June 2012
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I feel empty without you.
I don’t mean this is the pseudo-romantic sense of ‘you complete me’ or ‘I feel whole now that you’re here.’ I’ve been there, done that, and this is far deeper than searching for fulfillment in the empty mason jars I’ve surrounded myself with.
I’ve grown so accustomed to sharing every joy, every laugh, every smile...
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Tangibly unworthy, she lets her face sink beneath the bubbles so she can truly be as invisible as she feels. It’s been a day of aches and breaks and falling flakes that melt before they caress her flesh. Her red lips, his sea foam eyes and an unseen harlequin green dress as she ran, heels clicking on the pavement, in retreat. Fleeing from the scene of the murder, the walls painted with...
They don't have after school activities for...
Me: What do you want to be when you grow up?
Kara: Batman
Me: Ok, well what's your favorite thing to do?
Kara: Pretend to be Batman
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I shattered into a thousand shards of who I once was. It wasn’t immediate. There was a chisel and a pick and someone with a hammer slamming, slamming,slamming, until I burst and scattered on the neglected floor.
For an instant, some may have said it was beautiful as the light caught every shard of me floating through the stale air - like crystal snowflakes covering the littered...
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There’s a beach somewhere with our names written in the sand just beyond the reach of the rolling waves. The sun is setting, painting the clouds in coral and lavender, hiding the flush in my cheeks at your touch. The salty breeze flows through my hair, winding round your fingers as you pull my lips closer to yours. There is not a soul wandering through this dreamscape, for it was built to...
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It’s that moment when you realize you don’t matter as much to someone as they did to you and you find yourself wondering why you cared so much in the first place because the signs were there all along yet you can’t help but feel the empty pockets they once filled.
There is a quake in my chest, somewhere near the space my heart occupied before I handed it over to him. It’s...
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I feel like I fucked up somewhere - fucked up majorly - fucked up beyond the point of repair. This irreparable damage tugs at my heart, flooding my eyes and I’m consumed with the urge to cry, but why? I’ve lost so many, retained so few and while the few that stuck it through brighten life with mighty light I can’t help but feel the dark niches of sadness of gloom and doom and...
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Drifting beneath the peaks of your gaze, wandering the maze that lays in your heart. Falling apart at the seams, it would seem, but simply a teeming stream of dreams plays through my mind, rhyming in time with the rhythm of my half melted heart. I dissolve from within, withered with sin as these thoughts attack my dreamscapes. Night terrors erupt, yet I’m afraid to wake up, for what if...
Logic of a four year old
Kara: Ooo, a pretty bug! *stomp*
Me: Did you just squish the pretty bug?
Kara: Yeah, it was a catepillar.
Me: Why would you squish it?
Kara: I LIKE CATEPILLARS BUT I WANT TO SQUISH THEM!
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I long to be the rhythm in your chest, the firing synapses in your mind, the fragrance in your lungs and the fluttering in your stomach. I don’t want to be your everything, I just want to make you feel a bit more alive, like you’ve done for me. So let’s dance to my heartbeat, breathing deeply as pulses flare. A sheen of sweat is binding us, bringing us closer as the peak...
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I had a dreams of dreams achieved which lead to daydreams of things worth wishing for. I’m flooded with fantasies of days to come, of nooks and books and cuddles with coffee mugs and trees that tower over roof tops where sitting on the porch feels other worldly. A complete escape from the day to day where everything that exists beyond our haven is irrelevant, if just for an evening. ...
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There are certain moments in time when the world stops spinning and all the stars stare down upon the earth in waiting. It happens when words stop and eyes simply gaze into each other, searching souls and wishing to read thoughts. There is a nod of a chin as breaths are held in, but the hesitation is stuttering upon each heartbeat. One moves, then halts, unsure and doubtful. The other mirrors...
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There are days, where, for no reason, ancient emotions flood my mind. Perhaps it’s from reading my own words, posted and forgotten long ago. For me, a piece of writing is a snapshot of what I was feeling at that moment in time. To feel those feelings again… it’s overwhelming, especially without being able to turn to you, to stare into your eyes and assure myself that...
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It’s like a thousand words dancing on the tip of my tongue as I lick my lips at the thought of you. A thousand burning syllables itching under my skin, spin spinning round my skull painting pictures on the walls that only my subconscious can appreciate.
I need to write, yet the words do not fall freely, simply trapping me in the inbetween of content and anxiously mad.
It’s the...
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So desperately I wish I could curl up inside your heart and sleep the next ninety-two days away. Let the hours drift by without thought or anxiousness rather than sit and wish for wish upon wish of having you here. I feel every minute, every mile between your lips and mine and as time winds down the minutes simply tick by slowly. How wholly I experience every second, every heartbeat, every...
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