February 2011
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nothing special
she got anxious and angry and began to cry.
“i dunno, i thought you would stop loving me if i told you.”
“that’s never ever ever going to happen. you silly little girl.”
his arms outstretched and opened to her. she was a little uneasy and still so very inquisitive on the matter but her heart was an unstable little heap of veins and arteries and she needed to...
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wiildandfreee:
And then all of a sudden I’m alone again. Like those moments of playful banter didn’t happen. I saw your eyelashes. They moved in a way that could not spell anything but pure adoration. Sugar sweet with a tangy aftertaste. It’s like I don’t even exist in another world. Any world but yours. I see you and, no matter how many times I tell my heart not to, and no matter how many times...
keep those stars in your eyes, kid. →
wiildandfreee:
Hold them steadfast and tight. Or else the nighttime fishermen will release their lines and hook the tiny shiny beautiful sprinkles of light, the pinprick lanterns that reflect off of your swampy pearls set deep in your freckled face. Inject your veins with hope and dreams of men with beards and wine coloured lipsticks and lace brasiers. turn the flame on and dip your fingers into...
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wiildandfreee:
She went to the ocean because that was where she had always belonged. It had been a long year and she could feel the exhaustion sinking into her sinews and capillaries. The sea sirens wafted salty November air in her direction, wrapping her body in an intriguing chill. She perched on a rock and removed her boots. Dipping her toes into the frigid water, she shivered with the delight...
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wiildandfreee:
there are some memories that come in fleeting thoughts. they encircle you, leave feelings on your doorstep, and just like a view of the nocturnal sky, they dissapear; leaving you in a dream. you remember the reverence, the complete satisfactory feeling, the hope, the childlike comfort. you remember small little htings like the crab apple tree and jacqueline whose name you thought...
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wiildandfreee:
always in reverie, always surrounded by flowers and rays of sun. never waning. never without a smile. she was my one true love from the moment my eyes fell gently on her glowing face. her eyes, like emerald leaves reflected on shallow indigo ponds. it was never set in stone with her. everything was in a grainy, film-like haze. she had a way about her. she moved confidently as if...
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wiildandfreee:
i liked quiet places. i liked to sit amongst sand dunes, or deep in the forest. Far far away from the rest of the world. don’t get me wrong, I loved parties and i loved all the beautiful women and fanciful evenings that they entailed. i loved crowded squares and luxurious parks. but when i sat in that abandoned light house, way at the tippity top, it brought it all back. the good...
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Jemima
It started with the way she cupped my cheek in her hand and how she never adressed me with my real name. I would lie awake at night with thoughts of her laugh dancing through my head. When I would stroll alongside, my boyish heart would compose lengthy poems dedicated to the way her eyelashes stretched to the stars and beyond. Never-the-less, I did not fail to realize that she was only human and...
I am red hair, and I am everywhere.
I am flowers in the field.
Red poppies in rows.
I am sweet tea sliding down your throat.
I am down feathers in the white comforter.
I am here, and here, and here.
jalopia
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. fatigue with the laborious maintenance of having a body, a piñata of meat that’s incompatible with the Legoland rationality of the modern world, which was built for beings whose indestructible parts lock onto the Earth with a satisfying ‘click,’ whose emotions are standardized, whose mistakes are best measured in parts per million.
waldosia
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.
Liana: A Haiku
my smokey the bear bright red hair and oh so fair spilling the fishy
Kelci: A Haiku
long legs and cute hair comforting me when i cry i love you, uncle
Darcee: A Haiku
stunningly gorgeous my ethereal daddy don’t be so down
Izzy: A Haiku
ghetto ass negro you are fiending for the green let me in your tent
Flying: A Haiku
last call for boarding happy feeling in my gut please enjoy your flight
Travel: A Haiku
open road behind dreams stretch out before us roll the windows down
Red Hair: A Haiku
flowing in the wind unpinned and natural crimson and scarlet
Ireland: A Haiku
fields of emerald green step into my happy place my heritage sings
Anna: A Haiku
beautiful girly you put the stars in the sky tell me a story
Kami: A Haiku
country girl at heart you and me in the deep blue sea” pinheads forever
Boy: A Haiku
beardy and handsome you intelligent bastard i want you so bad
Snow: A Haiku
little falling stars piling up silently turning into snow
Annie: A Haiku
blonde hair ambition drew barrymore look-a-like very well dressed
I want to write an original, fresh story about a man named jasper and a woman named jemima and i want to write about their strange, simple, entanglement of love and i want to write of the feelings i have late at night or in the middle of school like how i want to run until it’s green and how i want to rip off my skin and how i want to fly through the stars and clouds and how i want to kiss until...
just a start. another, raw, jasper hill start.
It is said that you may only dream of faces that you have seen before. Each time you see a face, you must store it away in your unconscious repertoire. Lingering silently until your brain decides to slip someone into the middle of your peaceful dream. Sometimes they’re indifferent. Other times they are magnificent. Occasionally they are bad. Last night I dreamt of a man, the perfect man, and he...
it all starts backwards
opening eachother up, claws into flesh into membrane
i’m confused and unstable
and i want you
i want you to lie down next to me
i want you to touch my hair and to tell me nice things
i want you to smile and smirk at me
i want to be with you
i want to take walks in the woods with you
to be embraced by you and take in your scent
to bury my face in your chest and...
Pure Gold
Her naked flesh, feverish with the joy of that spring evening. He leaned in and, with two lips melting like ice cubes in an oven, placed a hopeful kiss on her bare shoulder. He sat behind her, his back facing the open window. A breeze swept through and the moment intensified. Everything was that purple kind of darkness where you feel like your sight is normal and perfect. A kiss on her neck, hair...
the more and more i look around and have conversations with adults and people my age, the more and more i am realizing that i am really intelligent. i knew this in my younger youth years, but than my belief in myself dissipated and i began to sink into the thought group that, yes, i was clever, but i was not nearly as intelligent as those hard-working studiers. but now i am re-realizing that...