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softenedthe sky whispers,
ribbons of crystalline quiet,
same shade as the angel dust
you shivered every time we were
alone.

in the darkness, we were
sorry birds searching for
open dawns. you, the
swan, me, the
raven,
black as night and
just as hopeful.

and there were poems
written in your skin, universes
blooming in your hands; your eyes
were a December sunrise saving me
from any sleep.

I’ve decided that
people are a composition of
all their greatest memories—and you,
you were always the most
beautiful piece of
me.

Two SoulsCould I touch a silent thought?
Could I know the colour of a word?
Could I hear the universe full of stars?
Could I hold the sea in my arms?
Could I stroke your voice?
Could I live in your heart?

A song never sung
A paper never drawn
A game never won
A man never loved

A flower that moves
A bird on my hair
A tree always blue
Spring
one love
two souls
my world
and you.

AirI want to lose myself
in an illogical need
for love.

I want to remember
to forget
how to breathe.

What is Air
if not you?

TnM: Me amas real o no?Era un soleado día en Daneville, nuestra pelirroja favorita aun dormía plácidamente –u-
Isabella: Marie ya levántate
Marie: 5 minutos más *se tapa la cabeza con la almohada*
Isabella: ¬¬ Marie
Marie: bien bien*se levanta y se empieza a listar*
Isabella: bueno te veo abajo *se va*
Marie: lalalala oliendo las lindas rosas *cambiándose*
OoOoOoOoOoOo DEPUES DE CANTAR Y ALISTARSE OoOoOo
Marie: *se va a las escaleras*
¿??: Te quedaste hablando con jazz toda la noche de nuevo?
Marie: bueno podría decirs-..Papa?!! Como lo sabes?
Phineas: tengo contactos
Marie: o metiste grabadora

~I shall never stop loving thee~My powdered lips shall kiss thee through this ever lasting love
your beauty intensifies my satisfaction
O, tis' be you my darling, my one and sweet caressed heart
Shoot a bullet through my skull, tis' only the most dainty way I show thou love for thee.

Thy heart shall never stop beating for thee
He, be this time were I shall daunt my passion for thee.
so soft and abase
how I feel sorry for thee
trapped by endless monsoons of terror
let me hold thee and love you endlessly

Will thy be my lover?
Be my daunty heart?
If thy say Ye, then I eternal happiness shall last forever

Be thy love and I shall take care of thee forever
Never leave thy, The

The Mosaic and The Wanderer.Yes this whole has been beaten down, broken now in decrepitude.
Scattered, thrown here or there by wanders kicking loose pebbles.
A stranger strolls and sees a stone to keep for his own collection.
He didn't hear the rubble cry as another part of them is stolen.

That was the day the sky turn gray with a storm of unknown magnitude.
Flooding rain washed what pieces remained into a shallow puddle.
In sediment they settled, put back together by this muddy concoction.
As the day exsiccates a mosaic is made and a soul has been awakened.
A woman rises from the sand to search for a man, and the part of her he's taken.

He loves to stroll and walk alone, his thought always so bestrewed.
Wander, meander where time doesn't matter. He's tired of a constant dribble.
Remembering the trinket he reaches in his pocket, and is startled with a pulsing motion.
Pulling out hi

Pull Me ClosePull me close
Hold me tight
Tell me silently
That it’ll be alright

‘Cause when you’re near
I feel my heart beating,
When I see you
I feel alive,
When you hold me
I know it’s OK,
And I revel in feeling
The sound of you breathing
With your heart right next
To mine.

Condemned AloneI always fail in love;
No matter the man I'm with,
He will leave eventually.

My heart rarely smiles
Ripped apart like a curtain
Of memories that
Fades with morning light.

And if I put my trust in you,
Will I regret it, only time will know.

Inside, I seethe
In rage, crying.
Why am I built
To spend a
Lonely eternity?

I'm not sure what to believe;
All these years exposed to lies,
I am filled with bitterness.

I am their puppet;
Strings attached,
They reduce me to worthlessness
Incapable to thrive.

Too scared to leap beyond the moon
Where lovers reside in harmony.

