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by ~mjs5zx
hopeIf, under a waterfallhope
I could freeze from the moisture
of your openness, then timidity
will throw me into the warmth
of my blood, and I will
have lost myself in the forest
I fell for when you
touched me
with those eyes;
Afterwards,
I will lie shivering on the ground fondling
God's breasts to drink milk, for my lips
are too dry kissing yours, but even this
confrontation can not ease
this anxiety, for there
is still too much
death in love.
by ~mjs5zx
lovewithashotgunlove with a shotgun is what i felt when i looked into her eyes, my heart exploding into emotional fragments,pieces,pain, sporadicallylovewithashotgun
scattered into the ocean of my screaming soul, screaming from the torment of my cold, lonely prison, a prisoner from her caribbean eyes, pulling me in with loud greens and smooth blues and warm lips, and her, her, body that curves like the smoke from the shotgun that shot me.
Angels give me wings so that I may fly into heaven, but I am too dense for these clouds,
so that I fall into a collapsing delusion, shot,
by a modern day cupid, carrying
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bare, swollenshot in the pocket, it's time for a change for a chance altercation to pull at: this gun range is burning up holes in our bare, swollen feet in the kitchen and quietly speaking that everything's fine, everythings how it's supposed to be.bare, swollen
fallacy
is hard to pick out from a lineup of thirty-day-rinse-repeat-mistakes when you hoist yourself tooth and nail over the finish line, blood stains and tears only tell what side of the race you're on...
and never what you've won.
mount saint helens is in everyman. things tend to build and then all of a sudden we're high and removed, we're ash in the air,
by ~extramundane
Headphones and ExpansionI am the soles of his shoes, I must like the feeling of my cheeksHeadphones and Expansion
against the gravel, he presses my jawline in
hard, I keep coming back in an attempt to pluck out
each pin shaped stone. There is not much inside apart from old cogs
and plastic tubes that twist around my spine,
something burrows into my stomach and sits,
clattering as I breathe and I have to keep on hushing it up
as its fingers start to pull my ribs apart
so the world can eye my heart up, open like empty drawers,
so I can walk around with my pores unfastened spilling out everywhere.
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- Current Residence: University of Virginia in Charlottesville, VA
- Interests: Beautiful faces, Dark caresses, Stolen glances of truth
- Favourite movie: "La Pianiste" Haneke and other bizarre films
- Favourite band or musician: thursday and schubert
- Favourite genre of music: Classical and Emo
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