life in every word. by just-one-more-moment, literature
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life in every word.
is it so wrong
to want life
so much life
that it feels as if every single particle in my very body
could just burst through my skin
because things just aren't as alive inside this body
the perplexity of this is insane
the life inside my red blood cells
and pumping heart
is not enough
not what i long for
and though usually
i would beckon for someone to accompany me
for someone to join me in this search
for life beyond compare.
right now, i am not accepting applications.
perheps this could be caused by the fact
that all my last attempts at a 'business partner'
images from the elevator by just-one-more-moment, literature
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images from the elevator
when i started spinning
i had no idea
this would happen.
and now i can't stop
because when i'm spinning
everything is a blur.
little imperfections are absent
right now i don't see them.
i can ignore
the fact that
you don't care
about me.
i can just see
the outline of
your face
no details.
like the bored eyes
i used to light up
and in the blur
you turn into
into
a monster?
i don't like this anymore
i want to be
where it is all
clear again.
but when i reach out to you
to try and stop myself
you are nothing but a
monster.
and i wish you'd turn
back into what you used to be
because right now
you're the only on
If I had just one moment
I'd spend it with you
because with this magnificant moment
we'd know exactly what to do
we could take a nice picnic
a good day in the park
we could set our hearts afire
all we need's a spark
we could go swinging
trying hard to touch the sky
maybe we'll make our own little kite
and teach it how to fly
we just might splash through puddles
while dancing in the rain
we could spin around in circles
till we're no longer sane
we could just sit and gaze
into each others eyes
with each and every second
comes a new surprise
or we could just keep laying here
as another moment comes again
we'll stay like th
like-roses-to-wraiths by like-roses-2-wraiths, literature
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like-roses-to-wraiths
and now there you are, standing in the open, vulnerable.
your face, your figure, so close, yet so unclear,
and in this moment of closure nothing seems to matter,
but then i open my eyes and it all just disappears.
and my tears are dripping with the essence of your existence,
though no more are you here to share it with me.
these visions in my mind, they seem so blurry
but i can wait this out, i'm in no hurry.
this time makes even the most patient saints wonder if things will work out,
but i grow neither near nor far from this distinct determination.
i grow more fond of these thoughts of our reunion by the minute,
and now i never fe
The porcelain doll, lonely on her shelf
abused and used, singing softly to herself
songs of life and songs of love
songs of the things she knows nothing of
Tears well up, she wants to die
silly little thing, dolls can't really cry
and so she sits, sorrowing in her doom
dreams of shadowed darkness, creeping fog and gloom
Suddenly a light finds her, sitting all alone
painful in its pleasure, the doll lets out a moan
how it somehow found her, the doll will never know
her cracks begin to fade, bathing in that glow
The light gently strengthens, till it's all she knows is near
no more thoughts of darkness, it slowly drowns her fear
ou
The Summer We Grew Up by SecretSimulacrum, literature
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The Summer We Grew Up
I'm missing memories
Or at least the feelings that I had
If I could I wouldn't turn back time
My life right now ain't bad
But I wish I could have lingered longer
I'm missing times I can't get back
I wish things wouldn't go so fast
It's so hard to keep track
Chorus:
I think of you as the tears roll in
One life ending as one begins
You'll find another, you'll move on
But we'll never forget
The summer we grew up
These boxes fill my halls
Brimming with things and memories
My life between these walls
What do I leave behind
How many endless nights
The days blend into one another
But every day we had each other
I saw you more t
Current Residence: little ol' waterloo Favourite genre of music: anything but rap Shell of choice: if you mean noodle then the normal kind Favourite cartoon character: i've always liked eeyore Personal Quote: if life gives you lemons make grape juice. sit back and smile while the world wonders how you did it
Favourite Movies
garden state and love actually
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
soo many
Other Interests
sewing, running, cooking, acting, writing, hanging out with friends
so since i've been at my house all by myself for the past four days, against my will but still, i've been thinking a lot. there isn't much else i can do. but here's what i think about:
-am i making the most of every single moment i have? i don't wanna waste any because people leave (i've figured that out) and times change and i want to enjoy all of this while i'm in it. like basking in the sun!
-the littlest things can change your life. such as waiting in line to get the strawberry lemonade at that little coffee store instead of just getting one at mcdonalds could end up making you meet someone who is amazing. and full of life. so i hope i
well it's really just like, an old camera from a couple decades ago, and its all plastic and kind of crappily made but for that reason it gives random lights leaks and gives every picture you take a kind of mellowy mood. and i love that. by one twenty, i mean that's the film it takes. therefore, the prints are like square instead of rectangular? hah.