We're afraid, and we cry for each other until the sun comes up, though we both know well that that the dark is hiding nothing. We're hiding in safe places with safe faces simply because freedom might not taste right. And maybe it won't. But then, it may.
And maybe we'll find our fears wrong. Maybe we'll have seven children who will all run away from home, and we'll laugh because it's got to be a rite of passage, because we did it too. Maybe we'll farm butterflies and keep the prettiest ones on strings and hang them from our ceiling fan so that we can pretend it's springtime--daytime--for ever. Maybe we'll live for ever on food straight from
Thousands of little lies stitched to my tongue.
Because I need to
use you
hurt you
need you
love you.
And, for you to hear these little whispers, I'd have to bring you into me, but I could never kill myself for another's comfort, Love, and the grey skies wouldn't be nearly so pretty alone.
This is Eden, Love! Look where your struggles have brought you. We're drowning in tomorrow, simply trying to taste today. Fly, fly. But where ever could we go? The ocean is the same story from any line under cloudy skies.
But I'll whip-stitch these letters to you onto my breath. Because it's not nearly so frightening if we forget it's here.
She's a doll who safety-pins herself to secure memories, seeking solace in antiquity. And who could be surprised when she finds no more than sawdust? She sips on lost breath to build word-castles in sand, and she'll drown herself in this sawdust, simply for the romanticism in torment.
Go on, love, and see what your thousand words are worth in buying back the time that you so fervently throw to the wind.
It all turns to ash in your fingers, anyway.
The Day We Almost Killed A Man by Wowingglow, literature
Literature
The Day We Almost Killed A Man
We're small-town kids with big-city sentiments, Kylie and me. Why remember where you came from if you're never going back, you know? So we dress up in our Saturday best on--who'd have known?--Saturday, and we go out for a picnic or tea or cupcakes. We have no shame, so our "Saturday best" involves ribbons and petticoats and ribbons and ruffles and ribbons and platforms, and then some ribbons, if we're in the mood, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.
On Our walks, we speak loudly and half-facetiously about our fabulous plans for our new fashion line, Gloomy Sundae, spelled like the ice cream 'cause it's cute, a play on words with that Hungarian
My mind is on fire, but you've always liked it this way, icy tongue and flaming mind, "lemon juice on razorblades," isn't that what you whispered, as you traced the surfacing vein in my jaw, a blue kiss left by fairies when I dreamt of you? Fairies give dimples to dreamers, but my eyes find only you, Love.
And I see your eyes in tears in the wallpaper, your fossilized words in its oxidized adhesive on the plaster. I hear your whisper in raindrops on my window, find your face in the stain of rainwater on my windowsill. I hear your voice from the crack between my mattress and the wall, and see your footpaths in the hardwood floor. I
Once upon a time, I loved into life, but I fell in love with the swamp.
I found her in the tak tak tak of the wind tugging on the weather door. I always wondered, under my blankets, whether it was footsteps or heartbeats.
It's both. Through the tak tak of the screen door, and thump of a fallen apple, she crept so deliciously over my ears, nose, lips. Say it again, Love: "Crept so deliciously," because these are the sounds of the swamp. Through the shadows of the apple tree, she entered my eyes. She woke me with her touch, called me in the sounds of rain on leaves.
She taked around the storm door to plant blue kisses on my ears. Your imagin
Oneiros, or 'A Poet's Dream' by Wowingglow, literature
Literature
Oneiros, or 'A Poet's Dream'
We promised that we'd shape within our hands something new, be it a sand castle or Xanadu. But these hands were sculpted to let things--hopes and hurts and rights and debts--fall through, to favor others' fingers. And why bind ourselves to the pursuit of paradise when these rainclouds exhibit sensation in vivid technicolor?
I can't be Kane, and we're making no home when we tangle our legs in our bedsheets to chase dreams, so let's leave the people we are to become faceless paper dolls. We'll scribble in a thousand inks on a million pages just for the thrill of frantic, romantic, synesthetic euphoria pouring from our fingers, and whisper vers
It's a barbershop, only for women.
With catty ladies tittle-tattling
And no real styles, only cuts.
And she works here.
Ever since the last one
Stopped taking care of her.
She chits and she chats,
About sisters and a brother,
A daughter who eloped to Seattle.
About three ex-husbands,
whose hands were washed of her.
And about her in her day.
She was gorgeous, once.
That was her life. Life in her
Narrow thighs and flat stomach
And perfect complexion and taut arms.
And the world was good
While it rested in her hands.
But she never learned to love,
Just to be desired, and it's said that
Those who harm themselves for happiness
I used to weave butterflies out of breath with these fingers, back when they could still hold the viscous marrow of dreams. Naivete only held so long; just long enough for beauty to take hold of the baton. And oh, how she took it.
Last night, I fell in love with a boy in a dream. A boy with clouded blue eyes and warm hands that wanted nothing more than to hold. We found ourselves together under rare city stars, quilted into sky-streets by the brick walls and black windows that led our bare feet toward each other. We saved souls and dandelions and dreams and whispers and wishes and maybe the world. We carried them to clouds for the sun to tak
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