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GhostsYour eyes no longer move me I never thought it would come this farGhosts
You would have been my martyr
Now your as good as a ghost Of the place and person I so desperately wanted to be
Your eyes are as sorry as they ever were But they mean nothing
I almost miss the days when I found you beautiful.
by ~murdersdawn
ThreadI.Thread
Against my better nature I am trapped within a block of stone, uninspiring, unmoving and cold to the touch, frozen in quick time, strangled into place.
The taste of dim memories ignites a need for freedom The wish to grasp for what once was, if it ever was
These bonds are of my own making, as I am told so often and so often
II. Memories
Too vague to give guidance freely, but present. This is what we call instinct. The thing that pulled my chair away, the thing that lead me by the lips
III.
by ~murdersdawn
A.MI’m terrified of what the next four months could give me to remember.A.M
Of the quiet words that await me twelve moons down the time
When whispers have all but fallen silent and glass litters the kitchen tiles like
fallen stars, broken only by the murmurs of a nameless walking fairytale.
There are words I fear to utter, or worse, forget.
by ~murdersdawn
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Firefly I. I toy with your errant pulse-line, my fingertips following it, the traitor of your increased heartbeat speaking to my touch. Your gaze is inscrutable for a moment before you break into a smile that warms me. I litter my kisses carelessly across your face until I capture your lips; and captureFirefly
by =immortelenigma
advent calendar.i.advent calendar.
winter means counting down the days until i see you and breathing against the glass doors of my apartment, writing you spanish love poems and idle wishes with the tip of my pinky in the fog.
i try to write "come back to me, please," but no matter how quickly i move my finger, the sentence begins to fade before i can finish it.
if you were here, you'd laugh. if you were here you'd kiss my ears. if you were here you'd remind me about how much you dislike the holiday season.
you are not here. you are nothing but a series of smudges on glass, something to be wiped off with a pap
by ~estallidos
someone, anyone.look: i would like to be your best friend.someone, anyone.
the thing is, i won't talk to you because i get scared of human contact and i will studiously ignore you in the elevator. if i see you coming i will cross the street to avoid having to smile into your honest eyes.
but for the holidays i will mail you a ruler, so you can draw straight lines and measure things. see, i'm interested in putting order into people's lives, not fucking them over.
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once a soccer player gave me whooping cough and then got rejected from the college of his choice.
this is called karma.
by ~estallidos
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- Current Residence: not where i'd ideally like to be
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: I can't say i know for the life of me
- Interests: anything that intrigues, haunts, moves or inspires me
- Favourite movie: Amelie, it's just so uplifting!
- Favourite band or musician: oh come on now there never enough room :P
- Favourite genre of music: same as the interests ;D
- Favourite artist: Waiting for one to grab my undivided attention
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe
- Favourite photographer: Nemmakins
- Operating System: Vistaaaaa
- MP3 player of choice: Algernon <3
- Skin of choice: my own
- Favourite game: azure dreams <3 or devil may cry
- Favourite gaming platform: eh..... bit behind in that respect
- Favourite cartoon character: Johnny The Homicidal Maniac (more comic than cartoon but meh)
- Personal Quote: -sigh- left behind by another social trend ;D
- Tools of the Trade: keys?
- Email: anti-nathan@hotmail
- AIM: murdersdawn
- MSN: anti-nathan@hotmail.com
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37 in a row!
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please don't allow your voice to fade.
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i like to
put haikus where they
don't belong.
You're awesome (:
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"So destined I am to walk among the dark, a child in keeping secrets."
and you;re more than welcome for the fave, i adored the poem, it has a wonderful feeling of fragility to it.
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-Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that all was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, and make it possible- T.E Lawrence
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