| "dancing at the disco, dieing on the dance floor." |
Current mood:embarrassed
Beautiful freedom. No dieing for a greater good. The beauty of erasing. Not forgetting.
I want to explain the horrid beauty of erasing. Thinning it out. leaving no doubt. Remembering the steps, the touches, the flavors. The satin on lips and the gluten on hips. Dieing to fade away. To drift into nothingness. Mirrors are breaking. Fists and no one wants to see this. Polar opposite of attractive. Sleep never sounded so good or felt so far away. No one needs to know if we decide to let go.
What do ya say.
Devine intervention denied. |
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| Leaving myself notes in lipstick. Bathroom mirrors and long lost hopes. |
Current Mood: cynical
I'm so sorry. Now its too late. Why did I hurt you. Changes to myself. Changes to the world. Coulda been so much more. So careless with myself. With my flesh. My prison. It coulda been better. Been tighter, sexier, stronger. Better. THINNER. Pass the mirror. Satan in glass. Let me see your face. Your crying. Hurting. Whispering. Taste tears. Pain. Years. EVERYTHING. Cant let this go. Weight on my shoulders is only the beginning. Dieing to get down.
Vanity death and soulless quest. Where can this lead.
How did I get here.
In my own head.
Body swapping doesn’t sound so bad. |
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| When the day met the night...have I been here before? |
Current mood: Nostalgic/grateful
We were one mistake from not being together. We both know what that feels like. I feel like I'm finally taking control of my life. Feel like I’m losing control with you tonight. Only a minute to think. If you will take me as I am, I will take all that you have to give. Craving more. Always. Hungry for life. You know I need you. You know I beg in my sleep. This is reality. This is more than most ever get. Loved one is so below you. Worshipped sounds closer. Think of the past. Talk it over. We're still discovering. This is so worth it. Late night thoughts and typical reactions. Nothing to regret, the words I whisper in the dark are more than the truth. Think of the past and of the moans in the night. |
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| “The scars of the past are not yet sore.” |
Current mood: worried
Lets see if hope floats. I have a feeling it wont. Sinking ships and your at the bottom of the ocean. Half of me and I can't reach you. Water logged and swollen. Making peace with our gills and fins. Americans resurrected and a smiling death. They watch us flounder as they get theirs. Half the pain half the numbness. Staring in wonder at green eyes I know so well. All they’ve seen. Eden lost in a sea of black. This isn’t right. The ocean is too big and we are swirling down. Holding hands and dreaming of brighter days. Don't let them take this away.
Father forgive us for we are sin. Father forgive them for they don't know what they do, no wait that’s not right, father send them straight to hell for the evils they have done, for the hurt they have instilled.
They don’t know what they are throwing away. I cant lie to you. I cant take this without you. So much space between us and yet I know how close we could be. There is so much better, and it is meant for you. |
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| Pretty. Odd. |
Current mood: mischievous
Fall into me. Like I unto you. And we are the life you live. We are the pain . As well as the pleasure. That causes obsession. Life’s fullest endeavor. We are a twin set. Set like a bomb. Ticking away seconds. Until we arrive. At the end of the road.
Two separate people. Sharing one space. Pulling away little. Tiny parts of each other. I am the dark side. You bring the light. You need me. Love me and treat me. Like the part that I am. The part that is you. We listen. We are true.
Fall into me. Like I unto you. Turn off the lights. We know this space. By hearts. That beat together. |
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| Divine intervention denied |
Current mood: thoughtful
Pretty petals in the breeze. Horses graze majestic fields. The color of your eyes. Rainbows across blue skies. Nice to look at but they don't make the world work. I sit and stare at the beauty god made.
It's the dark alleys that kiss his creations. They are what cause the world to spin. To mean. The pain of a lost love, a broken nose. The fear of the dark and of loneliness. The knowledge that it could end at any moment.
Black and white need one another. Like a clock needs a bomb.
Like the tides that ebb and flow the devil makes it interesting
God just makes it so.
He gave me you to remind me that I have a reason to breath. |
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| Baby you can be oh so typical. Your words are the only ones that make sense to me. You don’t even know. |
Current mood: thankful
I making it myself. A new me. A new point of view. All wrapped up. In ribbon for you. Trying so hard to be all you wanted but still all I need. Pretty and careless. Smart yet submitting. Poetic but strong. Silly but sure.
You are so perfect. So strong and pretty to look at. And I should be too. I should be you. I want to.
Equal and opposite. We’ll be whispered into history. We are the wind of a butterflies wings, on the current of eternity. We are everything and nothing more. |
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| I would do anything to keep you by my side. |
Current mood: geeky
Bite my tongue. Sink my teeth in. I'm wrapped around your finger and its turning blue. Hold so tight that this cant slip through. Our fingers. Hold my breath and feel your words.
The taste of your kiss is more than enough to make me put down my pride.
Why did we think this would be easy. Must've been crazy. Things are always getting better. I can't look down because you have my feet to far from the ground. I won't let go and I wont give up. This is a one way street and the destination is forever. |
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| You feel like home. When I feel so very far away. |
Current mood: busy
We sing to a different song. Cut the face off the moon. One doesn’t make sense without the other. My childhood dreams without my adult loves. Your my happily ever after. Even as I rip at the seams. Playing with marbles, shiny and unique, see how they gleam. Hold on to what is real and true. What is me and what is you. Sweet breathed truths and the best place is in your arms. I wont be afraid of the dark as long as you share the tomb. You make me feel. You make me count stars and dream of long lost seas. Your fingerprints are on the walls. Of my heart.
Tell me you won't forget. Won’t ever regret. About me. About how we got here. What it meant to us. Kiss till the sun goes down. Swear this wont be the last time. |
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...genuine and unprepared..
500 words or less...
lost and found. contradictory. sXe. pretentious. spoiled. fangirl. writer. photographer. artist. mother. girlfriend. creative. I am wherever, whenever. terminal.
I am alive, are you? I am the saddest-happyiness and vice versa. I am forever, young but ageless, a scorpio, am I madd? I love Greg, cats. reading. poetry. rain. flowers. aubergine. fuschia. I miss my mommy, partying, and being my own boss. I'm addicted to my son, art, love, tat's, friends, music, and the internet.
I am alive and art is life, am I art?
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Monday, February 25, 2008 
posted by ...genuine and unprepared.. at 2/25/2008 01:17:00 AM - 
