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- maybe if you fuck him... at allpoetry
maybe if you fuck him, he'll love you.
- thinking at allpoetry
Today I was thinking about how things used to be. How we used to stay up all night, talking on AIM and drinking together... How we used to do handstands and cartwheels on the lawn in our underwear, just because we could.
- lost at allpoetry
I used to write like rain, all flowing and dripping and chaos in a few simple strokes... Now I feel like it's slowed to a mist. I can't write but I can think and it flows around me, just moving breathing life.
- Half-Moon Failure at allpoetry
Mind reels with a smack my life has reached it's proverbial brick wall. - FrostBite at allpoetry
I blow and air billows like smoke in front of my face, and you're enveloped in clouds, your sleepy blond hair curling like a halo. - winter at allpoetry
snow falls in sheets, sheets rest on the ground and become a blanket that keeps the dirt warm. my body is cold but the dirt is warm from mother nature's blanket. and i'm warm from your blanket that covers me in the cold weath - seeing blind at allpoetry
the wooden table is cold under my bare thighs and my legs are spread with you between them. just two moments ago we were breathing, feeling, seeing nothing. but there was a pause, a time rift. and now i see you, with your lip - lightless at allpoetry
complete crap-in-progress. i'm rusty don't bother reading. - just something at allpoetry
Writing is just something that we do. / It’s like music for you, / Chocolate for me. / We can serenade the neighbors / With the rhythm of our labored breathing. / Writing is just something that we do, / Like - me-first freedom at allpoetry
I tap on the window of the car
frosted and glassy, - oxy-moronic societal outcry. at allpoetry
and we're killing ourselves slowly.
eating too much or too little, - first impressions at allpoetry
And you wonder what they say about
the girl whose dancing to the music in her head... - falling short at allpoetry
And I thought that when I lose
these 10 pounds I'll be omniscient. - willpower at allpoetry
I dragged my battered robe behind me
(the one I cried into when you never came home).
