kc-hoyeWhisper

42 / F / American
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BubblesAmazing how the bubbles make / Each. / Word.
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Aug 19, 2010
Cosmic KatanaIt's the nonesense that haunts me. The bits drifting in that don't add up. I'm gagging on the bits, it's killing me. / I am all the far flung dreams in me, the hopes that drive the need in me, the need to wake. Motivated. / I'm draining out the dirty water, refilling from purer streams. I'm working my way from right to left, pulling levers. Pressure's building, dust sifting from my imagination. I'm driving myself forward, pain no longer a distraction. The bits of me not fitting, will be drifting. I'm moving off, sailing out into the galactic tide, all the valence specks, frozen in space.
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Aug 19, 2010
Die in the GrindLike a bullet set on it's trajectory, / I'm off inflicting damage. / Some kind of mental mastectomy,
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Aug 19, 2010
EdgesThis morning I remembered the harsh edges of my dream. / There were checkered flannels, red t-shirts, / and some kind of clock just ticking.
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Aug 19, 2010
HealingI can still feel your hand on my shoulder. / You against me, / Your touch growing bolder.
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Aug 22, 2010
I'd Rather StayYou wonder why I don't meet your eyes when we part. / Why I shake your hand and look away. / Why I wave without looking back.
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Aug 19, 2010
ImpactI feel brittle. / Not in the sense of breaking, / so much as the fear of shattering.
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Aug 19, 2010
Kissed by the windI am bleeding here, trapped within myself, a message from within myself. Am I the only one that sees it? Am I the only one crying in the dark? Let the sweet deep breath of death flow across my chapped, cracked, and blood soaked skin. Let the wave of peace break over me, hold me deep within myself until I find it. This is my cry to see the light of day. To be kissed by the wind, like silk on my naked back. / It is fear that drives us. Fear that keeps us here. Bound at the elbows, drinking deep, sleeping dark. We are fortunate to be so ignorant. Blissfully sleeping, wiling away the days, the nights, each hour a new dream painted for us. The steep climb, the incline, to reap our unfortunate fruit. / I would let the light burn off mourning. Allow the frost to melt away, seeking stars now suspended and unmoving. This timeless place deep inside. Not hollow, crowded with the bodies of my making. The people I am, the faces I have. Open eyed, just as trapped. I have tied myself to tight.
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Aug 19, 2010
Run AwayI don't have a whole lot to give, / Most of what I had was taken, / I've broken part, what's left of my heart.
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Aug 18, 2010
Show me the StarsIt's been eight years since I've seen the stars, / show me the sky and my wish is granted. / I could hold this world in the palm of my hand,
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Aug 19, 2010
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