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 Mar 2016 R
bee
galaxies.
 Mar 2016 R
bee
you're trying to blame me for what happened between us, saying i broke your heart, but don't you remember? the last time i saw you, you told me you'd give me space, but the only space i wanted was the universe within your mind.
 Mar 2016 R
bee
fernweh is a german word that means to be a homesick for a place you've never been, so i wonder what you call missing someone who was never yours.
 Mar 2016 R
river
planet // river
 Mar 2016 R
river
earth is so cool
earth is so nice
earth is the worst
earth makes me cry
 Mar 2016 R
Kristoffer Motil
i saw you in the moon

it was comforting. most people attribute their
       (eternity)
special someone to the sun. you were never that for me.
you were many countless, irreplaceable, unknown qualities
that i wanted. none of them were glaringly obvious.
besides, i am never in the light.
i am always in the dark.
       (the deep and lovely dark)
i am never lost there. i never needed a star to guide me home –
i was home already.
what i wanted
       (craved)
was the steady presence to remind me
that i was not alone.
the moon is always there, you know – even when you can’t see it.
so, i look up as night falls
       (that black curtain sweeping down, down)
and hope you’re somewhere
       (happy)
nearby, looking at that round rock in the blackness,
outshining all the rest.
i know it’s not a star, but i make a wish anyway:
your name
       (a prayer, whispered)
followed by three little words.
For Alyssia.
 Mar 2016 R
Thisis A Pseudonym
So this is longing?
I did not know it hurt so,
Well at least I know.
 Mar 2016 R
ji
Continuum
 Mar 2016 R
ji
Your breath is my nicotine,
your perfume, my smoke;
it warms my within--
a little nudge, a gentle poke

sends my sober mind ecstatic
and my drunken soul awake,
my thumping heart, erratic
and my rickety bones break

to the sound of your voice--
is my alcohol and wine
topples me out of poise,
stumbling never felt so fine

is your stare; i'm defenseless
as i stand before you
are my vice and addiction,
my downfall and destruction.
 Mar 2016 R
Bor ehgit
Untitled
 Mar 2016 R
Bor ehgit
Is there a place where we cross paths, a distant movie screen. Your blue dress sliding from the bones exposed on your shoulders. Where your eyes would slowley raise as they focused in on mine. As the background of flickering candles cast shadows along the walls and two shapes become one.
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