We haven't talked in days & it's clear what yoRIGHT and LEFT and I'm standing in
the middle, unable to choose which
way to go.
((I feel so lost in relation to everything.
I don't belong here.))
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Love Hearts and Hatchets.So I stain hands with love hearts that are going out of style and the night drowns, turns upside down and expands endlessly as the buzz reaches my toes. We can keep sending heartaches across the distance, but you’re not here now and I thought I saw glimpses of you lurking behind blue boy’s eyes as he leaned in for the kill.Love Hearts and Hatchets.
“I’m only human” I said, even though my hands were shaking beyond all repair.
“I’m only fucking human.”
Your silence moved across the ocean and attacked, knocking me right between the eyes causing me to fall backwards onto blue boy’s bed.
“Human’s don’t act the way yo
by ~fakingclarity
Romance is a Cynical Blanket.I knew that the people at V wanted something as soon as I saw the name of the editor in my inbox. It’s not like the editor was a pest, but usually when her name showed up with a random email out of the blue it meant either one or two things:Romance is a Cynical Blanket.
1.She was drunk off her ass and felt the need to share with me the inner workings of her whimsical drunken mind or 2. She wanted me to write something.
No surprises then when I opened the email to find a request for an article about romance, emotion, love, feelings and all that other crap. Hold the cynicism. Well, a multitude of failed romantic conquests later, sadly my cynicis
by ~fakingclarity
Taking out the Trash.“I keep picking up bad habits like they’re clothes on sale in trendy shops I could care less for.”Taking out the Trash.
I flicked the cigarette out from underneath the bus shelter where we were standing and watched with vacant eyes and a vapid smile as it rolled along the asphalt and spluttered out in the rain. A downpour in September that could have had so much more meaning if only I had paid attention.
“I keep throwing out bad habits like they’re cheap pornos.” You grinned and I laughed.
It was stoic, hollow.
“The weather’s horrible and I have train tracks on my face.”
I frowned at my reflect
by ~fakingclarity
Mic Tests in September.You’re always the only thing I can write about during this time of year. It always seems like, if I don’t do it, if I don’t twist myself into anchor knots for at least three weeks at the beginning of September, I’m not giving you the type of memory, the type of recognition you deserve. So I tie myself up and let them try to unravel me without just cause. This is a stand. A vigil. Im memoriam.Mic Tests in September.
While the rest of the world moves on, I sit and I ponder and I see your face everywhere. Loathe and all as I am to admit it, see your feet dangling from the branches of trees outside my house. The memories I have of you keep my heart
by ~fakingclarity
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the music manthe music man september 8/06the music man
he takes a six-string to the shoreline.
i raise my eyes from the pages and the words i've been marathoning through since the a.m.
notes for a lake; rocks and sand take up the sound which
then skips along the surface of the water, [one, two, three] returns
to land.
i later search with my hands in the dark. combing grasses, listening for the spark of a melody, the cascade of his waterfall chords
by ~niceparabola
108801PLANESCAPE108801PLANESCAPE your shiver-smile is exultant.108801PLANESCAPE
i thought that while i waited for the
suns to fall, i would sing quietly
of the planescapes; these oceans.
and how we, hand in hand held the rising
jewels of the eternal apex in that void, brimming with life and interstellar p
by `frail
Stepping out a Subway StationStepping out of a Subway StationStepping out a Subway Station
The heat collapses on you, dark blanket of noise and dust and neon-lights, rolls up against your flesh; a hooker fishing for change to buy condoms; men
pressing into your space, faces dirty
with lust; the weight of nightsins sink onto your shoulders as you ignore the thing in rags, without legs, begging for you to see it.
by ~xabie
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i am definately watching you back.
love.
Thank you so much for the favourite, it's a premium honor, and please keep posting.
Alie
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