What does this say of me: That Death Requiems are my favorite things to hear, that the photographs I choose to worship are those with their eyes closed, that when Andrew Warhola printed suicide, l listened. Prepared to respond-and will spend my life responding to beauty.
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You Are The Story [Written November 25, 2013 Aged: 21 Years Old]
I never knew if you wanted to be the river, or just be touched by one. You have the eyes of a holder. Obsessing over pulse you turn Over and kiss me and I think together we rival reverse symmetry and that we should write treaties with lighter fluid and smash rubies with passion, the reddest kind, because we are far from any Place.You Are The Story That started in my ease— Out towards the soul That keeps me Open I want to be the one to close you. Union in Albuquerque, or Toledo, Or dead winter walking On snow we cried I want to be the final stitch in your cell division sunrise It’s not my fault you have boundaries.If only I could get you to sing this curse out of me. This chemical curse sparks the tremble in me. WhimperingWhispering sounds are vowels, too Please, won’t you pardon my layers, I just need the fall. The ground grinds me red and I hope from above To finally be something that Requires no love It’s not my fault you’re afraid of madness.
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Playing Dice With Diamonds
the tears fell in tandemI watched after the mirror and decided to say something about them, here...
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Playing Patty Cake With the Truth
just me reporting to you alive with love, all love
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A Necessary Cupid
random musings / responding to beauty, clarity, and the love of Life.
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