February 2012
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thedeadstars:
Mazzy Star - Fade Into You
Some...
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January 2012
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The time for sleep is now but it’s nothing to cry about ‘cause we’ll hold each other soon.
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shouting in the morning
your favorite chair
the songs you sing
the words you say
mother
i miss you
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mama
my love for you
will go on
good bye
My mother has passed away. I cannot explain the grief and pain I am feeling so I will not try.
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the sweltering heat
of the afternoon sun
i just want
to sleep forever
don’t disturb me
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papa
i was never worthy
but I’d go
swim with sharks
for you
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maybe strangers
know you better
than you do yourself
they certainly
don’t have to make excuses
for you
after all
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a family of pretenses
is not a family
the mother pretends
to love her children
but all she loves
is money
the father works and works
but he is slowly
dying
the older sister finished
college
but now only works
so she can fund her partying
and the brother
is only nice when
he has a lover
and the youngest
she is lost
and all she does
she writes empty words
like these to fill...
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the bittersweet taste
of a last kiss
will always be fresh on my lips
the press of mouth on mouth
the battling of tongues
using saliva and passion
to say goodbye
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sometimes i dream
about someone i once
lost and
in those dreams
he was still lost
and maybe
his being lost
is a comfort to me now
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tissues and empty
medicine containers
scattered around
the living room
i am sick
of you
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i once kept a little
rock in my room
and forgot about it
but now
i miss that little rock
and i guess
that’s the way i feel
about you
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his scent
still lingers in
the deepest corners of
my mind and
sometimes i take it
out to smell it only
to realize
i smell nothing
because i couldn’t remember
anymore
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“what of it?”
you ask
“what does it matter? we all die in the end”
and i hold
my breath while
i ponder your
question
and it’s funny that
i died
because i could
not answer
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an open book
on the desk
clothes strewn
across the floor
a fine layer of dust
covering the
surfaces
a bed not made
but made love in
this is our love nest
and we love
all day
it’s what we do
it’s what we know
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oh you bloody wench
you ignorant chit
what you speak of
you don’t know
so keep silent
and bury yourself
in your own lies
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iTunes
How many total songs?
3156 songs. 8.2 days. 19.69 GB.
Sort by song title – first and last?
First: Abel - The National
Last: 9 Crimes - Damien Rice
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Shortest: Her Majesty - The Beatles (0:26)
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mother
i think your womb
was cursed
because
i am
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bloodyhellgranger:
the raging fire, in my loins occur, when you appear.
— K Balachandran, Cause of Calamity
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the rain dances tonight
its soft legs gliding
through the night
and i dance with it
my skin wet
from its exuberance
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“Things that are beautiful have a way of hurting.”
– Loreto Paras Sulit, Harvest
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the silence
is hungry
with its stomach rumbling
noiselessly, of course
it
would
swallow
you
whole
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“so beauty
where have you been?”
“i’ve been around, silly girl”
“why haven’t I seen you?”
“you chose not to”
and then beauty
beauty
beauty
December 2011
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Anonymous asked: a small part of me has a special...
fishingboatproceeds:
You don’t have to post as anon, Tyra.
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Our bodies were
intertwined
He held me close
It was getting late
I had to wake up
and leave
the empty bed
(I was late for work)
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she liked
the idea of
being consumed
she sometimes dreamed of
being devoured
by the dark
and then she’d wake up
and realize
it wasn’t a
dream
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“Will you still love me in the morning?” she asked, her arms wrapped around him as she snuggled in to fit more comfortably into his form.
“Only if we have sex again.” he said harshly and extricated his body from her arms.
And that’s their happy ever after.
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Reading didn’t help. Funny, how even a book couldn’t comfort her now. So she lied on her right side, facing the wall clock. She looked at the hands of the clock and seemed hypnotized by its slow ticking. She was drifting off to sleep when she felt him on the bed. He didn’t say a word but instead wrapped his arms around her, placing his head on her shoulder, breathing into her...
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My mother said the worst possible thing she could ever say to me but I am not angry. I wish I could say I was but I’m not. I’m terribly sad for her, though. I’m sad because she grew old cynical and bitter. I’m sad because she grew old never knowing the true meaning of being a mother. I hope she realizes that before it’s too late.
I take comfort in my loneliness and...
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