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Secrets and Spaces William Keller, fifty years old, wearing a Carlo Scotti designer tuxedo handcrafted in Italy with one hundred percent extra fine merinos faille wool with cuff links made of mother of pearl straight from the Mediterranean ocean framed by stunning 24-karat gold, face down in his own puke.Secrets and Spaces
The world undulates and shakes in waves of consciousness as his eyes begin fluttering open. He lets out a groan, while his mind works on figuring out where he is: gray, concrete, ground, yesterday's dinner in a slightly less gourmet form covering his fa
by ~xNicklikewhoax
Watching the world at night Why is that pumpkin backwards?” the boy asked with a raised voice. The only answers he received were in the form of questioning stares and accusative chuckles. The boy shook his head in disappointment and walked away with clenched fists. Months fluttered by, the flowers laughed and smiled back at the sun while he interlaced fingers with a girl and asked her hopeful eyes, “how can you dream with your eyes so wide open?” Time slipped from the clock’s hands and the trees sighed all at onceWatching the world at night
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Growing Clouds at SunsetFlashes of light strike out across the sky, warm the peeling clothes of those perpetually searching, &nGrowing Clouds at Sunset
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CalifornianorexicWe sat on the dock and looked at the sun through our fingers, watched the world melt around us,Californianorexic
laughed as they became the same backwards river; said, this is forever times infinity they’ll never get to us, they’re powerless
I hope you enjoy your shot of conformity, hit of popularity I hope he makes you feel beautiful, as he feels all over your pitiful loose lips, which are only out-done by your hips, darling Turn up your over-produced, over-
by ~xNicklikewhoax
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Forget-me-notForget-me-notForget-me-not
Every time you are there I feel your smiles, your laughs, your frowns, Like a dizzy daydream You fill my head. I imagine what I mean to you: If I catch your eye The glass is replete, The perfect pessimist if you seem blind. Sometimes I hate you For submitting me to cloisters, doorways and keyholes, I feel like a diminutive dandelion Left to germinate in ochre gloom.
Often I catch a glimpse, a stare That achens a heart So soon to heal And then echoes what I feel and felt and am going to feel Each time your uncertain
by ~Maetoile
TypingTypingTyping
Unseen, unknown, uncertain, A little piece of imagination As perfect as a cobweb Tilts my head into a tingling smile. Pointed toes on the icy tiles Trace the lines they long to surf A million miles back to A face reflected in words.
by ~Maetoile
What We WantedThis is what we wanted, We wanted to be free, So we lay there , covered in blood. Remember why we did it. Remember what was said. So many times memories. Bad things have been done. Now this is our answer.What We Wanted
Feel the blade on your wrist. Hold on to me. I kiss your lips, Made you mine. Feel inside, Into a world where we were okay. Tainted truth. It starts to hurt. But this is what we wanted
by ~Butterfly-OnA-Wheel
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