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#eyelashes
What is it about loose eyelashes That prompts wofty wishes; Are they heaven’s kisses In disguise? We all want to lift our eyes Above the cloak of disguise Even if it may compromise The facade, and authenticity’s surprise. This world is concrete; In Western buildings and consumer-trodden streets, In the here-and-now, we can flee And dismiss lofty things as absolute. But we are meaning-makers, We are constant risk-takers. We are pursuers for magic’s sake, And may our quest we foolheartedly take.
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Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 4:31 PM UTC
floating eyelashes
I'm kissing the shells of her eyes, the little hairs -- prickle: be careful!
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Aug 2, 2024
Aug 2, 2024 at 2:05 AM UTC
[ I'm kissing the shells ]
My dear, you sway with the nervous passion of a thousand winds. Tell my why you are so anxious, when you carry their wishes on your eyelashes?
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Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 1:33 AM UTC
Wishes
Tears sit on my eyelashes Heavy breathing and Hearts beating Fill my ears. They're mine I think. No one else is in here. No one else realizes that I'm in bed Sobbing into my pillow Listening to sad songs. No one cares. Why would they?
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Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 8:45 PM UTC
Dark Rooms
My eyelashes are shooting stars, least appreciated for their beauty. Much trusted for their 'Wish fulfilment'.
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Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 3:34 PM UTC
Wish upon a shooting star
Lone your stupor sits. What reverie you declare, ambrosia never stang like this since last the rain came stinging. Ah but puddles my dear, what fun! I'll watch your splish splash but let us not forget the protection glass affords. I fear large numbers. I confess, it's true. It's not the hands per se, rather the eyelashes and how they remind me of teeth. They chew me up with a glance. Still, what good could one decimal eyelash hope for faced with Napoleon's specters. I'd wager on scarce. Even so, eyelashes chewed through my thatcher. I'll have to buy a new one. One that isn't so fond of how the Swiss process milk. Not that it's desired but it's still nice to have a tally in the loner's column, now and again.
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Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC
Lone
as i brush the mascara on my eyelashes, i notice the rain outside, gently hitting my windows. it’s a beautiful thing
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Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 9:23 AM UTC
mascara
flower petals seem to travel on the wings of birds on the outstretched arms of the wind fluttering like eyelashes like the rustling leaves of dying trees down to the ground at your feet if only i could get to you just a little faster
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Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC
wind flowers
voices to me they cried my tongues tied to an pole vice like grips on my mind hammer and nails she is an viper her venom trying doom on me shaking here these chains tremble hair of an lions back bear love me she feels from hibernation she caught me dream walking between her teeth my deaths voices to me ? ... .. .
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Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 1:57 PM UTC
voices to me
And like someone took millions of years to create you; Those eyes, Hiding secrets somewhere under those eyelashes and rest, in a split of a second spilling all the kindness left for the human kind.
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Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 1:20 AM UTC
Years
he does not know how soft his lips are how tender pressed against mine how the corners of his eyes crinkle when he shuts them to put his face onto mine how my lipgloss leaves sparkles on his nose how his eyelashes tickle my cheekbones all these little things he does not know
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Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 5:21 PM UTC
Know
If only I could tell you how much the spiders on my eyes appreciate you, then the sentences that hang in the air would be pinned to the ceiling and the cigarette would still be unlit in the corner by the lamp.
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Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 12:31 AM UTC
Burnt Orange
eyelashes damp, i listen to the music and my thoughts and the wonderful words you've sent to me to try and calm me but all of it is so overwhelming and tears rush down
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Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC
overwhelmed
Ah! how the memory of those pretty green eyes enlighten my senses making them parallel to round ***** of safety. Ah! how those eyes regurgitate and bounce pupils widening whenever my eyes meet their gaze wavering and moving from person to person in an intimate crowded group setting. Ah! how those eyes which resemble soft moss or the slick flesh of kiwis stare at mine catching like how flypaper catches mosquitoes accidentally but intentionally awkwardly but inventively and ultimately intentionally. Ah! how the memory of those pretty green eyes throw me off balance when they lock into mine and for a good ten seconds merging a little too long unnoticed by the crowd. Ah! how those eyes are like ghosts in my memories so valid and plausible they seem to drift yet knowing they will be seen tonight creates a fidgety hope splintered and shaking within this hubris heart. Ah! how those eyes are framed by the curliest of lashes so cute they bloom ripe smiles within this here empty chest cavity which seems to be defeated at the moment but somehow waiting to witness orbs of stegosaurus skin shelled and shellacked and unbuckled am i at just a smack. Ah! how those eyes are like a slap to my psyche. Every part a swirling mass of unabridged uncertainty. And no matter how it seems those irises of gold and green will always be downright dainty.
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 2:16 PM UTC
Missing Those Pretty Green Eyes
always is there one stuck in my eye distorting my vision causing pain requiring the time for removal but by the time i've eradicated it -it sometimes takes ages- there's another to take its place why is there an endless supply?
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Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 6:12 AM UTC
eyelashes
i see eyelashes that you can't. they lurk in the corners of my sleep deprived eyes. fuzzy blurs that struggle to pull my swollen eyelids down. they frame the entire periphery of my world. sometimes i pull them out because they won't stop dragging me down. i don't know if your eyelashes look like mine. but i have always imagined that we're all the same.
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Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC
eyelashes
My top and bottom eyelashes
 Get tangled up in a twist
 When we kiss You ring me out
 Like a ***** rag All my feelings gushing
 Out
 Into your drain of a mouth You spin me around 
Little tea-cup, equipped with a steering wheel I want to throw up
 You make me sick, nauseated
 With this thing called puppy love
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Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 3:33 PM UTC
Not Real
If your eyes could speak The way you batted your eyelashes robs me of my insanity I try to pull myself away from you But your beauty just throws me intro frenzy Darling, my curiosity is piqued
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Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 10:59 AM UTC
Your Eyes
I've had grit in my eyes for so long. I've had sleep stuck in my eyelashes for so long, refusing to sink and rest. This is the kind of grit that I cannot wipe away not the kind of tired I can sleep away. I've so tired for so long. When will it go away? It will go away, right?
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Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
Grit Covered Eyes
I remember it all as The 1975 played Eyes dancing in the smoke of your wilted cigarette Tangled in the bed comforter Our lips pressed together Carving novels from the sweep of your eyelashes Your hand on my leg sending lightning through my bloodstream Kneading contained desire into new shapes Though room was frigid I could feel my cheeks getting crimson and heated As we pressed closer Skin to skin Whispering unspoken truths through laced fingers My lipstick wore off on your neck Around the bruises I left Time waving goodbye as the sun slowly rose
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Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 10:19 PM UTC
Remember?
**Holding me with the color of her skirt** *Catching me with nets of her eyelashes* **The time now is ripe for my villainy** *Yes I've long been to the kindergarten* **It's now time for my evil wicked plans**
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Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 5:14 AM UTC
Enough Of ABCD
There are butterflies painted on the ceiling, and moths clinging to the light fixtures. I pluck out my eyelashes and make the same wish on each one. She holds my hand and kisses my lips and leaves me gasping for air, and I wonder if she's just as confused as I am.
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 6:28 AM UTC
She Wasn't (Excerpts from the Diary of a Girl Gone Astray)