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 Aug 2014 Nur Almaz
Mr E
Reality
 Aug 2014 Nur Almaz
Mr E
The pictures in my mind
Always bursting with color and wondrous light
But when they journey to the real world
They fade to grey and white
 Aug 2014 Nur Almaz
Amanda
He^
 Aug 2014 Nur Almaz
Amanda
He^
Footsteps chasing after overly-small ones.
Little gaps of space between their lips & hearts;
flitting in between are voices like little notations on crumpled maps.

Carelessly inked shortcuts to a
dainty dabble of
yellow on
ones soul.
Hey hey hey gorgeous reader!
How are you doing?
I have an english essay to write tomorrow about the film Gattaca!
Have any of you seen it?
x
P.S The above is a little backstory of how Mister Him walked me home.
*nervous giggle*
 Aug 2014 Nur Almaz
Akemi
I have framed you
In soft pewter blues
For too long

You are an arc of indelible
Electricity
Thunder clapping through
My broken heart
In an endless winter storm
10:40pm, August 14th 2014

The only time I've felt alive.
 Aug 2014 Nur Almaz
Louise
Do you remember from so long ago
the sweet taste of my love

Do you still remember my scent
when you said
it felt like home

Forget the 'I love you's' spoken now
and the time you kissed my mouth

Forget the broken look in my eyes
from the day you left
Ed Sheeran inspired.
His line was 'Will your mouth remember the taste of my love'
 Aug 2014 Nur Almaz
jennifer ann
apreciate the world for all of its beauty,
& please dont dwell on all of the negativity,
eventhough society is cruel and ugly,
please remember my love, that you are lovely.

you're too young, to be so broken down and sad.
dont let bad people, make you feel so bad.

& i know, you have a million scars on your broken
heart, but its time to let it go, dont let toxic people tair you apart, its time to move on, be strong and let yourself grow.

lifes too short and too precious,
time flys by far too fast, dont destroy your
future, dwelling on your troublesome past.
hug more, fight less.
relax, and dont stress.
live every day like its going to be your last.

if i had a time machiene.
these are the things that i would tell myself.
at the age of seventeen.
lives burn bright
and die out

some are remembered
and some forgotten

each light is precious and unique
in the end which lights are remembered is
insignificant
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