Defective AdorationWe were artists caught in the traps of our own imaginations. Our ideas were too original, too unique, too genius. This was why we always fought.Defective Adoration
There must be a follower to the road the other paves with tar
Romance was made more passionate by the malicious revulsion we had for each other's minds. We found each other beautiful, but then envy exploded at the luminosity of the other's aura.
The hunter admires the deer's delicacy before pressing the trigger &
To Three MenThe moments we spend together are observed, scrutinized, and stared at. I love you, but it feels as if we were dead frogs dipped in formaldehyde.To Three Men
I read your poems and I wish for once that she'd understand your hurt. I want to cry each time your poems are read and when I look to see if she's listening as well, she's always looking at the guy behind you.
Your hands are so large and strong but I don't notice it till you're holding mine in the dark. Otherwise, your hands are just your hands.
I wish my name were more exotic. Ingrid or Iris maybe. I want it to have an "I" in it since your last girlfriend's na
FlameLet me tell you my dear, When you are scorching the trees with your fire, That your flame is a beautiful, radiant yellow. It burns me to ashes, But I’m happier that way, Because I had helped your flame burn brighter.Flame
You know itAgain, it happens. The self-conscious way you play with your food, your tensely clenched knuckles, the way you aren’t even looking me in the eye. For me, it’s kind of different. I’ve loosened my arms, I’m breathing regularly, but my mind is burning holes in itself to come up with something witty, something random, or at least just something to say. It’s funny, but although we can’t come up with words to say to each other, I know exactly what you want to say to me…or maybe I don’t? You see, in one way I know you want to tell me that you’re in love with me. I know you want to tell me thatYou know it
pencils and knivesOur getting together was a roll of the tongue, a curve in my nerves.pencils and knives
We played clever and intelligent and poetry-slam line break, smiled at our own pretentious predigested words, coffee and donuts and hardly a table between us. Your eyes flashed white and my smile flashed red and I pretended to be without makeup, and you, without frowns.
We discussed Small Things, work and play, and we discussed Big Things, God and philosophy. We faked thoughts and I made petty arguing comments just to sound like a brain was in my head.
It was perfect.
You said you believed God was a woman, for people are so
Lotus
Lady III
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Bombing for Peace is like Fucking for Virginity ...
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SEKTA NEVERWINTER (>^^)>
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Crazy Gannoholic ^^
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Love doesn't walk away...
people do...
I want to show the world how beautiful I can be...
But the world never sees me...
R.I.P. Art Lane...you are missed dearly </3
How are you??
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Phil Hewitt. Set your Anchor deep, thats what you're here for.
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You're a slave to yourself
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❝In mezzo al grigio delle nuvole
Penetra il sorriso del sole
Un vento neonato ti accarezza i capelli
Lo senti che ti parla?❞
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{Olivia ~ Close Your Eyes}
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-steve
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