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DancerI'm a heavy-footed twinkle-toes. Twinkling only to fall flat on my face. Grace is quite becoming. (A trait that I lack) Up on my tip toesDancer
thumping around like a giant. Classic, classy, classless, classed.
I am violet turning violet, violet violent. Pirouetting onto my ass. I salsa'd right down my shirt.
A stain, a pain, complaining of soreness, stiffness, of can-canned recycling. Gone rotten (expired). I have no beat because I miss it I can't hear it I can't feel it I can't sense it I spin around around and around until I fall,
by ~sporkingitup
SpeechlessI don't know how to tell youSpeechless
I. I've never looked back from when we talked in my car for hours and hours and looked each other in the eyes and blushed and I reached for you quickly because I couldn't stand it anymore. It was a done deal.
I don't know how to tell you--
it hurts when you don't tell me when I can hear something wrong but nothing is being discussed.
II. I've wanted to be with you, wanted you since you said you were tuckered out and when we came back for hours and hours and never have I ever felt this w
by ~sporkingitup
WishesI wish that I could make all the pre-wrap and dried flowers and candles and dum-dums in my room and in my car into the you I remember so that when you leave me I can pretend you're still here.Wishes
I wish that I could grab your hand and pull you to me and hold you and never let go and make you know that
I'm worth it. You can trust me. I'm worth it. It won't always be like this. So that you won't leave and I won't have to pretend you're still here.
I wish that the bear you gave me and the t-shirt I sleep in sometimes &nbs
by ~sporkingitup
RobotYou promised you wouldn't. The one person I trusted not to. Well, now I know better. Don't have to trust anyone anymore. I can go back to being a cold-hearted bitchwhore robot with no emotions. That's a relief. I don't have to give my heart to anybody anymore. If I can't trust you then I can't trust anyone. Back to being stone-faced.Robot
I turn every other emotion I have into hate. It's my defense mechanism. So I can reroute. Rewire. Reprogram. I am a robot. I have no feelings. No heart. No problems.
by ~sporkingitup
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stuff i should've told brian.1.stuff i should've told brian.
if i ever have a son i will name him isaac, because isaac means laughter and that is what you gave me and then took away. or maybe i will name him elliott after the musician elliott smith, or oliver because guess what, i just like the name.
you said that if you were ever to have a daughter you'd name her kelsey because you met me and you loved me and so you thought that the name kelsey means "someone beautiful who will come into your life and change you forever." i didn't have the heart to tell you that kelsey is really just some scandinavian name that means "from the ship island."
i'm laughter and an
by ~estallidos
telling a sad story backwards-17.telling a sad story backwards-
it smells like grief and sterilized metal.
i climb into andrew’s bed, though the nurses have strictly forbidden it. he closes his eyes and holds me tightly, because he says when he can’t see me, it is easier to pretend i never happened to him.
15.
he pushes the cart aggressively down the aisle, pretending to mow over old ladies doing their sunday shopping.
"stop," i say giggling, lobbing a can of ravioli at him.
for a moment i think he simply didn't see me throw the can; it glances off his chest and falls to the floor, exploding in a pattern of
by ~estallidos
you can't make them love you.He is beautiful, new, unexplored. He has wanted to kiss her ever since they met one week ago and fell prey to helpless chemistry.you can't make them love you.
“Don’t,” she says, moving her hands in a subconscious “yes” pattern along his arm as he rubs his cheek against hers. “You don’t even know my favourite colour.” The wind cuts through her thin jacket, and his chest is so warm.
“Red,” he guesses, improbably correct. His ears are cold.
by ~estallidos
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Mufasa? I thought that bitch was dead!
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anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn’t he danced his did.
-e. e. cummings
way back when.
I think the technicolor shoes is still a favorite. It was once, I think.
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Mufasa? I thought that bitch was dead!
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i just saw that you recommended my writing to your friend, i was truly speechless. floored, if you will. i seriously felt everything stop in a totally cliche and adorable way.
it certainly is infinitely amazing that people like my writing and will tell me it to my face, but it's even more heartwrenching (in a good way) when i stumble upon people being kind to me where there's no likelihood i'll see it. it gives me faith in humanity, you know?
i sound really sappy and annoying, so i'm going to shut up now.
i just wanted to thank you.
on a final creepy note, you're super cute.
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coming up roses everywhere you go.
And yes, I know what you mean. I like giving people faith in humanity
And thanks! I try to be as cute as possible. Makes people more surprised when they hear how completely inappropriate I am
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And no matter what you do, you're going to find beauty here, because you can't afford not to.
"The opposite of war isn't peace, it's creation!"
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Mufasa? I thought that bitch was dead!
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Mufasa? I thought that bitch was dead!
Check out :The Writers Nook, and Word Count. Good communities for writers!
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Mufasa? I thought that bitch was dead!
Check out :The Writers Nook, and Word Count. Good communities for writers!
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