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RibcageI don't think your baby brains can comprehendRibcage
Just how cold it is To be lying on a steel table, shaved, vulnerable Being prepared For open heart surgery Dirty scalpels, doctors with leers behind paper masks Spattered with the brown of blood long dried Nurses with eyes shifting Glints from instruments many and ominous A sinking feeling that comes from staring up into the face of my own mortality And best of all: no anesthesia. Nothing to numb the sharpness of knives The sting of the world when it comes into contact with my softer, hidden places My organs, my muscles
by ~StarlightLover
Letters to the TowerClinking tequila glasses A toast to my broken heart To your broken judgment A mistake made once is human-- Made twice is ludicrousLetters to the Tower
You stand before me, reasonless Turning in slow motion Did you think I didn't see you look back? What seems like an eternity ago I wrote words of understanding A bittersweet goodbye A hope for new beginnings These new words are of bile Utter regret at ever handing my heart over to you My addiction In my hour of need, you walked away Leaving me weeping, perched in solitude Surrounded by my own inadequacies W
by ~StarlightLover
Sweet NothingsThe opening of the mouth The parting of lips Vibrations of vocal cords As words form in the base of the throat And work their way into eardrums Resounding Hitting new chords And awakening new monsters New masters Making putty out of the strongest wills And believers out of the most stubborn skeptics Truth from fallacy Realization through denial Promises never made Insinuated Whispers comprised mostly of wishes Wishful thinking governs interpretations Of superficial nothings No, not nothings Something else entirely Words voidSweet Nothings
by ~StarlightLover
Lonely TeaA small, nagging void In the life force of the everyday Hardly encumbering or heartbreaking But making sure to make its presence known Scratching at the inside of my brain And tapping out unbalanced rhythms On my ribcage Speaking to me in Morse code Telling me epic tales of all I've missed out on Words still stir gently in my mind Steeping, simmering And filling me with aromatic clouds Of something light and familiarLonely Tea
Words that, the more I turn them Seem like sweet lies Employed to soften the jagged edges Of rough encounters I would be fooli
by ~StarlightLover
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- Current Residence: Plastiqueville, USA
- Interests: Sarcastic commentary
- Favourite movie: Sliding Doors, Vanilla Sky, Love Actually
- Favourite band or musician: David Bowie
- Favourite genre of music: Anything that isn't nauseatingly repetitive
- Favourite artist: Ramon Hurtado
- Favourite poet or writer: Tom Robbins, Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
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- Personal Quote: "I move the stars for no one."
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Życie jest to opowieść idioty,
pełna wrzasku i wściekłości,
nic nie znacząca.
Life is a tale.
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
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in the midst of a thousand drops of red, a howl was heard from his beaten wrists...
insanity has set in...
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What being jobless means..
I really appreciate it!
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Return the favor, and comment my photos too. [link]
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~TomboyishFF: I'm going to get an O RLY hat.
~BapBap: *Distracted by Guitar Hero II* Oh really?
~Sumikami and ~TomboyishFF: ...
~BapBap: ...I didn't do it on purpose.
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Müzik muhteşem..Benden başka duyan var mı??
very glad u like ma work.
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*i am one of God's mistakes
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The heart has its reasons of which reason knows
nothing.
- Blaise Pascal
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pass the salt, please
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