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It's midnight and I feel another day snatching you away.
Are you away because that's a way of trying to forget me?
Well darling, hate to rain on your parade but
you never were good at getting me. What for?
We both know my lips are those of rose-like odor and bloodthirsty thorns.
How will you erase the marks I left?
How can you forget my perfume in your dreams?
And we both know you're in for the thrill.
But she doesn't.
You don't even know what a crush is.
The closest you got was a crash - our bodies,
creating an illusion of feelings.
Because you don't even know the definition of Love.
Then again, neither do I, for I have yet to fall in one.
Are you away because that's a way of trying to forget me?
Well darling, hate to rain on your parade but
you never were good at getting me. What for?
We both know my lips are those of rose-like odor and bloodthirsty thorns.
How will you erase the marks I left?
How can you forget my perfume in your dreams?
And we both know you're in for the thrill.
But she doesn't.
You don't even know what a crush is.
The closest you got was a crash - our bodies,
creating an illusion of feelings.
Because you don't even know the definition of Love.
Then again, neither do I, for I have yet to fall in one.
Literature
Excuses
He sleeps like a child without a voice. (And she listens like a child who cannot hear.)
He dreams like a stranger on a train. (And she watches like another fixated by his thoughts.)
He sighs like the first whisper of a rainstorm. (And she understands like the eve of the storm.)
He breathes like tomorrow is his last day. (And she reminds him that he will live longer than ever.)
He sings like a bird in the winds of the forest. (And she understands the sweetness of every note.)
He cries like the downpour in the desert. (And she climbs to the ends of the earth to make him smile.)
He loses his way like a deer out of the forest. (And she gui
Literature
Sepulchral
There is a realm
that I cannot reach,
and it dwells within
the darkest corners
of your stoic heart.
Barricaded by grief,
these walls have yet
to reveal an emotion
that has been sought
by my very own soul.
-Brian Shuffett
July 28th, 2010
Literature
Nightmares
Oh…
There you are.
I didn't see you through all this smoke at first
Is it smoke or just dust?
I can't really tell.
It's so dry here.
And loud
I didn't notice that until now
There's shouting
And sharp, piercing cracks
Your back's pressed against a wall
The building it belongs to is gutted and empty
There are pockmarks in that wall
They spiral crazily just above your head
Is that a rifle?
You check the magazine,
Ram it home again
Guess it must be
I never really thought those hands would ever hold a gun
It's kind of jarring to see.
Look around the wall at the same time
There are more people with guns
They want to hurt
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Who am I to save you,
To try and tame you,
And now that you are free of me ?
But next time when you break down,
Is it me you'll take down,
With you on your knees ?
~Crossfade - Breathing slowly
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To try and tame you,
And now that you are free of me ?
But next time when you break down,
Is it me you'll take down,
With you on your knees ?
~Crossfade - Breathing slowly
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"What a silly thing to say, my love. Of course you can't live without me." ---this line came to mind after reading your piece.
It was great tragic read. Two people together, not lovingly together per se, but together for other reasons, may be? And the speaker's out thinking about them, realizing that it may not be enough to keep them together. I adore the emotions and the imagery. Very raw and beautiful at the same time.
I felt the "my lips are those of rose-like odor" seemed a little out of place and could be rewritten into something much more fitting but that's just me. Keep at it!
Write. Critique. Repeat.
It was great tragic read. Two people together, not lovingly together per se, but together for other reasons, may be? And the speaker's out thinking about them, realizing that it may not be enough to keep them together. I adore the emotions and the imagery. Very raw and beautiful at the same time.
I felt the "my lips are those of rose-like odor" seemed a little out of place and could be rewritten into something much more fitting but that's just me. Keep at it!
Write. Critique. Repeat.