Insomnia stikes again
EmotionalClockwork; as soon as the weather is cold. I'm awake.
I suppose I should not be complaining since that's when the writing comes best.
Sleep is for the weak and uncreative.
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Foolish, meI hate it when you come around, acting so down and for me.... givin in cause it's hard to ignore me. Actin' a fool and makin it hard, to keep in mind how ur still so far.Foolish, me
Far from being what I need
by ~Farawayfaerie
The Loudest SilenceI have been feeling sad for days now, well....about a week.The Loudest Silence
More so over the past few days.
I wanted to sit down and write about everything that was hurting me.
I wanted to write about you.
I just sat down to write, and the only thing that came to my mind was how indescribably happy you make me.
Its so unfortunate that at the times when we want to be happiest, our fears and our barren thoughts of emptiness send us faltering.
All i ever wanted was to be happy, you did it. Without trying you made me smile more often than i ever have.
Grocery shopping with a huge smile
by ~Farawayfaerie
I guess i forgotRemember when you said you'd call. Remember when you didnt.I guess i forgot
Remember when you loved it all.
But now that memory's hidden.
Remember all the things we shared.
Remember Midnight Goya.
Remembering you being there... and how i'd do anything for-ya.
Remember when our love was new
Remember endless kissing Remember how I wanted you But now that memory's missing.
Remember when we never stopped Remember the secrets kept by roaches
Remember that night alone at the church and now new morning approaches.
Remember when our l
by ~Farawayfaerie
Neons and MothballsHe works on cars.Neons and Mothballs
fixes them, to be exact.
Honest, brilliant, like the color red.
"Im working on a neon" he says "and it smells like mothballs" I used to have a neon ( i thought to myself, it was red.) ....red. That led me to think why DO old people smell like mothballs.
Is it thier skin?or maybe its just the scent of "old".
I never want to smell old.
He likes the way I smell on his skin, young- like vanilla and lust.
With strong work-worn hands he fixes things, though not himself.
Gives me this feeling "that starts in my toes..."
It grows....smile.
by ~Farawayfaerie
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This CityWe meet in this city unerased by time. My eyes do not know your face anymore, but the memories of you are still draped across my skin.This City
Long ago I've breathed the warmth of you and felt the weight of you in my bones. I've never brushed off the dust of this place where you left me.
Foreign cities I have known since then. My feet have touched frozen sidewalks and waltzed to street fiddlers’ melodic sorrows. I've drank wine by fountains and ruins
while telling strangers my story. I laughed away the tragedies of past heartbreaks. I knew then &n
by ~untangling
memories lentyour burning heart the match to my skin match of the heart which i could not winmemories lent
your every word a weapon of beauty hold your tongue to choke back what kills me
dont waste away watching reruns to find truths ill waste a day remembering id loved you
memories lent id shared with you
forgeting time spent as we stared at our shoes
dont waste away pretending to be true ill waste a day pretending i loath you...
by ~greymoonwolf
memories lent - greymoonwolfyour burning heart the match to my skin match of the heart which i could not winmemories lent - greymoonwolf
your every word a weapon of beauty hold your tongue to choke back what kills me
dont waste away watching reruns to find truths ill waste a day remembering id loved you
memories lent i had shared with you
forgeting time spent as we stared at our shoes
dont waste away pretending to be true ill waste a day pretending i loath you...
by =RawEm0tion
strawberriesyour voice was growing as weak as your knees i remember the way sun fell through the leavesstrawberries
i remember a time when just sighs kissed your lips we were biting our thumbs just to hold in our slips
then your mouth mocked my ears; breaths too small to be heard so you whispered again in that soft stream of words
our subconscious needs that brought us alone; together, our deeds of which none could condone
i remember a time when we both closed our eyes we knew we weren't wrong; no...we knew we were right...
by ~greymoonwolf
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