you dont know me
Hopelessthe leaves burn my eyes.
Newest
oh god, dear god, good godit is an infection, an air-born diseaseoh god, dear god, good god
springing from
your eyelashes and your paper jesus'.
it's inside
porcelain girls with their pale lips and hidden
scars, lonely boys whispering around the pearls
on their tongues, aliens with razor blade dreams
and their heroin-addled phantom lovers.
and dear god it's like reading and realizing you're there and you are the boygirl who is being torn down and apart and through because really this
book is exactly like your world, our world, except
it's never been real.
a
by ~SmileforSomeone
no sweet nothings...I want to do ballet in the ocean, turn in graceful pirouettes as my spider- web lungs fill with salt water, elegant fouettes in the dejected abyss, among your wasted aspirations, anxious phantoms and eloquent sense of insecurity.no sweet nothings...
I want to write poetry on an old Trojan battlefield or the grave of a Russian martyr. Jewish ghosts brush my hair with neurotic fingertips, frozen eyes and whisper, 'Amen, amen.' There is nothing more satisfying than an ending.
I want to melt into my bloodstream, bone marrow, two-hundred and six imperfect pieces of just me, in
by ~SmileforSomeone
god's good ocean gone wrongremember:god's good ocean gone wrong
This is not meant to be sad or desperate or angry. This is not meant to manipulate your desperate shadows with
awkward words and vehement faith.
This is merely a warning.
remember:
My head is not something you can see inside and your oceans
cannot drown my hope. You can wish but your words
cannot fill my smile with anything less than regret.
remember:
Disease eats away at your heart but never your soul.
remember:
Your two dimensional gods have not visited me and I
by ~SmileforSomeone
and we found...we love like we sin, terrified and breathless.and we found...
we are tea-at-midnight girls, naming constellations that don't exist after lost tourists we meet on the street, reminding our freckle covered shoulders that even beautiful things can be made ordinary.
we are broken fingers and half-closed eyelids and a penchant for mischief. we are ribbon skin and frantic desires and incandescent hope. we are a voice spilling secrets to falling leaves diving after their arachnid brothers,
mimicking the millions before us who were judged unfairly, unjustly but all too correctly.
by ~SmileforSomeone
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what ever doesn't kill us just makes us wish it had.
Sometimes I have trouble hoping, so I love it when I can inspire others to hope.
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there are worlds dying behind your eyes.
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Nobody said it was easy;
No one ever said it would be so hard.
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there are worlds dying behind your eyes.
But really, your work is stunning.. and I really wish other people thought so too. <3
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Nobody said it was easy;
No one ever said it would be so hard.
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there are worlds dying behind your eyes.
sorry if i post it at reply, i can't post on comment box.
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas d’accord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu’? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
You're welcome.
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there are worlds dying behind your eyes.
Keep it up, you've a gorgeous mind.
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When it seems like living's harder than dying
For me, giving up's way harder than trying.
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Thank you. C:
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there are worlds dying behind your eyes.
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When it seems like living's harder than dying
For me, giving up's way harder than trying.
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there are worlds dying behind your eyes.
keep up the incredible work.
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