May 2011
it's in the air
todayspoem:
moving across the sky, monolithic visions of rolling unrest,turning to steel before eyes,the swell of things kept inside till the friction so great sparks across the fray and the clap of sonic hammers send things into dismay-
Last Night
treazure:
I whispered my goodbyes into a tear stained pillowcase I closed my eyes, held my breath listening for a response I knew I was never going to hear I imagined your face, as I last saw it so alive, and full of sweet life I tried to keep my thoughts from turning to the vile illness that robbed you of your beauty
I didn’t want arms to hold me I wanted to be all alone just me an this damp...
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“I want to be perfect.
Nothing more, nothing less…”
