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Love at 3:06Constellations' patterns fall on gentle eyes, Tiny white sequins navagating the terrain on a peaceful, stretching map of velvetine navy.Love at 3:06
(flecked with gold, you remind me) Sirius proclaims marriage to Andromeda. I, in turn, anounce our own convention. Your goddess laugh, kind enough, lingers. Flesh upon flesh makes the rejection burn - deeply. "It takes more then words to seduce a murderer." Murder me - worship you. Isn't it the same? I'd rather be corupt then a liar. Again, that laugh - the stars shudder in the presence of un-felt guilt. But something falters, the glimm
by ~Blk-Whte
Glass and ConcreteTrace a love barcode across your window, Steaming the glass with your breath. - Make it last. Finger prints trail and smudge, Rain drops cheat, gliding in shaky outbursts. They leave no markings, no scars. Race the rain with your fingertips. The good guys always win.Glass and Concrete
Draw up a new floor plan, Chalking asphalt hearts and concrete love. Blueprints covering miles of glazed highway. Run barefoot, let the colored powder rise. Mushroom clouds explode and settle. But rain, rain - won’t go away, to lover’s horror, Their hearts seep and scar.
by ~Blk-Whte
Sun GirlPink frills, clicking shoes, a gossamer ribbon, Circling curls and twisting through silken threads. Sun-dance her way through slick morning dew, Waving and twirling and drifting along a sunbeam. Pacing through the castles of a dream, Roaming the backyards like royalty. “Sun girl!”, they called to her, Ducking heads in unison - Such a sweetheart. Show some teeth, and everything sings. Keeping little secrets of fairies and princes, Riding the pale back of a dusty centaur. Cartwheel down a skittle rainbow, Catch the glitter-bugs in lazy flight. Draw herself carriage ofSun Girl
by ~Blk-Whte
Bison and Bear - IHello.Bison and Bear - I
I actually haven’t been this scared in so long. I feel like just as we were getting so close, you had to leave me for better things. I’m so afraid to watch you board that rocket to be launched into “who-knows-where”. Once I see you fly away (Oh, how you love to fly.) I know that it will be for forever. The ship looks too unstable, too insecure, too worthless. I hate it. I hate the fact that you will be happy someplace else – someplace where I can not be to hold your hand through pain and broken hearts. I hate how you rave and rant. I hate it when you speak of this. I know that two fates will be sealed the night that you ma
by ~Blk-Whte
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Man_On_The_MoonThey call Carlos God. Now this isn’t for religious or political reasons, or really any reason at all. It is definitely not to piss him off. They just call Carlos God. Some say his parents were Asian, or Middle Eastern. Others say they were South African, or Oriental, or just White. But everyone knows they weren’t Hispanic. Carlos just smiles and says they liked the name. He doesn’t talk about his parents. He works outside, everyday, doing whatever odd-jobs need done. He’s a deeply tan man year-round. Carlos never says heMan_On_The_Moon
by ~sketch0r
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