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We will leave you in the midst of a poetic truce, as you spill experiences into our open palms. Writing to make sense of what has happened, nestling your deepest secrets in our fingertips. Our roots so deep in our poetry, if you tried to unearth us, we would shriek louder than banshee's. Unravel our words, enter the labyrinth of our minds, there are sunsets in our stomachs, and December runs through our veins. We are the stars to your blank skies, the pause between each ragged breath, the tragedy suffocating the air. We are the pause before the applause. We are rarity's like Haley's comet making you scramble for a telescope. Only crows writhing with broken necks are more twisted than the life stories resting under our tongues. We are poets, engraved in history, fluent in all that is artistic and worldly. Poetry a warm blanket we remain hidden in on a cold winter morning. Reality is a cold floor that our bare feet are too scared to touch. By JannaLee Perry and Rapunzel
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC
Remnants (collab)
We will leave you in the midst of a poetic truce, as you spill experiences into our open palms. Writing to make sense of what has happened, nestling your deepest secrets in our fingertips. Our roots so deep in our poetry, if you tried to unearth us, we would shriek louder than banshee's. Unravel our words, enter the labyrinth of our minds, there are sunsets in our stomachs, and December runs through our veins. We are the stars to your blank skies, the pause between each ragged breath, the tragedy suffocating the air. We are the pause before the applause. We are rarity's like Haley's comet making you scramble for a telescope. Only crows writhing with broken necks are more twisted than the life stories resting under our tongues. We are poets, engraved in history, fluent in all that is artistic and worldly. Poetry a warm blanket we remain hidden in on a cold winter morning. Reality is a cold floor that our bare feet are too scared to touch. By JannaLee Perry and Rapunzel
Collab with a beautiful woman. She's an amazing poet, and a very light hearted soul. Here's her page: http://hellopoetry.com/rapunzoll/
#reality#collab#writing-with-her-was-great-tbh#im-glad-i-asked-her-to-do-this#and-im-glad-she-was-open-to-it
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC
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