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Between Heartbeats

We hold in our kiss what you once called the beauty of a fading dream, The light to what seems to be a way of desperation, Or perhaps just one to break down my seams. Your touch calls upon my skin waves upon waves of trembling need, Leaving me in fear of your breath-taking little smiles, A chance to lose my mind to this consolation of love in between. But I'm the one who has been preaching the lack of beauty in a fading dream, Lighting the light in making our own unfading dreams, And to perhaps hoping to fall in love somewhere in between.

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Your Promiscuous Ways

When you suddenly took my hand and told me that you love me, I've never been more touched by the need in your voice and the love in your eyes. And when you look at me in that promiscuous way, I can think of nothing else but being gazed upon by you every day. You don't do this often most of the days, But when you do, My heart burns of an unmistakable need in return, And I can feel this love in your ever simple words. It's the kind of love I've always wanted, The kind of voice that makes everything just fine. It's one of the most beautiful feelings I've ever had, And something I don't ever want to forget.

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The Only One

Some people said my words are fake because they sound so beautiful, That it is always a good prudence to feel that things feel too good to be true. People are not supposed to care, to see beauty in the plainest of things. It's just like beliefs are not supposed to be true and there's no such thing as true love too. Still I continued to write out all the beautiful things I know, Trust in love that feels too good to be true, Care for people I should never have cared for, And never once looked to you. But now you are the only one I speak to, The only one who's heard all my ugly stories of love, The only one who have always seen through

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What a Poem Should Be

A poem should be new, New as "spring" is not. It should be incandescent and alive, Spinning and mad as a Hatter. It should be chalkboard dreams And tea cup wishes that Contain tears that salt your Earl Gray. It should be an umbrella smile With glittering jump rope arms. It should be groaning with delicious, sibilant words Like decadence, luxurious, lucious. It should roll and tumble Like a silvery-moon-pulled tide Foam whispering, breathing, breaking Along a pebbled beach of words.

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Highway Dreaming

They're living on cheap ramen and hopeless dreams. He wants to be a world-famous brain surgeon and she wants to be more things than she can count on one hand. Sometimes they fight about her leaving her lipstick in the sink or when he doesn't pick up orange juice at the grocery store. But they're happy, even with the cracked paint and terrible plumbing. Every morning at 7:08 he catches the 7:15 train to the university and she takes their battered old Sedan to her job at the highway tolls. She likes to make up stories about the more interesting cars to tell him later. The bedside lamp is on, her voice humming low in her throat, and he drifts qu

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Ocean

We sat together by the curb, On the steaming summer brick. I was your inhale, you were my exhale. Silence. Side by side. I miss you. You catch me off gaurd and I stumble. I laugh uncertainly. I'm right here. I said. I know. You sigh. See the clouds? I asked. You tilted your head skyward. No, I point to the puddle on the sidewalk. The reflection, I tell you. A whisper of a smile darts across your lips. Yes, I do. I smile for real. Not a whisper, but almost a shout. I taste salty sea

londonrey

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about a girl

colorblind, though not the sort to confuse reds with greens, no. myriads of greys smoke out a hushed world & the newborn moon bleeds black remember being so effectable- the type to stiffen & yelp at a single needle, at a single lie o u t o f p l a c e . steeled. now. though neither in blade nor jaw that storm denatured me- warped and rusted side-stepped fragile thin-veined unworthy growing out of this ill-fitting s k i n to be comfortable, to be home, to be furthest from here

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Tired of Waking

she scrawled heaviness onto slices of the moon so she could feel light. that one-way journey made all of her bones dry up; she stopped using them. she became a leech, feasting on prehistories of those she still loves. blood-letting used to be the cure for everything. now she is just a... premeditated, flashy, honeyed, ironic, pretty way to die.

