....................................so i just got back to my dad's house....no cat
but i got to hang out with rach so that was fun!!
and i repainted my furniture at my mom's.....it's SO cool
~stormmoon
AngelNewest
Kite Runner1. We would sit in the trees our feet unrestrained by Gravity and the weigh of the world Our ankles brushed against tree bark and skinKite Runner
We would laugh and swing our feet
In the opposite direction
We were always sitting in trees Looking down to the world swinging
From great heights
We just never knew it
2. I stood in the snow
Just fallen
And watched you
Hidden safely behind a wall
Looking on at the spectacle like It was horror movie at the Cineplex and I could bury My head into your shoulder and find comfort Li
by ~stormmoon
Poetry to goHer spider web house drips with delicate lines of pearled dew She spends her days comparing ocean length truths to crystal drop liesPoetry to go
Only to find the lies weigh more The rain dances amidst contented sighs as she sits in the puddling street Her wishes echoed in her porcelain tears- each one bidding her home
At night her dreams are etched with the constant relapse of waves Every crash filing her with unequipped longing for a utopia she’s yet to enter
But every sigh uttered but the loving ocean whispers promises in her ear Promising her that she will soon come home
by ~stormmoon
Group poem in AestheticsA death by loved by death shattered to live One gone in the tapestry Fraying at the edges ofGroup poem in Aesthetics
a perfect society bloodied with finger-paints painted by our children’s children a heart laying in the center of a coffee table like the endless strings that hold our strange puppets together. But then like a locomotive, the sound of your sorrow comes Like ghosts in the rain Drifting Lost A child in the forests
That are beating
They are alike And I am jealous They have n
by ~stormmoon
Trix 20 somethingAbigail stood there, not moving. Torn between her duties she felt she owed to the house and everyone in it, and self preservation.Trix 20 something
“Andrew, lock the door would you.” “Why?” “Two reasons. First, common sense, and second, we’re not alone, they double booked us. The second they get a chance J and A will come and take over the mission, getting all the credit.” “Who?” “James and Adeline.” “Who are James and Adeline?” “James is the guy we worked with in the bank.” “Which ban
by ~stormmoon
Favourites
glass jars01.glass jars
We used to keep our wishes
in glass jars to save them for later.
We stored them on the shelf in your office. Your cat knocked mine over
and it splintered into eleven shards. I cleaned it up and replaced it with an
empty identical one
and I never told you.
07.
We would sit on your back porch and peer into your yard at
the fireflies, little flittering orbs of orangey-yellow, and you’d say how they were like small specks
by =Miss-Deathwish
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Tranquility: the space between one heart beat and the next
Infinity: the relapse between one broken promise and the next
Divinity: the hollow emptiness between one red tear and the next
Don’t cut. Not class, not flesh. It’s stupid.
jacob and his friend are over and they woke me up!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Tranquility: the space between one heart beat and the next
Infinity: the relapse between one broken promise and the next
Divinity: the hollow emptiness between one red tear and the next
Don’t cut. Not class, not flesh. It’s stupid.
because then, as soon as you do something they get mad at you!!!
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Tranquility: the space between one heart beat and the next
Infinity: the relapse between one broken promise and the next
Divinity: the hollow emptiness between one red tear and the next
Don’t cut. Not class, not flesh. It’s stupid.
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