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I want to hide
in the shadow
of your smile
(when the night
has been bestowed
upon us
and your heart
has fallen
so lonelily.
The soft hum
of your thoughts
in the silence
of your home
after the creek
of the floorboards
have gone quiet )
Dream of me,
something so sweet.
(via bonesaboveandveinsbelow-deactiv)
12 
his (jealous) autumn
love
hurt me the most
as i dissipate(d)
into apathy—though crimson &
burnt orange reflect
from fallen leaves
(& winter is for ebullient
oatmeal sweaters
and soft romance)
(via light-traces-deactivated2013032)
7 blisters weep
for kisses
laced with
adders drink
-
because a
lovers liver
knows only
numb after
years of white
lightening
-
and wants to
feel a sting
other than
regret
(via smilesareheavythings-deactivate)
25 yellow-stained, dim illumination
sets the scene for this play
murmurs swelling, decreasing
familiar sounds and music
she’s stuck on some Christie Moore
that one song she always plays
the one with the boat and
‘life is an ocean’ in it
just for you, because
you still give her the eye
and we know she makes you live up to it
keep grinning, lover boy
as if no one ever noticed
how you’re drooling drivelling mad
for her curly mop of hazel hair
and all that lies beneath
and no, she never needs to tell
you’re your own biggest give-away
you’re the one who’s
plain for all to see, mate
you asked me to write a piece
an honest one, to show to her
well, here you go, honest this is
and it’s about the two of you
honestly from me to you
good luck, for the both of you
16 Our dreams are cast
In a maze of rainbow lights
Dancing in a double helix
Ribboning in prismatic waves
Embroidered onto a satin lake
Glowing in a luminous motif
Meandering curiously
Around our stargazed faces
A lunar design graces
Our metaphysical space
As we exist
Together
In body and mind
Our spirits joined
On borrowed time
13 
Nahlia’s note: If you’re not following her, now is the time to do it.
How do you decide my worth? Is it by how long and straight my hair is? Which is none, having been born with sporadic curly hair that never stays put and short around my neck. Is by the size of shoe? And which one? My left just happens to be a bit bigger than the right. Is it by the ratio of my eyes to my nose to my mouth? I think my eyes are too small. What is by? Please tell me. I want to know my worth. I’m still young, and I have time to change it.
10 Sandy eyes, sponged hours accord;
curiously, left my mind on shore,
set to drift, deep to see, that curiosity
envisioned, falsely.
No fiction can betray that palpable
aura, pending treason, already embedded,
conflict thick, behind ramparts undone.
No city streets, no wide mouthed beggars,
no bountiful whiskeys, no impetuous bards;
dirging amid incandescent reds,
no goodwill company will dispel that feeling:
I am alone.
Small rooms correctly fit; like a glove,
suffocating my every digit equally.
Giants huddle tense within, ready to flex
massive articulations, ready to garrote
air in pure freedom.
Perhaps too soon. No masks, no ant
army fables, no glances, no hands freed,
no vexing obfuscation.
Now bring me that blast-beat chorus.
Bring me those savage chains.
Swarm my brain with buzzsaws and locusts.
31 I miss the times that
someone tells me those three words —
please come back to me.
(via whirlingasteroid)
19 Nahlia’s Note: I love how sweet this is.
When we meet
there will be no voices,
just a lone whale bray
lingering across the ocean,
just the slap
of water to rock
spilled into our earlobeswhen we meet
a chandelier will kiss
our shoulders gently,
trickling soft solé
down the walls
and you will sigh,
grateful to escape
the scrutiny of fluorescentswhen we meet,
your eyes will crinkle into a smile
and we will share glances
from across the cherrywood,
exhaling steam amongst the pine,
and the snow will fall
softlylingering
on windowsills
and wishing
it were dust.
13 the sun burned at dawn
a sea of dreams sky of red
i left you for dead
(Source: with-original-energy)
7 we’re on the brink of making it through this ocean ride,
where once i was afraid of the high tide,
where once i was looking at suicide,
i found her eyes,
in the gray mornings of solitude, in the storms of afternoon
we held tight to the ship
we held tight to the idea
that
the ocean is just a beach,
and a beach is just a puddle
when we’re so fucking insignificant to begin withthe end of the world would be
a long sleepwe simplified everything
just so we could see each other
see each other grow olderthat’s my heaven, you know,
growing old
with you.
(via therealvagabondking-deactivated)
33 Once in a blue moon,
I danced my life with these words —
weaving myself out.
(Source: phantomofwords, via whirlingasteroid)
21 Don’t say it doesn’t matter
that is a betrayal of the
breath
you breathe in at night
on those cold walks from
the bus stop
to the front door,
after a six hour session
of grape flavored blunts
and six dollar shots
waiting for the sun to
fall from the sky, kiss the earths crust
goodbye
so no one…
(via therealvagabondking-deactivated)
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