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i wanna read american psycho again
i watched the smoke loom into the sky. you and i, we don't pay it any mind. the blood is rushing to my face— vesuvius who? a.d. sixty-two: an earthquake shook the ground. that was seventeen years ago, and we are twenty now. four days ago the shakes started again but i don't mind the sound. i close my eyes and i am gone the room is full of heat volcanic ash and tephra and gas— forever, we're asleep.
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Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
a.d. 79
how could u assume that all i am is a body isn't it obvious that i'm also a soul
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
body or soul
how can i describe it..... it's the feeling you get when you're running through a grass-y area with someone you care about you're running so fast, your legs are kicking up into the air and you feeling like your body can't keep up and you're going to fall you're grabbing the other person's wrist (or vice versa), so you know if you fall, they're coming down with you and you can feel the dewy grass against your bare ankles. it's early spring, or maybe early fall. the air is starting to get cold, so your cheeks and nose are bright red then you fall you can feel the wet grass through your jeans you roll on your back and watch the clouds and laugh, you can't stop laughing you feel open, happy, and alive i can't quite put my finger on what this feeling is...
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Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
that feeling
i want to be golden i want to be a day time star by night, i will fill with heat. i will explode. i want to be golden i want to be a filling inside your tooth. in a few months, i’ll fall out. i want to be golden confetti in a balloon that you pop with a scissor. sweep me up at the end of the party, i want to be golden the ring that she wears. it matches her party dress and the gold in her hair. i want to be golden the golden days of the past. i want to be a memory. one that won’t last. i want to be golden the dusk of the day the sun shone bright but disappeared over the horizon i want to be golden the leaves on the tree. but the winter’s coming and soon they will fall. i want to be golden a mosaic in a museum hanging on a wall. look, but please, don’t touch. i want to be golden. i want to be a dream. i want to seem real, sparkling gold. but i want to be glitter.
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Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC
golden.
the bags under my eyes don't tell half the story. scrape your guts up off the floor, forget what i said when i said i was sorry.
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
twenty-seventh october twenty-fourteen
the babbling creek reminds me that sometimes it's best to shut up. the dandelion leaves fly through the air, scattered just like my thoughts. i want to feel the wind on my face just like i felt before. my teeth chatter and my fingers crack just because i need you more. the starry sky is my treasure map, i follow it all the way. looking up at it,  i've learned from it just how to stay on track. the loneliness sleeps in my bed, but it's not all that's there. you could say that i prefer it, but i say that's not fair. just listen. my brother says that one day i'll be away from this place. another lifetime, another state, just something else to hate. the doctor says i still have time to become an employee to work my life from 9-5 and to never feel that free. i've read some books that tell me that's not the case and there's still something out for me. i roll my eyes and bite my lips cause i don't know who to believe. and if i asked you what you thought, you wouldn't know the half. time's like this where i see why i'm never going back. i'm staying.
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Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
treasure map.
i can feel the dark circles under my eyes and the burning in my head. do you remember the way you used to lay next to me? do you remember all those things you once said?
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Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC
circles
the only name that you could not even utter was your very own name.
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 7:09 PM UTC
Untitled
it's you and i and the things we are not and the things we'll never be.
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
we are not
the days go slow but the years fly and that is the distance between you and i.
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Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
between.