shula-eWhisper

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16 hours agoIt was not that far off in time / I was spooning your sleeping self / Cradling your flesh with mine,
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Nov 15, 2011
August just as NovemberWe go out running. / Loudly our silence shrieking / back and forth with the wind
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Nov 17, 2011
A Whole New WorldLike strangers Uninvited / Into each others domain / I crept a little closer to u
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Nov 15, 2011
Bodies of Water and Bodies under stoneI always encounter different versions of you here / By bodies of water and bodies under stone / I’m trying to figure the symbology
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Nov 15, 2011
By the bank of her broken dreamsFull of anger and sweet sorrow, the fragile butterfly desperately wants a home. She wants the sunshine, she tries to be the sun. All is fair in love and war. Her wings chip away when she is dropped all the time. But this is the price she pays for flying to high places. And beleiving. The price she pays for embracing the wind so unconditionally, for shedding her colors onto gray spaces all because she knows color and about how joy is attained. Her screams are so silent and pierce through the ears of all the rocks of all the mountains. Thus she has no defense but the voice of the mute. She stands alone on legs so weak in a courtroom of lions. She wonders whether she might sometime be granted the privelage from the wind to be carried off and spread into many many different things out into the stormy waters of the ocean. Perhaps then through multiplication, she might be cancelled out. She gazes longful of such a plight out onto the water and by the bank of her broken dreams she sits down to weep.
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Nov 15, 2011
HeartbreakSo weary of waging battles for the sunshine, this armor unbearably heavy now, this noose a garland of roses triumphantly paced around my neck. I can embrace a Lover as loyal as the devil, come walk me head on into the deep end of the river, I will surrender to the poison u will force down into my person, intoxicating me forever. Like deadweight I will crash, But a fall after every bone is broken must not feel like much. My casket must be of wicker and roses and I want melodic screams of outrage and wails of horror before and after my eulogy. It shall be marvelously tragic. A light squashed so cruelly so early before it had a chance to light others. And when it is learned of why it had been extinguished, even the faithless will be squirming with a deep shame and irrepairable sense of guilt. And the eternally youthful spirit will settle finally in ways she never could while living, smiling in deep satisfaction and revelling in the hell she has now forever cast upon these mortals.
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Nov 15, 2011
Pillowtalk JazzWrap your legs around me tonight, / he begs / Whisper to me through the web
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Nov 15, 2011
Refund on LifeWhat does traffic smell like / Chokes and gasoline and heartbeats gone amok / why are the streetlights so aggressive to my eyes
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Nov 15, 2011
Rivers of WineI licked his lips / They tasted of stale women / Of rivers of wine
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Nov 15, 2011
Sand in the WindHis eyes are not crazy or wild like mine / in contrast- he is the calm to my storm / Air to my earthiness.
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Nov 17, 2011
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