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Mr Quiet Aug 8
I could give you the entire universe but then I would just be giving you yourself.
but it's true tho.
When You Used To Call Me Mine
Part 14/14
slay Jan 20
1
brush my eyelashes out from yours
clasp the nape so not to wake you
purged my blackheads from your pores
i gently exfoliate you
my hair is growing from your head
your nails are shooting out my beds
i file and i shape you

arms and legs unhinged from mine
bares his weight so not to wake me
closed a loop with both our spines
said he wants to figure eight me
i feel his heartbeat in my chest
and our skin blends with each caress
his presence mediates me
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Danny Z Jul 23
Capricious Destiny

“It’ll never work,” I said to my friend.
“Don’t be insecure, be a man,” he said.

Not a whisper or stir but the sound of her breath in quiet moments with soul so still I feel the weight of her breasts and significance in my life overwhelm me with flesh and an opiated head nudging me to wonder if all past mistakes were pratfalls into channels of grace guiding me to her roping light in the room where moon drowns the dark never had a hue of sublimity until I felt the fire of her breath warming me--the wings of the soul God blew into Adam bringing he and I to life with a kiss her heart on mine forms a circuit--what comes out, comes back, electrified and perfect, and see how sleep comes easily to an emptied mind with bright brown eyes draped by pear-skinned eyelids, asleep, her breathing--loud and deep--like Darth Vader and I wonder if this moment has layers like the rings in the sequoia of time sprouting a thousand incarnations of sons and sighs and embraces parted by dust and us--the gravel flowers uprooted like this bygone twilight opiating insight: this was meant to be. And with a notion to be one with her, as odd a notion as it may seem, I synchronize my breath with that of hers--In...out...together now, one being: Adam and Eve.

“But not so fast!” cackles Destiny!
Or perhaps my stupid self-fulfilling prophecy.
w y n n e Jul 2016
1
They said pain is temporary
But I can feel my bones
disintegrating at a rapid pace
the more I think about your goodbyes
you keep sending me.

I can feel my blood
entering the veins to my brain
like a bullet train
the moment you wanted me
out of your life.

I can feel my breathe
reaching an unsteady,  
erratic tempo as my pulse flutters
in my heart
the moment you said
you love someone else.  

It has been 6 months exactly
since the the day you turned around
and never looked back.  

But the pain is still here.  
It's still destroying the fuck out of me.
It's as if I would run out of breath
and collapse any moment.

Tell me.

How do you kill a feeling?
Sofia Von Jan 2014
Nothings how it looks in fact, maybe the opposite
People say I'm energetic
When I'm fighting for consciousness
Downed NyQuil to solve my imperfections
Took Benadryl to sleep
Drugs make chatter over the back and forth banter of boredom
And action
A trip to the hospital
Affects the people to care for a minute
Hallucinogens fade, but this music it stays
No 3G left fuck it lets sing
Words slurred
eyes red
I don't give a fuck, spread love
Acceptance
And tears of joy
The ones that run over the face of a baby boy
Mama's proud
Baby you're so smart!
You're gonna be so successful!
Yeah I remember those days
Now its nicotine sticks on my lips and E's for my mom to brag about
They think I'm lost
Am I?
Testing to be done
Society approved pills to pop
And a letter from my aunt
Words spread like dye in water
I've dropped
Down from the heaven of the early years
Lucifer can maneuver his way around the city unnoticed
A spy who tells lies to himself and greets the people as equal
Human again
I'd like to be

All I want to do live!
But a life's money, family, and a plan
Floaters get flushed
Couch potatoes get crushed
Lazy asses
Ha
They just get fat
Like these joints everybody wants to roll
Weed is for beginners but what happens to the pros?
No trophy for the taking
No stack of gold
Just a massive headache
And dependance
Diet coke doesn't count

My sis puts her heart on her sleeve
Me
I don't even think I have one
No wait it's up my ass
Fuck me good fuck me long
That only love is what turns me on
If not
Keep out
Of my head
Or
Switch, light
Too god damn bright to illuminate
these white walls I'm hired to paint
24hrs, 365 days a year, until the day it’s complete
Avoidence
Births time from time

Cuts wrists to elbow
Show how mellow
I can be
Let me cope
Every days a new day
Born today die tomorrow
Next day
Wake up
Look in the mirror and decide
what you'd like to see
My type is tall,
My type is dark hair-
My type is kind,
My type is brown eyes-

My type is witty with a smile so clean,
A smile so natural, a smile so wide-
Not sure what it was, I must've implied,
But I'm sure of it now, I must firstly confide-
My feelings for you, I need not must hide,
If your name was Bonnie, then I'd be your Clyde
Daisy Marrow Aug 2013
Once I was a king loathed by my kingdom.
I was a machine built from the toughest iron nothing could break through.
I left my emotions to rust in the rain and murdered them in the cold night.
But I let my ego hold my strings and now I can't even treat a human right.
I meet a manic on the south side of town.
With a cane in hand and his mind locked in a birdcage since the war.
He was a maniac for trusting me and loving me and all my iron core.
I don't believe his tales for,
he is dead on the inside.
Departed from his heart,
He says he feels more alive this way.
With a cigarette in my hand, I hope for his life to never feel alone again.
Sherlock BBC
Sherlock/John
2013
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