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You realized your dreams were just dreams
because they made you happy.
But you woke up and now you're stuck
with that sinking feeling of a dream never realized.
You're stuck with a sinking ship
and a wide ocean filled with regrets.
You're stuck on a raft with me.
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So either stay on the raft or take your chances in the icy water.
I swear, I'm more stable than melting icebergs and sinking ships;
I'm afraid of water, so I'll always try stay afloat.
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Look, I'm sorry but there are some things I cannot give you
And good dreams are one of them.
because they made you happy.
But you woke up and now you're stuck
with that sinking feeling of a dream never realized.
You're stuck with a sinking ship
and a wide ocean filled with regrets.
You're stuck on a raft with me.
-
So either stay on the raft or take your chances in the icy water.
I swear, I'm more stable than melting icebergs and sinking ships;
I'm afraid of water, so I'll always try stay afloat.
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Look, I'm sorry but there are some things I cannot give you
And good dreams are one of them.
Literature
Snare
& she prefered her hind leg caught in those
greedy teeth
her trapp-ed-ness : her happiness
his puncture marks & their bittersweet ooze
to hold her; to let her
in her last moments
belong to him
Literature
symptoms of red
a materialist
inside of you
unknitting your sweater
& in your dream
you are a wolf eating
a flower in an orange field. the world
is ending. an unnamed girl stains you
as if she were tea
giving up to a
foaming ocean.
she writes a story: the unrequited
blurry visions of two visionaries
separated by antibiotic resistance.
I'm sorry we have nothing left
to say to one another tonight
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but the stars are too loud to hear them
it's a summer night again. i think
it has been a million years since i lived
through a summer night.
everything is so much louder in summer,
the windows thrown wide and the whole world
shouting, echoing up from the street,
and that screaming aching space between the window pane
and my heart, where
the late scent of lilacs
burrowed, where your hands clawed at the glass
and i let you in
with the breeze and the laughing
cinquefoil faces.
where is the dull neglectable roar,
washed away in the sweet tides of everything blooming,
new colors crying out for the stars
to fall on their petals,
and lift them up,
and let them in
to the bleak brightness
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Get out of my head.
Old words and old thoughts I am frankly glad to be rid of.
Cleaning out my harddrive; my head. One last purge of old work.
Old words and old thoughts I am frankly glad to be rid of.
Cleaning out my harddrive; my head. One last purge of old work.
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This is lovely, full of meanings that I can really relate to
I will save this so I can read it often, I thought I'd find a lot of comments here, disappointed that there isn't,
I'll always come back to your writings after a month of business and a pleasant surprise would always be waiting for me.
I will save this so I can read it often, I thought I'd find a lot of comments here, disappointed that there isn't,
I'll always come back to your writings after a month of business and a pleasant surprise would always be waiting for me.