Inside, I seethe
In rage, crying.
Why am I built
To spend a
Lonely eternity?

~Love~Love is like power
its strong but can only last so long...

Many people believe there is a red string connected with your soul mate
But strings can snap eventually...

Golden hearts connected together.
Then to rust and break...

love can make you happy and positive
but also sad and negative
very regretful too...

But pay close attention, you'll only get this once.
Pick your partner carefully.
They may just pick your forever..

♥

I LoveDear Lover,

I love what we have,
And not what we need,
Or should be:

Strong,

Whole,

Or perfect.

I love the way we function,
When we're nearly dead,
The way you:

Hit me,

Scream,

Or punch.

I love the way my heart thuds,
When I relinquish the sweet air
In exchange for:

Your breath,

Your toxic fumes,

And I choke.

I love it,
I love it,
I love you.

Sincerely, the Heartbroken

Down The Rabbit HoleHere and now I would flock to you in a heartbeat.
One day though, you’re worried I may fly away instead of to your rescue.
So clip my wings and drop me down the rabbit hole.

Put my loyalty to the ultimate test.
Just don’t let the dreadful hole land in Alice’s Wonderland.
Instead, drop me in the dungeon with in your mind.

Leave the dungeon’s exist doors slammed shut
But make the keys worst hiders than I am a seeker
While allowing me the choice of you or my freedom.

Display all your secrets as a piece of loot.
While lacing the good in riddles for me to solve,
And drenching the dark in booby traps for me to disarm.

Le

Snapshots of usthe grass doesn’t grow here;
it’s all picket fences and five millimetre lawns
but ours is a jungle, guarded by thorns
as we entwine, anchoring each other
sunshine bathed and blurry
with Narnia tucked behind the beehive

still we’d rather be nomadic than settle
(we are blinkered but bolting)
and smoke and mirrors have more substance than
this hushed hunting for the other shoe
and the lipstick stains on your collar

it feels a little incestuous
but we chose the second circle
and dark matter is a time-bomb, ticking
so I sink into you again (and again)
rooting for salvation beneath your husk
and hoping we’ll find right

Lesbian first kiss~laying together, on the bed.
Not touching, I go closer in
Snuggling into you a bit
I play with your cheek,
you play with my hair

I go closer and snuggle..
This time my head
is gently on your shoulder
You snuggle back into my neck
Looking at your face, then your eyes
Your eyes are looking at my lips
I gently grab your chin and lift

I can see your face in perfect view,
you get scared and look down..
I reassure you with a hug.
Look back into your eyes
grab your chin and kiss..

I can feel our lips tremble,
frightened; wanting more
Slowly but gently kissing
explosions of emotions
Beams of sweat on palms
We part away for a second

We kiss again with more confidence
touching each others bodies
stroking slowly, at each others curve

rippleshow many ripples you can cause
in the ocean of someone's heart,
each person has a tidal system they must abide and sometimes,
(even though you know better than to fight the waves)
you can't help but fool yourself into thinking
you can dive a little deeper.
(even though you're running out of air already)

and i am already becoming an expert in
clasping my hands together just right
so that it feels like someone else's fingers
interlaced with mine,

i know how to drape one leg over the other
to make it seem as though it's your ankle touching my foot
i press my back to the pillow beside me,
pretend its more than
just my body warmth heati

That Thing Called LoveA moment
A kiss
This feeling
A wish

A gesture
A touch
These feelings
Too much

Descriptions
Depictions
No words
Can be written

This love
A thought
This knowing
Is enough

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I am done listening to youOh sweet darling, don't worry about me,
I've gone and figured out who I am,
a rabbit told me, whispered it in my ear,
he said that if I wanted to be free that I had to let go,

so I did,
loose ends and loose grips,
your fingers slip off of me too easily,

now guess what,

I am done, I am done, I am done,
it's been too long since I felt love for myself
so I don't need you to tell me that I am pretty
or to give me the satisfaction of your attention,

I just need to tell myself that I am as beautiful as the baby dragonflies
that hover over the ocean of blood inside my heart,
and that I am as ageless as dinosaurs breathing
and coming

