Moving...
DelightedAnxious?
Terrified?
Eager.
Will be so nice to have my own place.
Will be not so nice to miss Vancouver's water and mountains.
Newest
BlindedYou were beautiful.Blinded
You had thick brown hair that my fingers ached to rest in. Your lips were so red and full that my mouth begged to graze them. Your body was so lean and solid that my flesh craved to press against you.
Even if only for a split second.
I would have taken anything you'd given me; a sideways glance, a crease in your forehead, half of an upturned smile.
But you were too busy, too important, too beautiful.
Too god damned beautiful.
And I wasn't.
Everything about you screamed "be addicted to me!". Your quiet sighs that I waited for, daily.
by ~AbundantAmenities
Yours, -sometimes- TrulyI was born selfish, Not appreciating what life brings I squashed lady bugs And tore off butterfly wingsYours, -sometimes- Truly
I stripped flowers of their petals And confessed to God only lies, But my one moment of guilt Was born in the tears of your eyes
Suddenly everything was a question And your answers wove the spell To my very own surprise, Like Jack and Jill... I fell.
by ~AbundantAmenities
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Steady Like a Flame...My soul is a forest, 'I love you' a match. Grant me a sweet kerosene kiss, and we'll bathe ourselves in ashes,Steady Like a Flame...
make love by the glow of the embers, and sleep beneath the smoky haze.
by ~noiamnot
One MorningYour hair was an adorable sprawl and Your imperceptible outline held me captive, You faced away from me, your eyes were Either open, closed, I could not see. Your spine teased its way above the cold white sheet You clutched and held up to your chin, Your ankles naked to the window's breath, Your other arm cushioned your turned head And held my hand above it lazily, Tracing your dreams on my palm with your thumb.One Morning
by ~mediocrepoet
DiscardedShe lay discarded on the sand, In colours stale and meshed like straw, The bruises yellow, pale and daw Inflicted by a loving hand.Discarded
A dappled net that weighed her down, Confetti on her stiffening limbs, In orchid on her eyes' cold rims, Below the ghost of a shocked frown.
Insipid smudges on her skin, Those fading testaments of hers, Belayed denial; those mottled myrrhs Understated what stirred within.
Those superficial wounds betrayed The pain of a love that hurt too much, An agony transcending touch; No longer need she be afraid.
by ~mediocrepoet
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- Current Residence: Le Canada!
- Interests: The theater and literature
- Favourite movie: The Lady Vanishes, The Circus
- Favourite band or musician: Paul Simon is God.
- Favourite poet or writer: Stevie Smith & Dylan Thomas
- MP3 player of choice: As long as it pumps out a beat, I'm fine.
- Favourite cartoon character: White ninja
- Personal Quote: No dress rehearsal, this is our life.
- Tools of the Trade: A pen and a bare patch of skin on my thigh.
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Kiera
your gallery is incredibly interesting.
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your gallery looks great from what i saw.
i look forward to looking through it further!
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