April 2010
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Ask me stuff. I get bored :3 http://formspring.me/hellodahly
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Ask me stuff. I get bored :3 http://formspring.me/hellodahly
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let's play hide and seek with time machines
something has made it empty here.
un-opened mail strewn across tables
and answering machines blinking red.
and that old sandwich smell that stuck to your lunchbox
and all those things that tell me you have given up on me and the thought that, maybe, she’ll come back
oh dear, you are my 70 x 7. my keyboard massacre. my columbine lovesong.
i will write all the numbers down in books so in...
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backschool windowrooms.
that moment in the window was so beautiful. sunlight filtering in. through glass, through things taped for tracing by art students. sitting on stools, paint splattered, talking.
i leaned in to kiss him, and he kisses back. he opens his mouth to let me in and for a second, the moment is perfect.
and then he ruins it by making it something it isn’t. he dirties it. he slides his hand up my...
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when i look back, i'm glad i'm clutching you and...
oh i remember the days
when you were the one to make me feel this way
after hours laughter and secret smiles when i sleep
now you’re the reason for the sad secrets that i keep
and walking on eggshells hoping they won’t shatter
i miss those days,
the ones when you made me matter
i need some relief from this constant parade of raised voices and giving in
of pretending i’m...
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page number four
I. there is something malicious in your smile.
something strange in your grin
cruelty in the folds of your eyes
II. oh my dear, you lose yourself far too quickly
to sex. to anger. to love.
hold on tighter to yourself.
III. when will you see?
this is all wrong
IV. you are my cage. traps are abundant here.
we are all trapped.
we are all traps.
V. shed the darkness.
VI. my colors are...
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color me navy, color me dark. devour the light and...
a vise, a pressure, a dark navy blue that drags you down into it’s depths.
a explosion of white that lifts you up and propels you, for however long.
4 am hours spent worrying about when it will come back
oh and it comes in cycles and it goes in cycles
and
i am so tired of the cycle, the cycle i cant control
i am happy
i am normal
i am gloomy
i am sad.
it just keeps going and going....
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you are my tragedy, help me to the headlines
outlines of curves glow in the moonlight as you slowly strip yourself of the skin you wear for other people.
mounds of socially taboo flesh escape from their confines.
hips become fuller when they aren’t belted in by the ties of what you want others to think.
naked, lonesome nightimes spent tossing and turning, readjusting pillows, throwing off covers.
finally find sleep as the...
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let me sweat joyousing
and to him you’re just a mattress in a back room.
and sleep means nothing without skin against skin.
but how sweet the morning smells, when i greet it alone?
far less sweet than when i see the dawn in the arms of a lover.
but i do not know that joy..
back rooms rarely have windows, and neither do black souls.
keep my flesh tight against yours, closely confined to spaces where hair can...
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i am lusting after summer nights
and I wish this was a summer sunset i wish this was a summer night those light blues against that bright moon should be paired with leaves, not empty branches and cleansing cold these things make my gut clench tight to my ribs i am so summer sick this isn’t about love, it’s about cold-night memories before we could see our breath and under your stars way back when i like to...
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be my mr. hyde, i'll be the persona you try to...
i’ll just cover up all our horror stories and bury them under the past with fake names and other falsities pack up the regrets with dusty old vases and the times you hurt me and hope that they’ll all believe it was someone else dr. jekyll and mr. hyde have always been one person except when the narrator makes us believe that they’re not one and the same a product of...
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the muscles in my back whisper your name and my...
It’s 7:03 and I’m wide asleep, Wondering if you could be thinking of me. Way out there in the vast wide deep. I hope you make me the one you keep Three letters are worth One thousand words Filled with dried petals and scattered earth But the ones that matter are the ones I never send I am writing letters You are returning them unopened It’s 11:48 and I’m wide...
