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HeartacheOld accessories and tranquilizers of past New new new heartache. I missed you yesterday and I miss you still. Today tomorrow future and past.Heartache
When I felt your picture had burned a sign In my insides felt your face buried deep I couldn't lie and say I don't remember you anymore. Because anymore is never more and never again. A wedding. White wedding with flowers, I'm sure. Missing that and the other piece that didn't arrive today. My sadness is shadowed by your number in my phone. You're a call away but I can't press the buttons. It would be murder. Is this a cry?
by ~Maarja
The ExperimentIt is close. So close, the smell of it burns their nostrils. Can they survive, the reporter asked. But this is just an experiment to explore the effects, And what is another life in the name of science. If we can be smarter tomorrow, And if we can find a cure, And if we can pinpoint where all those aliens are coming from, And if we can liquidate the concept of art, And if we can ban liquor again, We might be smarter.The Experiment
The effects are taking hold, and we stand and look upon it. What is that there, you see? Bright colors and humming sounds. The reporter moves closer,
by ~Maarja
Here's To TheHere's to the martini glass half-full I've got you locked Like a poet who has no hands Now I would like to open you First I thought I couldn't do it To let go to live to be together I now know I believe I got what I wanted But I worry so much Don't want to forget him And the other ones who could be it Like you can't and couldn't Would you help meHere's To The
Here's to the glasses of champaigne Where I drank to forget that Like a poet who has no hands I opened you And although I felt weak so weak I now let go to live and to be with you I didn
by ~Maarja
Painful TriumphInsurmountably, your footsteps ached on the wooden tiles I lay my head softly on your aired pillow and sleep One two three o’clock ticks and tacks and tocks I haven’t heard the bluebirds sing outside yet Must be early winter spring-like cloudy wet and cold I waited for you with a desperate plea in my thoughts Wished I could hogtie myself to your heart and skin Sickeningly monotonous are the walls of your apartment Your bed so straight, so correctly placed underneath me Dreams can’t carry me, dreams won’t take me Wake me wake me wake mePainful Triumph
Impetuously, I rocked my own body j
by ~Maarja
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When the Sun Fellthe sun sets behind you; look - a shadow falls and your arms drop. two hundred yards and jagged peaks sneak ever closer to your outlined shape the death, my dear. its teeth filed.When the Sun Fell
red dirt and footsteps swallowed by a greedy road, the endless snake like you, my dear. blind as you.
you were bared on that path, a distraction, toes dug in the soil. i cry when i see knotted hair, torn dresses, you cocking an ear at birds crooning ahead one round for tomorrow the past.
all my lovers have blue eyes.
mud-people writhe before lying skies &n
by `krissie
Man's MoonYou cast a pale reflection on water, stones ripple through you likeMan's Moon
butter, same as fingers do; a round pregnancy in my throat
when you are full and orange or when you glow, my proudest
accomplishment: closeness in the ponds. Currents wrinkle but man’s moon keeps the face that smiles a blush sweetly,
begging need when you speak back through the tides, the very intruders. I can dream only so much out of windows where shadows and bumpy distance lets me see you blinking in the
dark, full, or gone, the roundness hangs heavy in the calming
darkness; a rock that is alone. Though you wa
by ~dulcetblossom
HeatIn time I think I will learn to love the snow that keeps me inside and away from lackluster screens. You shouldn’t forget the luck that keeps me outside.Heat
Some day I will lock my door, thermostat at its bottom far more bitter then the streets, safe comfort in
one… breath turns to ice in front of me, and falls off my mouth, like, so slowly I can feel my lips
bend …touching, scratching, twisting infection, affecting the heart and the head but, gutless guts left to burn in their stead, having me taste every second and me, (re collecting sweet looks), spits ou
by ~dulcetblossom
It Haunts YouIt still comes sometimes, doesn’t it? Of course it does. And you think it’s your fault. It comes when you are alone. So you do everything you can to be near someone. Anyone. Even if, say, you don’t particularly care for that person’s disposition or choice of music. Even if that someone isn’t good to you, doesn’t love you, even hurts you sometimes. “What’s it matter”, you say, “it’s better than it”.It Haunts You
The pain. The memories. The haunting.
Just when you’re feeling like you’re getting a bit of a break, then it starts to come when you are with someone. Anyone. It doesn’t care who you are or whom you are with. In fact, “the more the me
by ~chocolatecoffin
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