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  Sep 2014 P H A S E S of the MOON
ili
My mind lingered
among the vast dreams and desires to hold a burnt plant between my lips.
To inhale something that could make me feel alive,
but could also make me feel
gone.
My existence lingered
among the thought that i have the privilege to endure a well spent death,
smoking my insides to a pulp,
except i have yet to take up the opportunity.
  Sep 2014 P H A S E S of the MOON
Rani
They asked me if
I'd ever done drugs.
And I told them about
Your eyes.
You were my drug of choice.

- Rani Olivia
They are our ESCAPE

our Fantasy

Our Ecstasy.

Our way out.
I often hear rants about drugs and peoples nasty opinions of them. I listen carefully and I agree with a few things people say about drugs and the damage it could cause, and is causing, but people have to think of why drugs are being used in the first place. It's not the 'drugs' it's LIFE! Life is the motherf#%*er who makes us rebel.
"Stop."
she says as I put the blade to my wrist
but I cannot stop

"Stop."*
she says as I sink my teeth into my thumb again
but I cannot stop

the pain is addicting
but what do you do when it becomes a drug?
The clock ticks away second by second
Counting down the time which passed
I wait on  eager anticipation
For the time where I hold you at last
For my heart eager's to be next to yours
Beat for beat, we create a metronome
A synchronization you but once get to feel
When we realize that our love is forever and real
For every second that the clock ticks by
I await for your kiss, and the love you provide
And the love I have for you is greater than words
My dear love, my heart will forever be yours
When you truly love someone, every minute apart feels like an eternity.
you
i still can feel your touch
on my skin
on my soul

i still can see your shapes
with your sad eyes
with your lovely bruises

i still can hear your voice
with a sound that is only
with your sadness that i can feel

i still can feel you
even if you are
a thousands miles
away
from me.
  Sep 2014 P H A S E S of the MOON
BDR
I miss your lips

On me

Like rain

On window panes

Like leaves

On a winters day

Like the lighting on your skin

When it's against me,

Ready to win.
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