| Dedicated to a friend who drowned June 16th |
Letters to heaven.
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If you've never had it don'ti beat myself up because i like the color of bruises & i think thats why i love youIf you've never had it don't
because your life is the color of bruises
but you don't wear it on your face you don't like that people know you're tired of sleeping
& sick of stitching your life back together with chains of smoke.
everything smells like motor oil and rust & you just want to make the engine run again because maybe if the jeep can move from its point of dotage
then so can you
I tell you the world sounds beautiful
but you can't hear it over the static or the repulsive feed ba
by ~EpiphanyOnHigh
Demons in his eyes. I'm falling in love again. With a boy that has bright blue eyes that hide secrets about why the night holds monsters and how drugs make you scream.Demons in his eyes.
He knows about the effects of codeine, he has proof in the form of scars. And it isn't painless.
He took me to visit heaven once. He told me why the stars were always prettier when it was far to cold to admire them. But I just cherished the contours of his face. He always did like the cold better.
In the summers, we'd go driving in his jeep-look-a-like. The top off and way-too-hot air running down our spin. We would drive to no where to find the nothing our live are made
by ~EpiphanyOnHigh
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if i brought the world to youif i pulled all ofif i brought the world to you
the stars down tonight i'd hope
you could still love me
by *ohsostarryeyed
a death of something beautifulabove the ground, you swing and sway kitchen table, a mile away;a death of something beautiful
beneath your feet, i cannot sleep, i lost my tears as i hit the hay.
lovebirds and old birds and dovebirds and cold birds, stuck in cages to be flightless like no birds.
i seem to have melted my spine, you said you're fine, you said you're fine. i am not what i thought, i'm just the steam of the teapot, i was blind to your invisible line.
metal bars and music bars,
drinking beers from all the bars, iron shrapnel from all the cars, razorbites make all
by *ohsostarryeyed
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I think you're a boy with eyes like wishing wells that never come true.
When it's almost a heartbeat away from silence she curls up in closets and the lack of oxygen makes her feel like she can fly.
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I think you're a boy with eyes like wishing wells that never come true.
When it's almost a heartbeat away from silence she curls up in closets and the lack of oxygen makes her feel like she can fly.
I really appreciate it.
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I think you're a boy with eyes like wishing wells that never come true.
When it's almost a heartbeat away from silence she curls up in closets and the lack of oxygen makes her feel like she can fly.
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i like to
put haikus where they
don't belong.
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I need you like dragonfly wings need the wind...I need you here like you've always been.
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Each man kills the thing he loves. -Oscar Wilde
The hawk on fire hangs still. Dilly dilly, calls the loft hawk, come and be killed. Dilly dilly, come let us die.
it's those stupid things we say in the rain, the words that can't ever be washed away.
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Each man kills the thing he loves. -Oscar Wilde
The hawk on fire hangs still. Dilly dilly, calls the loft hawk, come and be killed. Dilly dilly, come let us die.
it's those stupid things we say in the rain, the words that can't ever be washed away.
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