Divided by Power, United by Words

[preventive]

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[adrenaline]

[adrenaline]

by Brittan Hart

[ashberryyyyy]

We wrap ourselves

in

a cocoon

of

comfortable silence

and

resembling interests

Yet all we

desire

for is

quite different.

-“Some people never go crazy, what truly horrible life they must lead.”- Bukowski

[writtenwordsalive-blog]

Still the only one I think about When I touch myself late at night  Getting high off a memory Imagining your white hands on me  Whether to love or beat me  You always had me ' Right in the palm of your hand and you always got the kiss  of my fist

A Dark One, Emily Griffith 

[writtenwordsalive-blog]

Sticky fingertips from sweet release  A heavenly climax that leaves me breathless Without the thought of you Entering, violating, caressing But instead Anew thought  An imaginary soul mate Providing air to a fire  That you kept putting out This time when I am finishing  I am not crying that once again  It is you that I have thought of  But instead  My heart allowed the mind to go to places it wasn't permitted to before And I have found out so much of myself  Just from touch  And I find I can touch where it hurts  And have healing hands  So when I finish Without thoughts of you That's what I call  Closure

Closure through touch 

[writtenwordsalive-blog]

It's when letting go doesn't feel like a rip from the earth,  tearing at your roots thinking about,  'What could have blossomed?'  it is when your plant has bloomed as much as it possibly could have,  but you realize it could have never bloomed in quite the way you wanted it too,  whether it be lack of sun, water, proper soil, or attention.  so you let the petals drop  hardly noticing at all  as they barely make a sound. one day you look at the plant,  and think,  'Oh my, this one gave up and died, never got to reach the sky'  And it isn't for lack of green thumb,  as people broken hearted often feel  they lack the capability to love  but no,  you are just finding the perfect combination of soil, water, sun, and attention.  you are a perfect experiment of nature,  patient and kind.

Natural Closure 

[writtenwordsalive-blog]

You brought out the demon in me,  and it's sad to say  you'll never see the best  But maybe better that way  That you can put this tale  of 'Ribs', car drives, and sleepless nights  Finally to bed, finally at rest  and you can sleep  Believing the demon is me,  Is all I'll ever be.

A Person Can Be Both Angel and Demon, Emily Griffith 

[adrenaline]

[sotick]

By Emmanuel Rosario

[preventive]

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[preventive]

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[prospects]

[boxdyed]

The 7 wonders of the world:

•An apple waiting on a park bench that’s too sacred for the ants to touch.

•An ashtray that rattles on the bullet train to sunrise land but insists porcelain can’t break over and over again.

•A messenger bag that remembers the headlines the day I was born and talks til the birds start singing.

•A pencil sharpened to the atom that draws perfect circles until the world makes sense.

•A bottle of moonshine from when glass was good and dogs smoked cigars in flooded basements.

•A keyboard with the letters all mixed up to spell “I love you” and blades of grass growing in between the keys like the cracked sidewalk outside your elementary school.

•And a bicycle on its third coat of paint that always takes me home, there’s nothing else I need to say. The daisies in your basket will wait.

My window is bigger, than it needs to be

Sunlight pours through and I’m filled to the brim You mean more to me than a glass Polaroid. I started chewing my nails again.

My friends they all want to be in love

And listen to the wrong kind of music

-June ‘91 (via @freesnack )

[writtenwordsalive-blog]

I realized then, I deserve so much more love  Then you were ever willing to give me.  But so are you, deserving.  Maybe we didn't deserve each other in a way.

[writtenwordsalive-blog]

I'm trying to jump to the good parts  The part where I'm not as sad as I used to be,  But I'm still here muddled with thoughts of how it used to be,  And how can a girl practice her craft in a state like that?

Sift don’t Leap, Emily Griffith 

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