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Eyes dance over yours In a single bound I’ve lept from the pages of your lips To the stories within your dark circles
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Eyes.
Eyes dance over yours In a single bound I’ve lept from the pages of your lips To the stories within your dark circles
So...
I awaken to realize that I'm more tired the more I sleep, less satisfied the more I dream, and more afraid of stupidity the more I learn.
So this is Life.
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I have lived in my body for years and still need maps and lights to find my way to how I feel.
Body of Maps (via anttliae)
So...true....
Being a human being is painful, but that’s just how it is.
Kyo (via yominokuni)
Yuuup.
I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
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Dang.
I Wish You Could, too...
Him: ...I wish I could grab on...
Her: To what? The stars?
Him: Yeah....
The Myth
Reuben: You look beat up.
Sikar: I’m exhausted. Barely slept a wink.
Reuben: Heh Heh, I see.
Sikar: Reminds me of that funny old myth about being wide awake because you're in someone else's dream.
Rueben: ...
Sikar: But that stuff is for hopeless romantics. I think my body was born restless.
Rueben: Hmmm.
Sikar: What?
Reuben: Hm? Eh, nuthin’.
Sikar: Ha ha, c’mon, you’re makin that iffy face. What is it?
Reuben: ......I drept of you...
The Ice.
I only wonder if it still drips cold. The mold. The melting contents of your soul. Icicle fingers pull away my own As you decide that you don't like The warmth that was my hold.
Wake Up; Love Is Laughing
He's waiting for the sunrise To watch his world wake up She loves to see the sunset Drowning in cup Of black and white stars Often speckled in a bruised colored night Scars of the present dip into the past Wake up Laughing little hearts of bursting laud Dissolving all the remnants of pettifog As a smile confronts an impish grin And God smiles on a pair of clashing plans He's folding all the envelopes She's thumbing all the stamps They're sending off their mixed emotions To be happy again He's staring at her deeply And she pretends she doesnt notice Her heart is running from her mind Then her conscience reels it in Wake up Dancing little eyes as Love applauds The choice you made to let the cage dissolve As a smile rewards an impish grin And God smiles down at the hearts of friends She's realized there's something about falling she dont like He's noticed the bridge of hope is turning to slackline But in the end She prays to make amends He says that he won't leave her Even though she's just his friend Afterall, the best part of it is He just wants her to be happy Though her hand wont rest in his So laugh it up You funny little hearts of falling stars Shoot for the moon Then aim for Jupiter and Mars As a smile replies to an impish grin And Heaven's angels dance again Around a pair of lonely plans That have come to be the greatest of friends
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...and I let my conscience sink with the cascade of falling stars, their brilliance like chiseled gems, floating motionless in the bottomless ocean that was night. ~Smiley Sam
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