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lyrical addictions.i will buy a thin white dresslyrical addictions. by ~xxlifeisworthitxx
that hangs on me too loosely
and wear it all weekend
i will lie in the garden,
sleep in the soil,
and bake in the sun
to smell like the flowers.
i will dance in the rain,
watch the lightning in awe,
shake with longing in the thunder
to lose my fury in the storm.
i will swallow big orange clouds
and chase them with bent rainbow.
anyone who will taste me
will taste the newness of season's change.
i will breathe and walk gently
give smiles free like kisses
and will myself not to soak in
the broken memories and feelings.
i will meditate until dawn
wearing only love thinly
and give myself to the sun
so the night cannot have me.
i will exhale the screams and pain
because i need to let love and whispers in.
i can't let myself go on living
in a past that i regret.
i will sing until my lungs become brand new
and write until my fingertips glow.
i'm giving my soul to ink and paper
because i need to become poetry.
the boys of the summer.i danced through wallsthe boys of the summer. by ~xxlifeisworthitxx
the blunt words that filled your bitter mouth
didn't lessen the sweetness of our kiss.
i gave you cumming's words to fold into your wallet
and kissed your eyelids to lull you to sleep.
when oblivion consumed you,
fire got me.
and your fear tasted lustful
at two a.m. in my car.
you let the ghosts from the graveyard stain my windows
because you were afraid that they would come inside.
your want was in the water while we swam,
swirling around us in the lazy current of the river.
you ran it vanilla down my vulnerable neck.
i only laughed as you pulled me closer.
you held it against me when i left you alone that night,
leaving yourself stranded in the dark recesses of your mind.
that last kiss was a warm spot in a damp night on the pavement,
staring at stars that were no longer there.
you tasted like cigarettes when i rolled you in the grass.
you held me close as summer chill set in.
we caught glimpses of the stars when our eyes would open
like we did.some place,like we did. by ~xxlifeisworthitxx
an ocean away from here,
they live together-
without those they left behind.
they kiss and dance
and laugh at the stars
until the sky caves in on them
and they have to dive into the sea.
they build shelter ocean-side
and call each other home.
they make-believe in false solutions
and ignore what comes long after.
but history moves in circles;
always the same mistakes.
and the raging tide will someday soon
bring them back to us.
so far.sitting in the damp grassso far. by ~xxlifeisworthitxx
staring at the overcast night sky.
i know if i can rise above them,
i can see the stars.
so i climb,
the sunset turned my skin red and orange
and i'm so out of place in the purple clouds,
but this is home.
home; a foriegn concept for a long time,
but i find it way up high.
i am feather-light and floating,
floating out in space on the milky way.
i am on fire,
my glow illuminating the world.
i am the dawn- sunlight.
i want to bring life back to earth.
i am so far gone,
trying to escape the atmosphere.
i'm running hard and fast
straight into nothing.
the lights from the city don't drown the stars;
we simply burn out.
how could stars so high up and far away
compete with the bright lights that line our streets?
if i drift away,
not a soul would mind.
but what will be left
if i chose to return?
i'm tangled in the ropes that hang from the sky tonight,
but heaven knows i don't belong here.
i can't afford a home on the ground,
my paychecks and sacrifices don't cut it.
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Sea of Liesi.Sea of Lies by *UntamedUnwanted
My father never read me the story of Icarus. I found it for myself. I suppose he did not want me to know what it was like to almost touch the stars. But it was only after I had read the story did I even try to reach so far. It is a little like falling in love...and then drowning in the sea.
(I would be lying if I said the fall didn't break everything I had once believed was solid.)
My science teacher knew well that I was a dreamer. When I told her I believed fairytales were as real as love is, I could see the disapproval and disappointment in her eyes. I suppose thats why in her classroom, when I was asked what the greatest force in the universe was, I answered love. I suppose thats why she laughed and reminded me that love was as much a fairytale as the fairytales I believed in.
(She was wrong. Love exists...its just been broken into a million little pieces, set afloat in a sea of heartbreak.)
My mother didn't want to speak about t
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