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- nibbles & hickeys. at allpoetry
shut your mouth, moths feeding off
empty plates, - antique fucking. at allpoetry
we are women of the 19th century,
who have mastered the art of - drowning in a closed room. at allpoetry
speechless. masked.
we are the masses that travel the shores, - petals on fire. at allpoetry
The stones we stepped on were firm and strong, a taste of the impossible future. The sky should've been brighter and lighter, if you weren't using the latter to burn magnifying glass holes in my chest, and I didn't feel it ti - crickets make more love. at allpoetry
We’re puppets ruled by the skies,
dancing into the heavens - sticks and stones will hurt you. at allpoetry
Love watches cascading, salty waterfalls
and she is face down, naked, floating - Morning Walks And Pills. at allpoetry
Concrete is as hard as the pressure you put on it, and as cold and how bare your feet are. Socks, stripped and ripped, symbolic and beautiful. We'd rest our spines on walls, timing our breathing so perfectly, the heat of your - Scars In Unexpected Places at allpoetry
there is a certain sparkle that accompanies anger,
an emotion put in the oven, temperature and humidity noted - my mind is an eraser for the horizon. at allpoetry
I used to sit on windowsills, taking in the turqoise blue of the skies, the way the leaves and wings cut through the marshmallow clouds. It was diaster arranged on pretty, expensive cutlery. But even seated on the top of the - Shells All Along. at allpoetry
Heads twirl,
clean up splattered blood or - Love For Loss Or A Gut Feeling? at allpoetry
We’re settled against brick walls,
jostled in our shoes. - M.I.a at allpoetry
4 months and 3 days since I've gotten the letter. No one in this town had accepted me so readily. As soon as I read it, it bowled me over with a sense of belonging... and longing. I wanted to pack my bags and leave immediatel - The Door Is Open, So I'll Use The Window. at allpoetry
Hello, it’s me again, is it time now?
You weren’t home so I let myself in, - Tongues In Cheeks For Cowards And The Weak. at allpoetry
If your conscience lied,
would the trigger beneath your tongue - Laughing Buddhas Tell No Lies. at allpoetry
Never anticipate a blind man's step,
it is the pavement that's God. - Hardened Clay. at allpoetry
Stars were placed in your reach,
if you felt the glow, - The Weightlessness Of Trouble. at allpoetry
You've placed yourself in me, a single sigh for a sea of emotions. - Carry Me Home. at allpoetry
Something of a secretive nature, clutching steadfast to a mother's grip. - Golden Moons And Suns. at allpoetry
Walking on careless waves across lingering years of doubt; - Fakes and Liars Of A Cleaner Upbringing. at allpoetry
We're all influenced by the worst of times, and shaped by the beating waves - Clocks Of Ticks And The Wrong. at allpoetry
Twenty twenty vision can't ensure clarity of thought; - Pleasure Comes In Only One Colour: Green. at allpoetry
Do you talk in your sleep?, I said. Oh, who's unstable now? - Attempt It All at allpoetry
Tampered memories; corrected vision. - Lessons & Life. at allpoetry
Dog chases. Biased on the basis of a flicker; - Plane Flights. at allpoetry
When it comes to you, we're all wound in spider webs. - Faith Is Friction, Friction Is Fate. at allpoetry
He plays his life a G flat string, behind gravestones on summer nights. - To Shine Like A Fading Star Is All The Honesty You Need. at allpoetry
I'm failing to feel the storyline this time; there goes all point of view. - Lala Lorraine Is Away. at allpoetry
Are you on the inside? 'Cause I'm standing out in the west, - Call Me Over For Drinks And Something Secretive. at allpoetry
I want to write us off to less than a phone call a month. - [ I lived through 3 AM; ] at allpoetry
I lived through 3 AM; it's a sense of reinforcement - Waiting For The Liars. at allpoetry
Loneliness is a fickle concept, pushing you around, - Friction Or Fate? at allpoetry
Silence, she whispered. Nothing stop it. - Keep An Open Heart. at allpoetry
There's no time to run away, to learn from all the days you skipped school. - Don't say anything this time. at allpoetry
It's a tool, carving a new pattern onto my skin. - Say A Prayer. at allpoetry
I set the table for a banquet of elastic hearts, push and pull, suspending this high enough
