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bed springsboy curled around me like a candy wrapper strands of his hair and mine intermingled on my cheekbed springs
the coiled springs having conversations beneath my back and i still don't know if you are tangible
something i can slip through my fingers like rings made of water
your breaths smell like me.
they puncuate your sleeping silence the illegitimate sound fills me up
gasoline in my brain
by ~galore-smileypie
sunrisessunrises are the way you fall bending in half like a piece of paper the dance is wrapped around your tongue the weather is curdled on your skinsunrises
by ~galore-smileypie
diamondsthe deck floor was slick with ambition i still wasn't sure you could curl quite so slightly your fingernails, hollow like the spaces between treesdiamonds
our eardrums errupted as we swam deeper as it became darker, out palms sought out each other the spaces where i was pale became luminescent
we harpooned the lost souls and strung them
pearls on a strand of my hair
my feet caressed glassy ice shards,
reflecting like eyes made out of mirrors we were swimming in crystal pieces and the water tasted like pine and nostalgia
it was midnight there i
by ~galore-smileypie
coloradoi feel strange calling you lovely, dear because you words are all scream ers and blow ers at black black loud partiescolorado
getting the noise under your skin gentle injections, and the rusty sound in between stations
this house is a graveyard and i've lo st my other pair of boots and we talked so late last night i don't eve n know what we said
my bracelets are the colour of
your words
the fact that blood is different than red and that red blends in so well into the bathwater
it's so easy to lie
i'm a jungle, my
by ~galore-smileypie
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I Ate FlowersI Ate FlowersI Ate Flowers
What does it mean when little kids want to chew rocks, lick the ground or the t. v., touch the iron's sticky heat or a razor's swift edge, chomp wood, dirt, bugs, paint, or flowers? I ate flowers when I was small and it didn't mean anything. At least, that's
what I've been told. But now I wonder
what it means when I want to see you
so badly I can taste you.
by *b1gfan
Beneath the Begonias(I)Beneath the Begonias
The detached heads of children are bobbing up, their lips puckered, expecting kisses.
So slowly they come, bicycling from their alleys,
their pristine cul-de-sacs.
I sit on the window-sill, their makers, cuckolds and whores running after them, comically --
the neighborhood gathers 'round their collective bonfire -- they hold papers of their lost one.
(II)
It has been days. Whose white gown lies on my lap, whose smile across my cheek?
They shuffle through their sterling definitions; they turn up dirt lookin
by ~failing-at-flight
it was alright
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| < oh he never really saw me last week when i was sad, you said that you knew i'd changed from kindof green to kindof old > tell me do i still look like this? |
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