tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44433223132937948592011-07-30T13:50:01.801-07:00chelsea!http://www.blogger.com/profile/04015610918664479840noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4443322313293794859.post-65955466459673422492009-09-26T21:06:00.000-07:002009-12-15T09:56:53.948-08:00

you tasted like a memory, a person i once knew, you'd soon be far away from me and that made you blue, you told me that you'd never leave me, and this i knew was true.and now you lay just beyond the mountains, and i feel that it is my heart that grew.i used to hide within myself when i was around you,sometimes i would push you away. but now i remember those green eyes that could never lie, and i

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she just threw all her memories up in the air.while waiting for them to scatter,she tied ribbons in her hair.she shares her bed with strangers,or so i've been told.she said that over these many years, her body has withered, grown too cold.far too frigid to spend the night alone,she rested her hand in his,weeping as his grip slowly crushed her bones.

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i look out the window and i just feel the same, all i can do now is hope for the rain. i'll pray that floods will overtake this city, to wash away every cathedral i believed to be pretty,thrashing through my memories in the most uncouth way, giving me a chance to finally drown in all the ill-spoken words i say, and when the storm finally departs, i would be nowhere in sight. rescue squads would

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i've been keeping so many secrets, and you've been making love to all my lies. you watch me from a distance, cherry-coated, candy-flavored brown eyes.i keep dancing hand in hand with the man in the felt cap,the man isn't homeless, he was just born like that.grizzled in appearance, his beard sewn on crooked. a little candle he holds in one hand,and a husky voice; he says, "look, kid..""i keep a

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if my body were a cylinder, i would be able to breathe. i would no longer be suffocating under the grief of a tragic reprieve.as the unexpected and expected met among these stars, it felt as if these galaxies shined as bright as the very first day you held me in your arms.but as the unexpected circled the expected, she came to realize that he was lacking eyes. instead of glassy circles with

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we just kept laughing until the lights went out.as we watched the moon and looked over the water,you just kept asking, "what do you want? what is it that you want?"i thought it was foolish, but the answer seemed clear,it was you that i wanted, your face seemed so dear.but i still kept silent, hoping you would remain near.the circles under my eyes just keep getting stronger, but all you want are

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These surroundings were so mellow that my feet grew into the ground, The soil flooded my veins as my heart found a new sound, Instead of beating every second, it played a story in reverse, Starting with an old woman's death, it showed me photos of her hearse, I was told about the day when her memory started to go, I was told about the first day she dipped her fingers into snow, I was told about

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