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Fat and fuzzy stars tonight, baby blue comfort
Singing lullabies, soothing through the cold clear night
Promises of spring;
Windowpane lookers, abandon your sorrow
Wide-eyed children, believe that tomorrow
Unseen, the stars
The stars still sing
Singing lullabies, soothing through the cold clear night
Promises of spring;
Windowpane lookers, abandon your sorrow
Wide-eyed children, believe that tomorrow
Unseen, the stars
The stars still sing
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Nebula.
my partner in crime draws lines on her forearms with her billboard eyes
and we stick golden in your head like fireflies and unripe bananas and we're lovely when we're not
pining for those days when we can be stunning
alone.
this stain lasts on the fabric like you were last night
white like never and nothing and
not innocence because that's dark like the backs of my eyelids when I'm trying not to box up your
simple silence and play it like a fuzzy radio signal to put me to sleep.
if I stare at lunar valleys and remember that wishes only occur in silver and moonrays
I learn anew that if we could just lose gravity like astronauts
th
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comatose.
i never told you:
i hated the way you smelled
like winter, like
fog or listerine or
something long forgotten.
i guess i miss you the way
i miss brooklyn,
all thirsty for a song
i've never heard, pining for
a place i've never been.
homesick.
--
i never told you:
i keep your old promises all tucked up inside,
like bruises sleeping fallow
along my hipbones.
i promise i'll love you always, i promise
i'll fix the coffee machine tomorrow,
and if you let me,
i'll fix you –
well, you never were a fixer.
what you are is tired, and you never understood
why this fucked-up little town
unmade its bed, swallowed an
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Damaging Tides
She'll tell you Karma
is not her friend.
With fists clenched tight
she screams, "God is dead!"
Because she knows true heartbreak,
she bleeds for one man.
Her insecurity spells loss
when damaging tides roll in,
but he doesn't play executioner.
He didn't set forth
those damaging tides.
Tattooing a Buddha across his chest
he braces for the ride.
A heart thats raging like a hurricane,
he spirals against outstretched hands.
No interest in truth. No time for lies.
Catch him if you can.
Because you should never crack
your own foundation,
especially
if you intend to stand.
Sometimes we become lost,
and lose everything
before we find o
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I'm way out of my comfort zone here. I wanted to write something hopeful... I've re-written it twenty times over the last few days. Help! Is it worth it, or just tired old cliches?
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Wow. I liked it but I expected a lot of hate, idk people usually like depressing or confusing stuff. People on deviantart are a lot nicer than people on YouTube and tumblr and stuff.