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Undelivered

or: how to write to peter i. sprinkle pixie dust on one feather of a whisper ii. blow a kiss to nudge the dictations of your heart from a fourth-story windowsill iii. crawl (sloth-toed) onto the roof & stretch your third eye to watch your letter cross state lines iv. shiver restlessly until v. suddenly! vi. you feel your feather of a whisper nestle in his concave mailbox: the space where his left collarbone meets his neck strings "if i were you i would want me back"

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acropolis

living girl, do not build an armory out of incisors & fractured femurs do not seek to fit this throne of bones; do not shrink into the framework of this citadel feral girl, feral heart, we can scoff at those who want to live forever (immortality is fickle) but we are more than lost baby-teeth & we have words to give yet

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10 ways depression can say i don't love you

1. "i'm sorry i don't want to come over today." the clock reads 4pm and i roll over in my bed again. 2. "i forgot it was your birthday." i'd forgotten my own too. 3. "i promise i won't hurt myself." the ER doesn't believe it's an accident anymore. 4. you asked if i loved you. i had to sneeze and it never happened. i think you took that as a no. 5. we haven't had sex in a month. 6. we don't see your friends. we don't see my friends. i've forgotten i even have any. 7. i never answered your text. it asked if i was okay. 8. "i need you to open yourself up for me," you said. i stopped talking. 9. "what do you want from me, blood?" apparen

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Despoema de amor

Deveria lhe compor versos perfeitos Que homenageariam todo seu ser Te diria que o meu sonho é te ter Mas fico com preguiça e não faço tais feitos Diria que desbravaria todo o mundo Somente pra defender seu nome Só que eu esqueci dele, to usando um pronome, Então é melhor guardar isso num buraco fundo Doaria pra te uma parte de mim Se necessário até meu coração Mas na hora do transplante eu daria uma de fujão É melhor a essa estrofe eu dar um fim Falarei então que até Lua eu te daria Mas agora de me lembro de um problema: Não consigo nem sequer puxar

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Desire

Your smooth skin, It drives me crazy I want to touch you, And just maybe, You...will let me... The look in your eyes, It really drives me wild I shouldn't be surprised, That you're so tempting... You are all I can see... Desire... Taking over me Desire... Controlling me I can see... The light in your eyes, Every time you see me... The beads of perspiration, Are rolling down your face As you look away, I lean in for a little taste, Because you let me... I can see your curves, Move underneath your shirt And I can't place a price, On what this moment's worth... So revealing... Desire... Taking over me Desire... Always controlling me I can s

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Our Last Kiss

If I had known that it was our last kiss, I would have inhaled you deeper within me. If I had known that it was our last kiss, I would have seared your taste onto my tongue. If I had known it was our last kiss, I would have scorched your scent into my skin. ... If I had known, I would have frozen time ...

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Closer

too close to see, you are too close to me, an eclipsing gaze, all arms across us, i wouldn't leave, if i could go but you know this - you knew of love once you want to know again, you try to kiss me, as if drawing love out, and breathing love in, die again and again, you'd rather, than death you've almost known, too close for comfort

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Not For Me, For You

not for me to feel - nothing as far as i can see, nothing close to me, my heart is deeper under, the black wells of forget, tears are the only stars i see, why do stars burn to live dreams are mute walls; sky is lost to a vapor moon - i drift, not forever is a veil i will wear to cover me from the absence of myself; i will hide behind the anonymity of trees, for you to feel left behind

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She Dances With Fire

She dances with fire, a dragon in tow. Twirling with flames; graceful and slow She dances tonight, in a city of ash. Her feet leaving footprints, where the sand will splash. Quietly mourning, as time goes by; Where once she beheld a home in her eyes... Yet naught but the barest of bones remain, And so she dances, to soothe the pain.

Map de Influence

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Published: May 26, 2011

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From left to right: Regina Spektor, ef - a fairy tale of the two, JRR Tolkien, Sara Bareilles, Ingrid Michaelson, Marchesa, 5 CM/S, Clannad, Greco-Roman mythology (particularly Psyche), Elizabeth Bishop, Amy Hempel, Celtic Mythology, Sylvia Plath, Laurie Halse Anderson.

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