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prettyplague
prettyplague
Translating emotions into letters on paper/the interweb.
You loved countdowns, because they always led to something great. I thought nothing of them, but humoured you nonetheless. On New Year's celebrations, we'd marvel at fireworks. The explosions started to lose their spark. Your words decreased, my pain ascended. Each year, we grew apart. The day finally came. "This is it. The end. Goodbye."
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Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
I Hate Countdowns
Something about her the way she sips her beer as if it’s tea, and she’s in a kimono peering out into a storm as the wind rattles the *** and snakes through the silk she undulates, sliding her finger over the rim, then sips I know the real storm broods inside her frail frame but she says little. mostly listens and it drives me utterly insane she should scream or bang on walls she should throw ashtrays into tvs but instead, she simply nods her glazed eyes as still as pearls She’s like a cherry blossom descending towards the muddy trail below she will be trampled by hooves of merchants and thieves and I am the charcoal cloud, aching as I feel her falling farther from me…
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Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
Cherry Blossoms
The ocean is my temptress. She gestures toward the infinitely expanding space.  Her pale blue eyes reflect the light and darkness of this world. Both are carried by those that inhabit her Along with those that dwell above. She understands as much as the land - The slightest actions over time can have the greatest impact. For most, this thought is saddening.  For Her and Him, eternity is ephemeral. I am tethered to the earth. I wish not to be released to the sky, Something most perceive as the heavens. Instead, I want to fall. I want to be with Her. My desire is to remain with her longer than forever. Time and time again I try. We are not made for each other, although meant to be. Each time I dive in, I swallow her essence. I hate this feeling, but find myself going with it Just to have more of Her as a part of me. I lust for her undertow to pull me ever so gently. I suppose I must embrace the ultimate darkness Just for a minute of awareness with my light. The ocean is my temptress, and she gestures toward death.
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Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC
Her
I know the pain you feel is deep, your want from life is simple peace. And though I cannot guarantee, please listen closely, as I speak. Presently you stroll alone, searching for a hand to hold. You feel your sorrow in your bones, in harshest sun, you still feel cold. Pre - dawn, however, is darkest night that must be followed by morning light. I pray you won't give up the fight, the universe will set things right. I know at times, it seems unclear that happiness is always near. But wholly I believe my dear, someday soon, you'll find some cheer.
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Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
Message for a Broken Friend
My walls were made of titanium and built sky-high, but boy, you sent them crashing down You thawed my icy heart with a warmth like a gentle summer's breeze, and swore you'd never make me frown I gave you the key to my heart and soul and not too long after, eventually disposed of the lock I told you all about my masks and flaws, and even showed you my coveted memory box I guess I should've seen it coming when you started leaving me notes - that we were not meant to be You never meant to stay, neither did you want to share your future with me; all you wanted to be was a bittersweet memory
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Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 3:15 PM UTC
Mnemosyne
Today, my friend compared us to the Moon and the Sun And said that we complemented each other as one And after some thought, I had to agree Because my dear, you see, Though the days may be cloudy, your radiance still shines through, And if not for your light, I wouldn't be beautiful
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
Borrowed
With a heart of gold and gentle hands to hold, You are all the healing that's needed for my soul
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 3:18 PM UTC
Healing
Until the invention of something that accurately captures what I feel for you, a simple, yet inadequate "I love you" would have to do
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
Inadequate
All these sleepless nights spent crying and sobbing come to naught, because these salty streaks that line my cheeks evaporate, but the melancholy behind them, unfortunately, does not
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
Chained
I could travel to all these places And be surrounded by unfamiliar faces But what good is a beautiful view If I can't get to share it with you?
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Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 4:22 AM UTC
Wanderlust