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Like Magic by TooManyPoems, literature

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Like Magic

I cross my fingers Trying to swallow the breath caught in my throat Trying to stop my heart from somersaulting And pray Pray that it is some brilliant trick of the light That the shadows fall perfectly on your face And that magical twinkle in your eye Has suddenly appeared But hours pass And - God damn it - you are there I cannot live for a moment Without your name echoing in my skull Appearing at the end of sentences Appearing in sheets of endless work Appearing when I close my eyes Where even darkness mocks me With a vision of you Why couldn't it have been a trick of the light? That one glance I stole When I felt my chest heave And coul

For Your Eyes Only by DSteffi, literature

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For Your Eyes Only

Last time I checked, there were 20-something poems about you. Back when I thought using the word 'poem' in one would make it more literary. Now its transluscence is giving way- and getting more dull. I'm either lazy or craven for not counting how much have sprouted since. But then, you wrote, too. Did I ever make it up to 5? I didn't understand why flash photography wasn't allowed in museums; even in those where the paintings gloated they were fake. But there are rare occasions; when gathered pinpoints of heat get to be too much. They saw us; with gazes bored deeper than pins on a corkboard. And I saw it, too. How it bothered your strid

Selling Yourself for the Cause by SophisticatedCleffa, literature

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Selling Yourself for the Cause

Fresh red scratches, like tinsel down your back; bruises, like fairy dust shine from you shoulders, bright and bleeding, swollen lips and a black eye. Two broken fingers, fragile like biscuits from the oven, blood where you were sat. Blood where you were sat. You never told me these things, i undid part of my reality only to stitch up yours for a little while; i don't know how, I wasn't a good enough friend to ask, i assumed and you, you bled infinity and his wife while waiting for my verdict. Newspaper Skinned Boy, i'm sorry i was so late.

letting out the atmosphere by creativelycliche, literature

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letting out the atmosphere

save your beating heart for something big, or snap your fingers backward in your mind while mine is break-break-breaking ("she is out of my league this, this is out of my league and I don't know if I can handle it") and I am holding my head above the ocean, but sometimes I am sinking and I can't keep myself from breathing in the water, from letting all the atmosphere leave my labored lungs because the waxing moon is plastered on the pale blue sky, and when the sun is setting we are asking for the night to trust us and I have never been so good at trusting, no I have never been so good at letting anything in but water and I am drowning

three. by keiranikaela, literature

chameleon by SleepyWishes, literature

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chameleon

my jeans are the color of the pre-storm sky (the tone reminds me of your eyes). i am swathed and swarmed in chromatism (a dazzling display), but nobody glances my way. somedays i wish i was a chameleon, so my pigment would burn on my skin and everyone would watch me in envy. (maybe they’d learn) (the envious joy of illustrious sheep; oh to be so easily satisfied) but i’ve never seen a chameleon yet (oh to meet the color of your eyes). (i’m not one to gamble, but I’d bet on any midday pre-storm skies)

Forget the cataracts, you've been blind since '98 by SerenadeTheAsylum, literature

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Forget the cataracts, you've been blind since '98

I swore these stitched up and ripped out and painted over fingernails could never do much more than scratch at empty jack o lantern lids, but inside i was shouting fuck, (where’s the fire, where’s the ghost of a girl?) halloween was 2 months ago and I’m still a fucking monster, my eyes are brand new but I can’t see shit. I swore I’d spit on the difference between old and experienced, that teeth could rot before a girl could talk and these canines were all I had left, but I didn’t mean they wouldn't tear you to shreds just to shut you up ‘cause baby, this throat cou

Aureolin by SerenadeTheAsylum, literature

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Aureolin

I jammed the paper shredder with dandelion heads after the sun came up this morning, call it photophobia but I just hate it how the days keep passing even when I really need a break, how the skies can be clear even when it’s raining in my head. I guess beauty is a concept but I needed something tangible, so I settled for flowers instead of hearts just this once, who would’ve guessed they don’t go down quite as easy.

I just want to go home by SerenadeTheAsylum, literature

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I just want to go home

I was cracking my skull wide open, looking north for an answer and growing flowers like compass roses inside of my lungs, (one night in July when the rain refused to stop) and i couldn’t help but notice how that noise, water hitting palms, palms turned up in innocence (out the upstairs window, reaching like they always are, reaching for something to wash away the old paint and apologies) (re)sounded just like a question, an ivory song that sticks to your wrists

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eighteen, writer, Canada.

I'm not the sort of girl to fall in love with.

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the white stripes, ok go, the killers, noel Gallagher's high flying birds, Patrick wolf ect.

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A slight trick of the mind, the ocean at the end of the lane, the deptford trillogy, tell the wolves im home ect.

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Sep 21, 2014

Probably not goodbye | until the next time

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I never liked the word goodbye it implies that you'll never return that you'll never see each other again so, instead of goodbye i will say    until the next time. If you go to my profile I have deleted my entire gallery. which isn't to say that I have stopped writing, quite the opposite in fact. but I have checked out of this room    -for now at least-    and i will still check in on all of you    and I'm quite sure i will be back but right now I'm working with hard copies    and this paper-thin alias of mine needs a break    hopefully I can stop hiding behind it    hopefully I will be braver when I'm back so this is no