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September 14, 2009
A truly imaginative offering, ~SmileforSomeone's and we found... easily takes what seems ordinary and turns it into something quite extraordinary.
Featured by LadyLincoln
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we love like we sin, terrified and breathless.
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.
we whisper promises to dandelions because they do not
know how to hold grudges and we refuse to die because
the world can not stand the sight of our scars and
cloud-colored eyes filled with a malady called freedom.
we are believers and dreamers and scared to death but we
are not done yet. we are dusty library windows and thunder
raking through bones and leaving eyes glowing, skin shaking,
burning whispers of 'I'm sorry, but this is me. This is just
me.'
we are not victims, we are survivors,
and you'll be praying for death by tomorrow morning.
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.
we whisper promises to dandelions because they do not
know how to hold grudges and we refuse to die because
the world can not stand the sight of our scars and
cloud-colored eyes filled with a malady called freedom.
we are believers and dreamers and scared to death but we
are not done yet. we are dusty library windows and thunder
raking through bones and leaving eyes glowing, skin shaking,
burning whispers of 'I'm sorry, but this is me. This is just
me.'
we are not victims, we are survivors,
and you'll be praying for death by tomorrow morning.
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because rain is meant for...
if living were a shirt,
you'd be size large
and i would be an
extra-small,
strangled by my own
attire,
because i spend my time
walking downtown
feeling smaller
and smaller
every
day.
if ever i had
the chance to hear
ten thousand abbey-monks
singing in perfect harmony,
i would still be stubborn enough
to say you
are more divine.
you are the start,
the in-between,
and the ever-after
of the most destructive
and beautiful storms
to grace the surface of my world;
every time you walk away
you leave behind
everything, everything,
all the evidence
that it will surely
rain again.
but i do not deserve
to dance in such
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sempiternal
When I grow old
I want
a thousand
laugh-lines.
For when rainbows dilute and notebooks fatten
on times untimely passing,
when the moon falls out of kilter with a sun that
curdles in a sad, forgotten sky,
and the rain congeals inside the clouds
when the slurry of seconds sinks deep into my bones
and my skin crumples like parchment, my spine coils and splinters
and my fingers buckle, knuckle-cracking -
when my dreams fa
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leitmotif
(I will never forgive Millais for painting Ophelia calm in the water. My cousin Noah died shoeless and struggling under a lonely mans hands, his eyes full of rain runoff. Real people dont sink as pretty as oil on canvas: Noah was four feet five on the autopsy slab, no flowers, no frames. I am ruled by the aesthetic, but I would embrace his every imperfection if it meant having him back. This clumsy dilettante still loves Noah with the scabs on his shins, sitting sloppy at Sams recitals in sneakers and shorts. Give me the asymmetry of his eyelashes. For the fir
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full title: and we found that, together, we could never breathe
edit:
Thank you everybody for the favorites and the comments! I'm honored and pleased to have gotten a DD. I never thought my writing would really touch someone but it seems like I was wrong. Again, thank you so much.
edit:
Thank you everybody for the favorites and the comments! I'm honored and pleased to have gotten a DD. I never thought my writing would really touch someone but it seems like I was wrong. Again, thank you so much.
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