nerudai want to read your bodyneruda
like neruda poem
written in braille,
my fingers searching
the pages of your skin,
gently brushing away
the hair that falls like a silken bookmark
across your face. i will work my way down the page, hands
trembling with excitement, anticipating which words
will follow. fingers will linger in some areas, reread, so that on lonely nights like this one I will
be able to recite the subtle nuances of
your neck or the mystery surrounding your navel. I would try to interpre
A Lonely.A heart says, finger down the light socket. The blue eye mouse is crying in the corner. Please tell me you're joking, is all that the rabbit will give up. He's scared too. If any one comes in, proclaims the spider, you let me know. I'll bite them. I'll bite them several times over. Mr. Mouse, then, can come out from the corner. The rabbit will have his piece of mind. A wind blown ember will fly in from the open door and this old house will catch fire once again.A Lonely.
Indeniablement StupideYou'd be surprised to hearIndeniablement Stupide
where I am right now. I'm
a little surprised myself to be
here. I'm bleeding on this
paper. 3-hole punchers
are dangerous. Oh, wide eyes.
How do I know? I can see
your reaction. You forget
how well I know you. Do
you remember how you
kissed me back when
things were perfect? I do.
I can still taste them. How
often I'd press my lips
on paper to get your black
lipstick off and hang my
little imprints on the wall.
My mom always asked who
I'd kissed, and if I was
a lesbian. I'd just sigh &n
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Art is my modern day revolution.
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With a wail, you let them know you're furious, you're back.
~RomanHoliday666
~shadowkeeper1327
~SweetCantarella
~DigiZombie-Thing
~Pyroinsomniac3
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Everything I tell you is a lie..........I just lied.
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