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SisterSinister
SisterSinister
Soft, green vortex, beckoning tender brush of eyelashes on skin The lush hue of May looms on butterfly wings Fleeting as a sigh and faint your fragrance Of feline grace your footing and elvenkind your posture leaves the wish to dive beneath the surface to touch more than skin My mind is ablaze, with clumsy step I attempt the dance am bound to trip to burn the moths, you beckon A hot sensation rolling down my throat You fill this night to the brim and I drink in full Gazing into the eyes of my Absinthe.
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Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 7:40 AM UTC
Absinthe
Let's drown in a sea of colours. Close your eyes, dearest friend, just let yourself go and stop to think and start to dream. It is not even hard... I know you never wanted me, yet you are so close and the less you want me, the more I want you. My heart donned a shining armor. I wear my sword and shield, but at nights sleep when I feel safe, your dark dagger eyes make me bleed, bleed me out and bleed me empty, wash out all my fears and all the feelings until I am reduced to a heavy-grey leaden ball with only so much as an echo of emotion. Yes, dearest friend, that's the only price one pays - your grip might slip and you may lose control, and you may find yourself ~ ~ ~ floating in a current where one hundred different hands tuck at your shell in a hundred different directions and your only purpose is to not be ripped apart. I keep breathing, dearest friend, I stay alive another day - until you decide to drown with me. But yet ~ I dream in monochrome.
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
Dream in monochrome
The world around me keeps spinning on, it is     fast          paced, smells become                                                  indistinguishable. The air stands still                                                     it tastes stale. different colours  b-l-u-r                                                         to grey A windowpane of                                                            rainy                                                                                                                patience. Voices                                                           screech                                                          painfully noises w~h~i~r~l                                                          to echos                                                                                                 not unlike sanity                                                          fleeing to                                                                                          a place inside myself.                                                An eye of the storm Next destination                                                               cool                                                                                                                solitary, timelessness-                                                                                                                      calm.                                                                                                 s e r e n i t y
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 6:41 AM UTC
Destination Dissociation
The world around me keeps spinning on, it is     fast          paced, smells become                                                  indistinguishable. The air stands still                                                     it tastes stale. different colours  b-l-u-r                                                         to grey A windowpane of                                                            rainy                                                                                                                patience. Voices                                                           screech                                                          painfully noises w~h~i~r~l                                                          to echos                                                                                                 not unlike sanity                                                          fleeing to                                                                                          a place inside myself.                                                An eye of the storm Next destination                                                               cool                                                                                                                solitary, timelessness-                                                                                                                      calm.                                                                                                 s e r e n i t y
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I'm touched by your sadness. The eyes so warm, your smile so tender - but the fire burned to embers ~ and as much as I'd like to reignite, I cannot reach out to you. A chilling gale, unrelenting, blows against my face. So I wrap my arms around your bare chest and rest my cheeks against your back. These moments, where you feel so close... you are so far gone, ahead in heart and years... So I gift you my warmth and watch your sleep, feeling colder with every breath I take. How can someone as wise as you not know? That the eye of the storm is serene, but also chilling to the bone. Deep down I know, we are the same, you and I... *I'm in love with your smell, your smile, your eyes, your mind. And so I squeeze these lines out of my soul wishing you would find, so wishing... We are like the moon and the sun. Meant to encircle one another in eternal dance forever out of reach never to touch...* Dependant on your light to shine A slave to your gravity
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC
You
Somewhere in the distance we sense there is something calling us out and no resistance is as strong as seduction I can't resist a pretty boy playing the guitar Just make me go wild, losing my mind no one is perfect anyways, so why don't waste some time until we both find ourselves in the dark I've never felt so alive before in the nothing of our chaos as we slowly reach the core all implodes in shards of aeons Why am I dreaming of someone like you? There is no way of knowledge and no such thing as emotion ...or love only sharp daggers, temptation and I pledge let me go, lift you spell and stop stealing my sleep And for the second I close my eyes you are mine...
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
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