adelethe wood is dry, holding the tree together, in bits and the leaves have long fallen they lie on the ground, perfectly so complete saurationadele
the air is so cold the sun so white a heart is dancing moving slight softhips riding with the wave of a melody pieces only make up a whole whole, whole a cloud is naught but comfort her arms wrapped tight hold her up my mind, a pillow upon my cheek life, simply, golden
stone to water.oh. let the night fold into dawn,stone to water.
and days melt into twilights before let time blur into my memory waxing like the full moon whose eyes once swam in mine
let the air--
now exhaled, fill my lungs once again through two meshed lips: bloodshot and bruised so hungry-- insatiable--
a dance,
the way you filled the space.
in your hand i clutched life. against your chest sketched the blueprint of a foundation for a girl who would love, most anything and you-
you were, near nothing at all, baby. &nbs
leahburned path, down her road, down her throat, to a stomach do people exist when they have no shadow? i will have to suppose not; for illusions may walk upon the ground but please, don't tell me the sky, too, lies (though deceit, would makeleah
quite the appropriate blanket.)
the love on her arm is beginning to fade and happiness makes her cry for
anything, but the void
reminds her of what once was
she cannot find it, though that myth of a joy she sits like a lone fisherman upon the rock line dipped into the water, down to where the sea
endand with the lapse of each breath wet shoes pounding still, the unspoken cries of the ground every blow of each death in her lungs carrying on the dirge that twists and falls into desperate melody. the resounding of phantoms spirals through the wind. . .end
pressure soaking through the walls of a mind reduced to ashes upturned trees, roots ragged and torn above rich earth, now congealed frozen solid like her dead bones through which venom now seeps and she can feel it skin, taught laced tighter than fabric, the questions questions, answers, punching holes like an ass
how it felti feel like the raindrops forming on the window clinging to one another to avoid falling three stories below to a shimmering void the clouds mask my face and your hair sweeps across yourshow it felt
like a storm from the atlantic cool, stinging and fresh are the
kisses you plant from silent lips the world spins around us and we are the eye of the storm for just one tempestuous moment water floods city streets and
leaves are blown about like plastic bags or even just wind itself my eyes stick to the wonder the awe of simple, final complacency found in the s
Lebanon
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Life is like a zombie attack: escape is never an option.
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Life is like a zombie attack: escape is never an option.
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War doesn't determine who is right, war determines who is left.
Yes I am a Bitch. Just not yours.
Ur kid may be an honor student but ur still stupid.
Don't take life so serious, you won't get out alive.
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War doesn't determine who is right, war determines who is left.
Yes I am a Bitch. Just not yours.
Ur kid may be an honor student but ur still stupid.
Don't take life so serious, you won't get out alive.
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