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rachel-strowbridge
rachel-strowbridge
American Expressing - Growing - Flowing
my mind is weary that it has painted every blushing cheek that I have ever kissed every pair of lips I may have dreamt them up but with each heavy thought I sink deeper in my flesh and I'm deep with you we need a new head rush a vacation for a daze or two we'll lay sand at the bedside and find that each morning's an ocean and the tide will tell us how the future doesn't exist maybe my brain will grow fonder of what my heart likes
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Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 3:59 AM UTC
Lessons in Tide
eyes clear, mind fogged I drift in and out of reach warm touch, I melt an easy wall to breach I’m emotional, irrational we intertwine in lust you call, wind batters my words are specs of dust cheeks pressed, still quiet I am learning now to grow it was empty, it was open but I remember let go
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Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 8:56 PM UTC
de-tach
I have wilted this close remember to breathe I am selfish in an instant please don’t leave I feel it heart sinks but the answer is, “No.” I’ll disappoint you the last whisper, “I have to go.”
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Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 6:03 PM UTC
Hold
Freshly bitten lips skin blooms pink again tiny indentations pupils breathing, expanding fingers reach, grasp, feel
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Aug 25, 2012
Aug 25, 2012 at 6:23 PM UTC
lovebite
on an evening when I’d string together whispers little beats from the sleepy hearts and I’d find comfort in the gaps between the places I could store a sigh or two my glass hiding spots and there is a constant loneliness in feeling no roots beneath you no tie to the bones in your fingers some day I will live by the ocean so maybe then I can feel an impression of something forever pulling me closer a salted embrace
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Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 3:10 PM UTC
ocean embrace
I knew we’d have to say goodnight on a hillside, bathed in city lights I waited for you to kiss me We let the ocean set us afloat I read the letter that you wrote It pulled me back to sea The crack in your windshield gleamed as it split open freeway beams I watched them paint you I waited for the morning light my eyes burned when you took flight I’d stretch my love East
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Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 9:56 PM UTC
Distance
I want lavender hair and rose pedal eye lids I want that crushed apple kiss in the neighborhood park I want to find myself somewhere I’ve never been in a movie, in a feeling, in an absence. I want broken memories and mix tapes to track them I want that lunar light to ravel in my hair, in my nails I want to loose myself somewhere I can be safe in a book, in a kiss, in an ocean. I want whispered feelings and warm skin constellations I want that empty feeling in a sleepless evening I want to fill myself with something I can hold on to in a secret, in a soul, in a lifetime.
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Jul 29, 2012
Jul 29, 2012 at 5:21 PM UTC
want
tucked into moonlight sisters planted in soil she kissed you asleep
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Feb 1, 2012
Feb 1, 2012 at 2:34 AM UTC
window way
I saw the moon in February it took me back to that empty place I had found in myself Lapetus was holding my heart tugging me further and further out into the black, into the arms of Jove destiny was waiting for me there or so I was told my Valentine whispered star dust something bright, airy nothing I would ever want that empty place was calling me again in the back of my throat an ember glowed, Shining Father I craved anything that might steal away this hollow shell what some named mortality but there at my core, my own Sun my glossy solar system I could still feel a dull pulse lunar hands enveloping my heart tugging me further and further out into the fields of Capitoline Hill, into the beak of a great marble Eagle he was waiting for me there or so I was told
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Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 5:41 PM UTC
Jove's place
too quiet just a pair of old friends caught up in a snowstorm feet kicked upon the table you tasted bitter the second time we paused but maybe it was just you those dragonfly kisses that bruise on your wrist found its way to my mouth we were delicate leaves itching to make our first, and last, flight. all of those November bruises you were quite the adventure hands reached out for laughter you tasted bitter the second time I paused maybe it was just me
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Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 2:19 PM UTC
November bruises