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BoyCurrently, I am watching him bake. And with each carefully measured movement, I can sense the way he'd be with a lover. Every gentle motion bringing them both one step closer to, Well. You know.Boy
His eyes hold so many secrets, All those ones that I might never know, And in the quiet times such as these, I can almost hear the words clamoring in that head of his, Trying so hard to be heard. To be recognized. But his lips are sewn shut.
Somewhere between the lines, And the worn jeans and the plain white T, Are all the things I should be readin
by ~Ainerhpozihcs
Girlby ~Ainerhpozihcs
SayI say, Boy, you smell like coffee and regrets And he says he wants love, He just hasn't found it yet. And all the whores in all the world With their daddy issues and college fees Have never felt as filthy, As disgusting As ugly as you've made me.Say
I say, I'm breaking bad habits for the new year But I'm so focused on this everlasting fear And all the girls in all the world With all their makeup and their pretty clothes Have never felt as sad As broken open As I feel now that you've left me alone.
I swear, I'm like a bad coun
by ~Ainerhpozihcs
ChooseI'd like to think that I'll be different. That life for me will be so much more, But I've already failed myself, Following their footsteps like every child eventually does.Choose
Now I'm bouncing between abusive and never-going-to-happen Landing on the other side of the fence, In a world of fake degrees and non-kosher.
You're more to me than they've ever been, And though I've just come to admit it to myself, (and to you, though not by choice...) I see it's always been this way.
In this life, I will always choose you.
I will always choose you.
by ~Ainerhpozihcs
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The Hammock: Chapter IIt was a cool night. A quiet breeze ruffled the leaves of the palm trees. Small black waves with white foam crests crashed peacefully against the shore. In the sky clouds shiftedThe Hammock: Chapter I
silently as the stars shone brightly down, the light of the moon cascading onto my lover and I in a hammock below the palm trees.
The hammock swung ever so slightly. Her head rested lightly against my chest, her arms languidly draped around me. We had been sitting like this for hours, content to just be in
the presence of the other. We had watched the sun setting over the sea, giving way to the moon and the stars. I spoke nothing, not wanting to
by ~VIIIBabies
That nightI hear my voice, laughing aloud, your breathing, deep and slow. Your lying here next to me, your everything I know. I watch you as you sleep, I know your mine, for me to keep, forever and ever, I love you so... I remember that night, when you came down the hall, your face was lit up, and a smile was spread across your lips. I remember the way, my eye’s did stray, from your face, down your chest and to your hips. God, in every move you make your grace shines through, you’ll never know how much I love you... I picked you up into my arms, and held you pressed against me tight. I never wanted to let you down; I never wanted to let you gThat night
by ~VIIIBabies
Nulla Vis MaiorI stand here amidst the dillusioned! Wielding "faith" in page after page, A jumble -- mistranslated bias and lies-- Lay broken by language and age.Nulla Vis Maior
Although contradictions pepper their words, Unquestioned such frailties remain. Each of them fear "sinful" acts of the bold, And continue, in spite of the pain.
These men of the flock follow none but the other, So afraid of difference in path. They can't seem to fathom a different belief, Without "God" and a merciless wrath.
I ask of them, "How?! How can this be?!" "Why now, should I follow your lead
by ~xechorizo
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- Current Residence: The Golden State.
- Interests: I read, I write, I sing, I live.
- Favourite movie: Anything and everything Kevin Smith.
- Favourite band or musician: Changes weekly. This week: Owl City.
- Favourite artist: Depends on my mood. Frida Kahlo, Andy Warhol, Barbara Kruger.
- Favourite poet or writer: Augusten Burroughs.
- Favourite photographer: Timothy Estrivo. www.its7ime.com
- MP3 player of choice: My Lost iPod. :(
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- Email: rockerprincess@msn.com
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For the world's more full of weeping.
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