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messydaisy
I'm not big on rhyming. Unless it's done well it's oh so kitschy. I like horrid metaphors, morbid lines, and beautiful imagery. I like feelings and I like them strong. / / http://messydaisy.blogspot.com
Do we go? Do we? You have to let me know - I don't move all that well on my own. Do you swear? Do you? Because, I need to know we're there - You can't just Leave me all alone. But could you? You could Wrap me up in silhouettes - pretend I never was And I will be gone. I will.
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Nov 7, 2010
Nov 7, 2010 at 3:26 PM UTC
oh, oh.
And to know. Oh, to know just who it is we try to be when we're losing thoughts, losing ourselves in "we." And you're there. You're there standing in the garden, tall and innocent, staring at me. And I look at you. I think we're wondering, these thoughts we've lost All tangled tight and broken now it seems. But, standing in that garden I only remember "we."
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Oct 10, 2010
Oct 10, 2010 at 3:53 PM UTC
this
inside lines of me. outside lines, it seems to be that you, oh, you never cease to let me go. let me dream inside a dream of drifting, of unimaginable, uninhibited existence. never let me be. i live behind closed eyes and never get to be.
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Oct 5, 2010
Oct 5, 2010 at 5:42 PM UTC
less
only one way to find me -living like a voice inside my own head. that record stopped spinning, collected dust so long ago, taking up space on a shelf I forgot I had.
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Oct 5, 2010
Oct 5, 2010 at 5:19 PM UTC
also, also
What would you do with all these pieces of me? Please be innovative with your touch. Don't paste them back together in a crude attempt to recreate me. Make me new and whole and lovely for your eyes to see. I'd want to be nothing else.
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Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 8:02 PM UTC
Rupture
Do you know That you belong to me? That every molecule That you consist of Is property in my name? Hair on your arms, The length of your throat, That fallen eyelash lying Quietly on your golden cheek. All mine. I’m happy to own the way You walk into a room On long legs, lean and sinister. I have rights to that smile Curving at the corners, Revealing Slightly crooked, still perfect, teeth. All mine. And in your arms, You belong to me. Your hands surrounding My jumpy skin And sliding over me, Turning me into some sort of Lazy ****** beast. Your brazen curiosity. All mine. You claim, you feel You hold, you cradle All of me within a glance. You touch, you give, You crave, you taste All of me within a kiss. You overpower, You own, You possess My every movement And I give in so easily. All mine. All yours.
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Jan 17, 2010
Jan 17, 2010 at 2:04 PM UTC
Scaled Romance.
It is easier [for me] To say it isn’t in the books for me to find A savior to fit the finest form Of all my varying needs. It is easier [for me] To see a tree and think of seeds And sun and rain And time And not to think of a snap Of two fingers And a magical beginning. It is easier [for me] To fall asleep, asking myself For strength I can’t seem to find inside Than talking to an obscure illusion That’s really only air. It is easier [for me] To doubt, to question, to search, to guess To make believe I understand The ways in which I’m never meant to understand Than to sit back And listen to words that do not belong to me.
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Jan 16, 2010
Jan 16, 2010 at 5:52 PM UTC
collective.
I crept along the wall Positive the shadows would conceal me From the eyes of a hundred Passers-by Who knew not what I am here to do. My shoes provide the silence With a click Clack That resonates and makes my heart thump harder. I feel the cool paper Against my back, And I imagine the swirls And dips And paisley prints Are reaching out To caress my skin as I slither Through the hallways, Missing lights and Missing sounds That do not resonate my heart. There is a room That glows a sullen blue At the end of the hall, And inside I imagine Would be cooler Than my favorite drink. I will find A mirror that will not reflect the image Of the man I have become, But remind me of all The things I should have been. A chair with a black cushion Would hold on to me, So tight To assure the world that I am Just where I am needed to be. The halls are silent, No breezes creeping slowly, No stifled whispers That reach out to pull me back To the places I used to sneak. In there, I can find myself Wrapped in a dull blanket, Cocooned by walls of blue, And I will find peace, Concealed inside a place Where no one knows Who I was meant to be.
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Nov 20, 2009
Nov 20, 2009 at 11:19 AM UTC
In Death
You were always more like twine, Wrapping yourself around my neck. So thin you had seemed innocuous To my gullible eyes, But once you had enclosed my airway I was forsaken to eradicate your embrace.
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Nov 20, 2009
Nov 20, 2009 at 10:42 AM UTC
Receive.
I purged myself repeatedly Because you had filled Me up so heavily and your eyes Were made of an amber I could not, At once, Forget, But forgive me of my trespasses. You were the only one I loved.
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Nov 7, 2009
Nov 7, 2009 at 4:32 PM UTC
Waiting for Repairs