but it was probably just you.iexare36: i called
charl0tz: i didnt get any missed calls
charl0tz: i would have answered but it never rang
iexare36: probably the distance
charl0tz: probably.
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things i was never supposed to the things i was never supposed to say:things i was never supposed to
suitcase tipped open like a mouth in protest. that's where the (empty) cans went, with each toss a new vision,
by ~wecanlivelikethis
hydrooxic acidi turn on the faucet and pretend you are the water. touch me, taste me, cleanse me. it is your whisper that calls me. it is the hiss of steam against my teeth, the burn on my lips. the streams down my shoulders, the beads on my nose. slip down my throat, escape the corners of my eyes.hydrooxic acid
years go by. you are not a mistake i can erase. no, you will never be.
by ~wecanlivelikethis
bad connectioni squeeze my eyes shut in bright rooms at night, nose in book, fingers on phone, eyes on tv. your voice cuts into my ears– static strokes it but i think i understand: we just had a bad connection. i get it. i really do.bad connection
he said "just give it awhile." i (finally) said "i'm not waiting around." and you still lied– even when everything was over, even when this desperate attempt at holding things together like a puzzle
(though several pieces were missing) nosedived, you made your voice smolder and
lied. then i wished i could see you, &nb
by ~wecanlivelikethis
hope"i don't believe in love." i don't understand. you put your hands on me andhope
kiss me until i'm dizzy and run your hands down my back in that way you know makes me weak but you don't believe in love. sometimes you ache for her, say you hate it when she cries, when she says she still loves you. but you cradle her in the palm of your hand, and me in the other, like some sniveling silver scale. i will not be weighed in lust or pretty smiles. i will not be used for dramatics and last resorts. i do believe (we were) (we are) in love, i do believe in the
by ~wecanlivelikethis
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when time does not healThere's a light bulb in your chest, it flickers on/off the coral reef, it's pinkish and reminds me of babies though i don't know why yet.when time does not heal
The buzzer rings and it's never you, as always, i am carpet faced
and full of tiny yous that won't hack out
with drawing pins, i just sit inside my own shipwreck.
I thought i could control the epileptic fits
brought on by your fast heart-blinks. i'm on the brink of something scientific, something raw as you say i give you new illnesses
and put your medicine in the draw,
you are happy until i shuffle back
by ~inmyroom
watercolor pencilsam I your Tin lily? sn bonds close enough to double up: I amwatercolor pencils
giving lessons to twist-turn smiles and pulling out my hair in gauzy clumps with great care in preparation for summer.
I'm all tangled. Talk to me, your Aluminum magnolia, al[l] tangled up
in twist-toss dreams where mouths say wrong things and covers are mountains, the people cold explorers gasp water, love, and we no longer walk sidewalks to convenience stores, holding hands.
there, you bought a full set of sixty watercolor pencils, now I am Steel daisy spring but then he/ &nb
by ~Pluia
seasonsplease do not be angry, said she i am but a simple secret (with bowed head and cloudy eyes)seasons
in spring i used to pick cranapples, yes she said, i was snow white on cracking benches old with one wicked witch, one prince who got distracted. in spring she said in spring i basked in blue and yellow splashed in green and grey.
she said in summer i swam through a mosaic scented with air conditioning, cement, and smiles so bright i skipped to catch them. in summer, said she, i fell down and skinned my knees blood running down my calf &nb
by ~Pluia
a rainy january 1sometimes i forget to listen as closely as i should -a rainy january 1
to hear the intracies that spell themselves out in your sarcastic hands -
and then, hope springs not quite eternal as, forgetting you, i remember the taste of salt water and sun like some beautiful epileptic fit brought on by the simplest wrong words.
i am going to build this new year with stars for nails and nails for eyes. and as children clamber over rocky seashores and sandy seasons
i do not think we are ever alone
by ~Pluia
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- Current Residence: pennsylvania
- Interests: writing, reading, going to shows, music, live music, friday nights, friends, music, music. friends.
- Favourite movie: finding neverland
- Favourite band or musician: too many
- Favourite genre of music: too many
- Favourite poet or writer: emily dickinson yeah i said it.
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Personal Quote: those who bring sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.
- Tools of the Trade: smile.
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/nailsforbreakfast
- Email: wecanlivelikethis_xx@yahoo.com
- AIM: charl0tz
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have a wonderful day
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I cradle this body, my temple, and wait,
Whisper of better days,
And I still know so little.
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do you have a secret?
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baby, seasons change, people dont
SCREW LIFE 666
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"The mean reds? You mean like the blues?"
"No... the blues are because you're getting fat or because it's been raining too long. You're just sad, that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of."
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This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
-T. S. Eliot
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