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there was once this guy. a very strong guy, he loved to look at me, gaze upon your beauty. it's ravishing he told me trying to explain. i just thought him crazy. he never stopped watching though, he told me your way of dance in life is wonderful. i snickered at his comments and just went on living, his eyes always near. then one day i kissed him with my dirty lips of lies and i haven't seen him since. i think my reality was much more overwhelming then he thought, but i just went on dancing.
Literature
Succumbing to Water
"Succumbing to Water"
A million snowflakes descending,
each one
different.
Which watery design
is your death?
Perhaps it is
the foamy monstrous walls
rising
rising
falling.
You're crushed by an ocean.
Or the river pulls and
you drift along.
Deaf ears don't hear
the resounding smash
of water
breaking like glass on deadly rocks.
Blind eyes refuse to see
the edge.
Maybe a drop of rain
touches you, tracing
a line on your face
and
you
Literature
Breath Like Seawater
Your breath, like seawater frothing out, salty, sweet.
Gentle exhale, I hear waves on the beach
inhale, wind through the trees
dropping slowly, languidly
softly stopping
exploding
gone.
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Digging
Miriam always looked worse in hotel mirrors. There was something about the lighting in these places. Maybe it was the drying effect of the unfamiliar water or the biological washing powder on the sheets and towels. Maybe it was the aging effect of a full English breakfast every morning, clogging her arteries and colon, writ large across her pores.
Whatever the cause, a pallid, dry, wrinkle-faced hag with frizzy greying hair watched Miriam brush her teeth.
It was 6am according to her elderly Nokia. The wall clock in her room wasn’t working. She wasn’t sure what year it had stopped at roughly quarter past three, but the hands
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oh look, yet another one.
don't wanna read them all? then dont.
don't wanna read them all? then dont.
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I'm still reading them, but this one is my favorite so far, cuz you snickered.. and soon enough snickers turn to giggles.
Beauty is but a flower
which wrinkles will devour
Brightness falls from the air
Queens have died young and fair
Dust hath closed Helens eye
I am sick I must die
Thomas Nash Song in a time of pestilence
Beauty is but a flower
which wrinkles will devour
Brightness falls from the air
Queens have died young and fair
Dust hath closed Helens eye
I am sick I must die
Thomas Nash Song in a time of pestilence