LayersUnder every layer, something hidden, as on every page there is something written.Layers
My coat's seen winters, bitter snow; Autumns, crisp leaves, the trees aglow as if on fire. I've watched idly as each dead, veined part falls away, is devoured back into dirt as warmth gives way to a spattering of cool,
gray days. How can I stay comfortably wrapped up
in my own little deaths?
But soon my lace-patterned breath
dissolves into cerulean atmosphere, reshaping itself in the beat of netted wings, a pink sun rising amidst a watercolor array &n
stretchthere was a clock on the wall but it was stoppedstretch
and there was a watch on my wrist that didn't tick
or tock
we could take away all this time and still it'd go on. we could take off the metal hands, the numbers the springs and even with no face, it would face us.
and there were times when infinity seemed plausible, when i needed no before or after, to be bookmarked, but that eternity was a fable.
feeble, our minds, and though this starry
s t r e t c h
of universe tells us we can go on forever,
The MendingI shiver, earth splintering,The Mending
heart wrenching shiver. This is love,
A whispered silence envelops the hidden corners, awakening deep recesses of my shattered esteem. Your touch bound together my ribs, my arms, circulating my broken bones.
When did they break?
You say goodbye. Sliding the ring from my finger, I smile, one eye teary, one reminiscent. I loved you; as you did me. As we part, the thread is tied, my body aches from stitching. Thank you, I whisper. An ache so deep, so resonant. You never did hear it.
spare bedroomon borrowed pillows, you tangled my hair to match the thoughts of your blood: blind, except for your fingertipsspare bedroom
AbuseI never planted change.Abuse
Life through abuse is like yellow fields
She took three & seven with six & nine
Picture five thousand and twenty three gingerbread mills between her
Will she grow before sleep follows?
Work at nine every night while
He might end up getting very cut
My man
Abused.
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When the true emotions show, they explain the words that even one can not speak.
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"I see," said the blind man, as he picked up his hammer and saw. ~ from my grandfather
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"Same old eyes, same old world but the difference is how you look at what is in front of you, not what it is." ~Lister Sinclair
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Love is not a victory march. It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
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Beagan agus a ra go maith. --Say little, but say it well.
My horns are holding up my halo.
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if you're quiet enough, you can hear the wind whisper the secrets of the world
shh....listen
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It was then that Harry realised he was a goldfish.
it means a lot.
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If you like it, suggest it for a Daily Deviation!
dA is for the literary arts, too.
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If you tell the truth you never have to remember anything.
Be enlightened. --->[link]
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