand unclasped (still shaken) a heart unheard until it's taken time to rest uncommon sense retired why it's my attempt to ingest starshine 'til admired! it's my intent to become all you have desired.

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smile pretty now

if you can't shine from the inside I won't mistake your beauty for relevance

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waiting on 50

let me perform delicate surgery sing songs of chain- saw love along your supple summer spine place the pieces of your struggling jigsaw map which match with mine... is it safe to say that I've talked you to bed for several weeks? would it be wise for me to sew your proper name into my sheets? or play your memory like a melody arranged in bits between heart- beats? well my heart's refrain repeats 'til my mouth stutters what it speaks and though the syllables get jumbled sentiments emerge complete has anyone else ever told you you're the good kind of cannot sleep?

Pretty-As-A-Picture

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never grow up.

I have a monster living underneath my bed. He’s made up of burnt frog skin, white-red cobweb veined eyes and a collection of missing pebble teeth. Sometimes we play scrabble. (The first time he was just a mechanical hum beneath the bowing wooden planks, he was just a faint smell of green and he was just a hot cloud of fog around my lips. It’s the wind, it’s the wind, I breathed. Then he breathed back, heavy and loud and monster-like; AM NOT.) He always spoke in capitals; MONSTERS ARE MUCH TOO SCARY FOR LOWER-CASED LETTERS, he informed me one night under pink covers. I shined the flashlight into his eyes until they changed co

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pretty boys break hearts.

sometimes I think I’m just a mess of badly drawn lines. I’m just scrawled veins beneath paper rough skin, I wear poorly sketched scars on my thighs [skin deep red pen lines] and even my smile is lop-sided- but he never seemed to notice. my skin [spread like thick icing over my skeleton] is a monotonous pattern of pores, a stretch of the world the sun never kissed. I can’t see the beauty in multitudes of freckles and chipped fingernails- but he does. ‘why do you love me?’ ‘you make me happy.’ I never could figure out just how. was it my illegible love notes, or the tiny hearts I drew into his bare back wi

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asthma

she smokes marlboro cigarettes with the bedroom door locked. i taste it on her breath, lips and skin everyday after school. her bed is a mattress on the floor. sometimes we make love on it and i wonder if she'd rather have her mouth around a cigarette than me right then. she has asthma too. she is my second cousin. i didn't know this until two years after we began fucking and three years after i fell for her. i don't think it really matters. emily says if i ever made her pregnant she'd make me punch her in the stomach, heavy and hard. but i never would you know, i love her. the smoking is killing her. i hid the cigarettes beneath the sink,

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Washing With Water

Shooting blanks and shitty whisky wishing somebody was sitting sinking with me.

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compulsive liar.

once i asked you your favourite colour, and you said, "the brown of your eyes," so i put in one green contact and told everyone that i came out of the womb as a factory defect, half-priced, damaged goods. - sometimes i am from canada and sometimes i am from england and sometimes i am from spain. i've carefully tempered my accents and plotted out my stories with yellow and purple coloured pencils on index cards. my origin changes like the seasons. "why do you lie to everyone?" you ask. "why not?" i reply. - i wear nametags that read "alicia" and "liana" and "samantha," because i want to know how it feels to be someon

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Contrivand

no pain t no gain a

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How To Be Normal

HOW TO SUCCEED AT BEING A NORMAL TEENAGER: (In 15 easy steps!) 1. The first step in becoming a normal, bland, and spineless individual is very simple. Never think. About anything. Ever. If you have a thought, let it go. Let someone else think for you. Thinking is hard. Let someone else do it. Save your little conformist brain cells for something less difficult. 2. Now let's talk about music. You like unique music? Not anymore! You get to listen to the same generic, repetitive sound that everyone else does. You know, that one beat over and over with the words "Yeah", "baby" and "ooh" being repeated. Lucky you! 3. To be normal, you've gotta

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Lovesick Fool

I was not in love Love is for fools I hate the word I haven’t seen you in years And dare I admit, I miss you I’ve downed bottle after bottle, Taken pill after pill, I still can’t sleep I can’t stand waking up Without you here, yet, I still look for you I search everywhere But you are nowhere to be found I think I would rather be dead I never thought you’d leave me alone You still haunt me here I see you everywhere but I can’t ever find you And I don’t know why but I feel like a lovesick fool Without the love

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Too Late

The ceiling above, And walls around. The ground below, And nothing more. But it's far too loud. The room sways And sits. In its center lays a figure, A figure nothing more but A shell of one who has lost its view. It screams and thrashes. Aches and cries. Begs and kills. And bleeds out. But nothing happens. It is just there. Alone Lost And forgotten Forgotten by itself. For who knew him, It destroyed With nothing more But passion. Its life tumbled away, And fell six feet under ground In the body of a pretty redheaded, Green-eyed lamb And who has it to blame? No one but itself. Or rather, the body of him. He who cared so much, He car

merry-go-round

tricksyriver

Published: May 17, 2010

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Description

Soft focus... jargon for "blurry." Local park in between thunderstorms. My kid is amazing.

Image size

2448x3264px 1.08 MB

Make

EASTMAN KODAK COMPANY

Model

KODAK EASYSHARE Z8612 IS Digital Camera

Shutter Speed

1/64 second

Aperture

F/2.8

Focal Length

6 mm

ISO Speed

Date Taken

Jan 1, 2007, 12:00:21 PM

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likelli

May 17, 2010

too cute *-*

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