CrispTell me you love me
the way you love the sky when it rains.
Would that be a lie?
Yes.
Then move on, move away,
let my clouds thunder
and my blood pour,
I am sick of this weather
but I'm even more sick of you;
diseased with a molding horizon
dancing along my hips,
I am ready for winter
so let it snow, bitch.

as we become ghostsThe air is smooth and thin,
running over my shoulders like buttermilk,
I melt,
curling wax fingers
and smoke escaping my oak tree bones,
I don't know where I'll end up yet but
I know I'm close,
and I know I'm close because I'm still breathing,
inhaling that charred floral scent
where dahlias are breeding in the curves of my collarbone
and lilacs are blooming between each vertebrae,
intertwining with every rib, climbing them like strands of DNA,
oh you know I wouldn't mind if you used my ribs for a ladder,
go ahead and use me up like some sort of construction worker,
for my body is yours to take, my heart to break,
but I shoul

Tick, Tock To be honest, from the first day we met I knew you were going to be important to me. I don't usually get struck by people the way you struck me. Now it's more like the way you make me tick and I'm sitting here wondering if you even look at the clock. Tick, tock, tick, tock. That's the sound of seconds thrumming by alongside my heartbeats. I can't help but think that I might love you and how ridiculous a thought to have. How am I supposed to know this when I don't even trust myself? I'm second-guessing, under-estimating, and over-thinking. I just get lost in the way your touch takes control, causing me to lose any capacity to think, at least

And sometimes that's all there is Once there was a young girl who believed in three things: breathing, dying, and true love. Three basic things, that shouldn't be too difficult. What she didn't realize was that they are all intertwined. We breathe to escape death, while we also breathe to die. Then true love gives us breath, but true love lost causes us to die even slower and painfully so. No, she did not know it then but she most certainly does now; for she has breathed and loved and died all at once and then altogether. Inhaling only to exhale, breathing only to love, and loving only to die.

Molding VegetablesMy lips,
the color of coral
against my pumpkin flavored flesh,
go ahead and carve into me
with rusted fingernails,

but go slow, like death,
and make it so my Halloween skin is glowing
with a candle where my heart should be,

then gut me and
swallow my organs,
my blood,
my brains,

oh how we thrive off such carnal instincts,
choking down lymph nodes like rock candy,
then chewing up spinal columns as if our teeth were tobacco
only to spit up watermelon seed spleens,
to bleed sadness out our bruises,

I wish I wasn't this sad, I really do,
but I am,
and I need you, need you, need you,
your arms around me tight,
I do not ne

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the story of a girl made of fire and of blood

by ~blackdahlia911, Oct 4, 2012, 10:54:05 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

_{That red dress flowing at her ankles like blood,
rippling against her river thin frame of fire,
she is burning, burning so bloody,
she sweats and she cries and she falls to the ground,
but her eyes dance in the flickering flames
and her heart skips when his voice catches on her pastry flake flesh,
his voice lingers there, rests, soul upon skin, sin upon sin,
her body cooked tender.}

the story of a girl made of fire and of bloodby ~blackdahlia911

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_{I don't know where this came from. It just came to my mind and I wrote.}

~CelestialMemories Oct 9, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

_{Always the most random of thoughts can flow into something so transfixing as this piece. You did an amazing job.}

~blackdahlia911 Oct 9, 2012

Thank you

~CelestialMemories Oct 9, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

_{You are always welcome ^_^}

~IKingFisher Oct 8, 2012

"I don't know where this came from. It just came to my mind and I wrote."

Clearly it came from your mind! Never question inspiration, that's what makes it inspiration; There is a reason the muse has always been seen as a separate entity from the artist themselves.

As for the work itself I really like the imagery, it's a fine line you walk between symbolism and literalism and it really comes across well; the entire piece feels like it could have a strong double or even triple meaning which adds to the emotional impact allowing the reader to impart whatever they wish upon the words

~blackdahlia911 Oct 9, 2012

Haha I definitely agree, never question inspiration!
And thank you! That is such an amazing compliment

~IKingFisher Oct 9, 2012

It's all true ^^

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