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in repetition,she licked every pebble from his thirty eight eyelashes and said, "your cheeks are soft like the petals of white daises" and he never heard her speak again.in repetition,
by *nighttimebeautiful
sound in relation to the heart(paint on my palms, skin, like wax. melt. melt. melt.)sound in relation to the heart
i have a fever and you tell my mother i will die.
but i have water stuck to the walls of my throat and inside each strand of hair. i tell you.
i am drowning.
by *nighttimebeautiful
Steve.dear Steven;Steve.
i did what you said and spread blood on my ceiling, but the christians spat on me and said things quite profane. then i took off all my clothes and did a rain dance, just like you showed me, the cops called me on that one too, though. remember that time you thought it would be a good idea if i sacrificed a black bear during the full moon? yeah, well, my mom was pretty pissed off when she had to get a new carpet. the other day i asked a tree permission before i climbed it, like you told me i HAD to. the neighbor saw and told my mom that if we didn't give us all the rhubarb from our garden that he'd get me locked up (n
by *nighttimebeautiful
english.english, like summer, rainingenglish.
mayflies in a locket of radiant hairs, shine like june(bugs) in a voice of twine and (egyptian) sheets. counting in spanish counting in french
counting in russian english, like counting down. forfeit your (new) coming; for old ways.
because i am young again like i have always been. in fields of daffodils and June bugs, wrapped in egyptian cotton with wings like a moth. and no one speaks english. no one speaks english no one speaks english. no one speaks english.
timeless, s
by *nighttimebeautiful
the taste of winter."the sky is your favorite colour" "i know."the taste of winter.
we have tongues like cinnamon, and
i tell you that i dont believe you anymore
because your eyes are like noon, and i
hate noon. and i want you to know that
i dont trust you anymore because you
keep me in purgatory when all i need is
clarity, whether it be in heaven or hell.
but our tongues are of cinnamon. and i
need to mourn, but you keep me alive,
alive like fresh coffee and cold air, but all
i want is sleep. and i need to tell you that
i cant breathe anymore, because my skin
is like sand, and i
by *nighttimebeautiful
mispronunciation.i am far from where boundaries create me.mispronunciation.
breathe.
i saw you undress during a july storm. where notions of life became irrelevant.
here, i believed that the stars were small. here, where it was believed that i was small. breathe. i heard you sing to life itself, under the maple trees. where your music makes me erratic. here, i create for the ones who can not. here, where creating is lavender, and gold. breathe. i tasted your sense of love, harmony kept. where induced memories become unwritten. here, i survive. here, where i collect th
by *nighttimebeautiful
tuesday.it is a tuesday, and i am crying. i can hear the rapid pace of the watch on her left wrist. i amtuesday.
nestled in her ears with words to complain about. i ask her, knowing she will have an answer;
"why does it rain so much?" "because, you kill all of the spiders in the basement."
she does know, and i agree. because the body count is very high. i remember that i hate her, and retract my acceptance of her thoughts.
it is monday, and i am erratic.
i can hear the shower as she squeezes all the water from her hair. i am
curled to the c
by *nighttimebeautiful
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- Print preference: tiny.
- Favourite band or musician: SLIPKNOT. claude debussy. the pixies. regina spektor. korn. nine inch nails. ludovico einaudi.
- Favourite genre of music: metal, classical
- Favourite artist: LEYBURNE. watson. dali. portrais. klimt. renz.
- Favourite poet or writer: POE. plath. frost. hughes. pound. whitman. cummings. dickinson.
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