February 2012
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“At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That’s a...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via elyseiliana)
“Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It is...”
– House of Leaves (via tjcornell)
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Release the poetry
sorry, drafts and such. i still have like 40 or 50 some odd beginnings and endings and pieces of things in my drafts and stuff. there will probably be another release soon. or not. who knows? but for now, thanks for reading.
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I just want to slow dance for eternity.
Be close you your body.
Forget the distance between your heart and mine.
And when we are close,
We aren’t close enough.
And though our bodies mesh,
I feel an itch in my flesh.
Oh that if I could rip myself limb from limb
And scratch off the surface of our skin,
So that our essences might touch,
Might breath together as one.
The hinderance...
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Desire
OR how being this close to you,
huddled, hearing your heartbeat
still isn’t close enough.
How passion makes a fire that would rip right through your flesh,
that begs to tear you limb from limb, pull open your ribcage and kiss the
scars on your ailing heart. These spirits trapped in these freezing bodies,
begging to be enveloped within each other, a pleading insatiable need.
Oh, just to...
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that every morning is a rebirth of sorts.
so that you might once again start a journey
or once again find joy.
but all the same, you must learn your lessons over again.
you must awake and learn to be human.
you must awake
and feel the tingling in your hands,
feel the burden of your heart injuriously beating,
feel your chest rise and fall,
feel the demons come in and the demons go out...
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For you hath mined diamonds from her eyes
And formed them into crystals
Some affliction that bears prediction
Of some up and coming state
Something that makes you lie prostrate
Crystals that tell the story of
Some revelation of her desire
Or perhaps her fear or perhaps her need.
And before her you quiver.
For, looking over your shoulder,
You find the form of a rock.
Steady, but not obviously...
