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jacque-vincent
jacque-vincent
American I am a lost and wondering soul.
broken works undone by time lie around me lie to me about the world i thought i knew the people i thought would stay with me my aethereal existence threatened by the toppling of everything that was known
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 3:37 AM UTC
Untitled
hope on Mars, dance on the Moon, cry on Saturn, love on Mercury, skip on Neptune, live on Jupiter, play on the Sun, hurt on Venus, laugh on Pluto, mourn on Uranus, wish on the Earth, die on the Milky Way.
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
i of the Stars.
It used to be that I couldn’t get her to turn and face me I couldn’t get her to lock eyes And when our eyes would meet She would ask what I was doing staring at her And I would answer that I was admiring her And she was silent Now we match stares all the time And we just look at each other Perhaps we are looking into each other’s souls But it seems to be too late Because I can’t move in to kiss her I can’t tell her that I love her Because I can’t feel my love for her without shame I can look into those beautiful eyes all day Those beautiful brown eyes Speckled with green She tells me I have deep brown eyes Because the phrase dark brown is not meaningful enough I don’t know what she means by it I want to watch her as she watches me But it feels like it’s too late It doesn’t matter anymore She turned her head away when it mattered Funny how you get what you want past the expiration date I would have done anything to turn her head that day at the theater She wouldn’t even look at me I should have known that day was it for me I wasn’t going to kiss her I was going to make a point by not kissing her But she moved in for the kiss And I couldn’t deny her my lips, as she denied me her eyes I saw it all coming With these dull brown eyes But I went with it Hoping that I could look into her eyes Without her laughing Without her questioning Without having to worry I really wanted to see her love me She doesn’t laugh anymore She does question it sometimes She doesn’t seem to worry But there is no love in her gaze Just guilt As if all I am is a bad reminder of the atrocities she committed As if my eyes carry my love That forbidden, shameful love And that love stings her But she can’t look away Because she loves the pain
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 9:53 PM UTC
Shame filled eyes
It used to be that I couldn’t get her to turn and face me I couldn’t get her to lock eyes And when our eyes would meet She would ask what I was doing staring at her And I would answer that I was admiring her And she was silent Now we match stares all the time And we just look at each other Perhaps we are looking into each other’s souls But it seems to be too late Because I can’t move in to kiss her I can’t tell her that I love her Because I can’t feel my love for her without shame I can look into those beautiful eyes all day Those beautiful brown eyes Speckled with green She tells me I have deep brown eyes Because the phrase dark brown is not meaningful enough I don’t know what she means by it I want to watch her as she watches me But it feels like it’s too late It doesn’t matter anymore She turned her head away when it mattered Funny how you get what you want past the expiration date I would have done anything to turn her head that day at the theater She wouldn’t even look at me I should have known that day was it for me I wasn’t going to kiss her I was going to make a point by not kissing her But she moved in for the kiss And I couldn’t deny her my lips, as she denied me her eyes I saw it all coming With these dull brown eyes But I went with it Hoping that I could look into her eyes Without her laughing Without her questioning Without having to worry I really wanted to see her love me She doesn’t laugh anymore She does question it sometimes She doesn’t seem to worry But there is no love in her gaze Just guilt As if all I am is a bad reminder of the atrocities she committed As if my eyes carry my love That forbidden, shameful love And that love stings her But she can’t look away Because she loves the pain
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I had to love her, I had no choice. It is her name after all Amanda, the fourth principal part Of Amo, Amare, Amavi, Amatus Formed into the perfect passive participle She will be loved I had no control over anything when it came to her That is quite clear It was fate telling me I had to do this It was fate nagging me to believe in something Something that is a stronger force than my will I fought fate vehemently But fate, as it always does, won And I fell in love Only to find that the woman who will be loved Could not love
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May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 8:57 PM UTC
Amanda
Vibrantly radiant, once was I called. Long ago that was, long before reality met me. It was a cold meeting, between reality and dream, because all I can do is dream, and those dreams are so warm. But reality is cold and calculating, indifferent to how you feel, and it dulls your shine, until you shine no more. So when they met, the warmth left, the shine left, I found myself lost.
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Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 7:02 PM UTC
Lacking in Luster