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 Jan 14 Maybetomorrow
K
Is there ever
A day without thinking of you?
The sun gaps of light
Aren’t even bright anymore
I used to
stare at them and
visualize your
beautiful, beautiful face
Inspiration gone: CHECK
 Jan 14 Maybetomorrow
Liana
Everyone looks at their feet
Looks down
It's what we're used to now

But just for a second
If you dare to glance up
It might flip your world around
I always try to look up when I walk, and I end up seeing things people often miss. I always look at the ceilings of the house I'm in too. I've complimented people on them before and they tell me they've never even noticed it before!!

(This note was written by a bear that didn't want to hurt anyone. He wanted to be a gummy bear. Then he was eaten. The end :)!)
 Jan 14 Maybetomorrow
Liana
Let me ask you a question:

If a room is dark
And you turn on a light
Is the room still dark?

Everyone I ask
Tells me it's now light
But they're assuming
That lightness
Overweighs the darkness

What if the darkness
Is just too strong?
What if the light
Is too dim?
A nightlight of sorts
In a big forest

Or maybe
Both answers are right
And it just depends where you draw the line
What do you think?

(This note was written by a tomato that was empty inside. No seeds. Just darkness. He's waiting to be cut open.)
Darling time traveller,
do you know what you are?
Have you yet dismissed the normality
you are incapable of?
Are you as fiercely protective of yourself,
as you are of your art?
When you hide away in boxes,
is it fear or is it love?
  
You can put all the paints away,
dismiss every pen.
But what you see is different,
darling time traveller.
You can turn away,
you can pretend.
But you must know,
you are the reality unraveller.
I’ve met a beautiful woman,
her face native to a land
that’s not mine
but I would still recognize it.

There’s no second thought about it:
she’s native by blood,
by eyes,
by cheekbones,
by the warmth in her skin,

a warmth that transcends
her shirt, my shirt,
my skin,
finding its way toward my soul.

Lightning strikes twice
campfires and oven mitts.

What a disrespectful way
to love someone,
but I wouldn’t wait
to love her.
 Jan 13 Maybetomorrow
Liana
Silent Screams
In my head
And unnoticeable outloud
Almost constantly

There are very few
That listen to them
And more so
Understand

I know most
Don't hear them
When standing right there,
Through the walls,
Through the bathroom stalls
Or at all
But they are the loudest kind of screams
To me
(this note was written by a roof you don't even know is over your head. You fear when it rains you'll get wet.)
 Jan 13 Maybetomorrow
K
Gawk
 Jan 13 Maybetomorrow
K
Coffee is my favorite drug
It glorifies
my saintly desire
To improve.
Greeting life in the sun
With ice cream
For breakfast.
Curiosity
Factors
every motivation.
We love to
Die for pleasure
Yet
We wonder
how pleasure
Dies for you.
I believed in consciousness
Until I met you.
 Jan 13 Maybetomorrow
K
Teeny
 Jan 13 Maybetomorrow
K
I tried looking away
your beauty still lingers on me
mesmerizingly evil.
A shame to look at
I rather bleed on paper.
A sin to think about
I much rather talk in sly secret.
Suggestions?
Being fed to the wolves isn't too bad.
get away from this dangerous,
Devious thought of
desiring you.
It's always good to take a break from anything;
until the break is permanent
 Jan 13 Maybetomorrow
K
Happy,
But alone.
You miss me so much
I can see it in your eyes and look
The make up screams at me
The quotes are indirect
It's beautiful to see and quite frankly
I miss you too
there was nothing but oh there was
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