The Secret Life of DaydreamsPen and paper are my closest companions.
Silence is my best friend,
loneliness is my lover,
and music is my soulmate.
I eat, sleep and breath words.
Why StayI want a man in him. Still. But that's nothing the heart can't take into it's gentle shaping hands of sandpaper. Rough, yet prepared to handle with care. Leaving minuscule scratches on the glass frame surrounding the orb of love, which has been freely given to him. Given to Stay. Once taken it can never be given back whole. From which the sell is derived. It desires to be accepted, not stolen. The short lived loves that exercise the hands give sell to one of the special designated.Why Stay
The joy that fills your spirit is with Stay. Until he gives back what he stole, or took he will keep that joy. If it's back and forward he may give it
The Folds of TimeWhen you sleep I dream of those days awake peering through the sleeping eyes I wish for a dream that dream that lastedThe Folds of Time
through the beginning of my life. It has wasted away into the folds of time. A crevice in the book of yesterday If only that book could be read twice and the second time it is read you are able to perfect it. Cross out those lines of time
you never want to revisit and add the things
you dreamed about the next day. After the moment had been pushed into the void of your mind.
The Secret Life of DaydreamsI live in a pirus world under an iron sea.The Secret Life of Daydreams
Pen and paper are my closest companions.
Silence is my best friend,
loneliness is my lover,
and music is my soulmate.
I eat, sleep and breath words.
Solace KnewSolace is knocking on my door. I don't want it. I won't let it in. I need to live this. I need to leave this. I need to make it through. Like the waves that roll to and from the shore, my pain comes and goes; with hatred and anger like the seafoam that manifests after the wave is gone. I have to make it through this trial with no cause. I have to make it through on my own. The beauty of your smile will not save my soul. It has to repair itself. Remember, you must love yourself before you can be loved. I will be more honest than I ever have: I can look inSolace Knew
one planet too many.i. the substance of dreams is hidden inside my cheek, involuted kisses hiding nightly where no sleight of eye will see the same shame that crawls under my blood like some flawless secret residing in the hollows of my heart.one planet too many.
ii. it is too early to see the stars. you are hiding behind cloudy dreams, waiting for them to find you, your frost-bitten heart and crashing hopes held in the folds of your hand.
the minutes are running away, and you wonder if maybe you're too far gone for them to ever find you.
iii. or maybe th
Yearning
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LeQueb
My page: ~LeQueb
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Ink runs in my veins.
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A name in your recollection.
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Be Your self
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Don't turn around. I might be there. Have you been nice lately? Apparently not. Otherwise I wouldn't be behind you. Thirsty. Thirsty. I think you'll do. Step into my world, let me cloud your mind. Don't worry, it doesn't hurt. Relax.
*bite*
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