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allison-owens
American just another wandering spirit, searching for beauty and the occasional beer.
I'm burning the memories, The untouchable keepsakes, I've kept locked inside so long. Immolating: The way your breath would play on my neck, And the number of freckles on your shoulder. I'll laugh as the fire consumes: Feeling your arms around me for the last time, The look in your eyes, When we finally admitted it was over. I'm laughing now! The flames licking higher, With each indelible dream. Thrown in: Your smile, Your walk, The me you swore you'd love, Every time you said forever. And I'm laughing. Laughter! Laughter! Laughter...
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May 4, 2010
May 4, 2010 at 1:46 PM UTC
Enkindling the Wreckage
Deleting divinity, One question at a time. I'm too tired of hiding, Behind your pretense and lies. Mysticism is blind. I think it's time, I opened my eyes.
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Mar 17, 2010
Mar 17, 2010 at 11:33 PM UTC
Extirpation
This moment brings nothing, But a reminder to breathe. While I lay here and wait, The days seem to blend into one, And this is the only time, I feel alive. This burning expectation, Waiting to fulfill.
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Mar 17, 2010
Mar 17, 2010 at 11:32 PM UTC
Better Living
A sudden addiction, No denial needed. Endlessly sending, In this fractal mind. I need this too much, This searing love Etched across my thighs.
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Mar 17, 2010
Mar 17, 2010 at 11:31 PM UTC
The Need
The truest words I've Ever spoken were never Really mine to say
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Mar 17, 2010
Mar 17, 2010 at 11:30 PM UTC
Something Along Those Lines
Lying in the dark And I'm still missing you Remember the last time We felt each other. You Held me so close, Whispering that you needed my love. *** soaked nights Our arms around each other Legs entangled. But look how you've moved on. God You' ve moved on. Breathlessly How close Do you hold her, Whispering that you need her love ? Are your arms around each other? And one day You’ll move on. Watch You W A L K Away.
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Mar 17, 2010
Mar 17, 2010 at 11:29 PM UTC
The Back of Your Head
He had a hole in his jeans. I remember, fidgeting with it nervously the whole evening. Hole, whole. I can’t even remember his name. (Now you know that’s a lie. His name escapes you no more than you escape yourself.) Driving somewhere, someone’s house. Board games that make no sense. Kisses you can’t escape. And then we slept, I on the couch and he on a camp bed. Lost my socks, sometime in the night, lustful and half asleep. Don’t remember what we did, though he swears we didn't. I don’t know, I was asleep. He drove me home the next day, and I fidgeted with the hole in his jeans. (They weren’t jeans they were some sort of corduroy.) Never did find my socks.
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Mar 17, 2010
Mar 17, 2010 at 11:28 PM UTC
Half Remembered
Dust and Light. No guess, Is it Dawn or Dusk? Here, nestled in our own world, Wrapped together, Let's pretend, It lasts forever.
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Mar 17, 2010
Mar 17, 2010 at 11:27 PM UTC
Castle in the Clouds
Restless again, But there's no movement. Try as I might, I can't sleep here. Pick up and go, But I've got no direction. Shake, shiver, Stop. Might as well give up.
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Mar 17, 2010
Mar 17, 2010 at 11:26 PM UTC
Waltz of Insecurity
Balancing. Dancing on this edge, I've never felt anything before, This moment, This breath, Nothing can exist beyond your arms. My Heaven. My Angel.
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Mar 17, 2010
Mar 17, 2010 at 11:25 PM UTC
Awakening