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you are my sun, i am your staryou are my sun, i am your star by ~lovelyskin
She was the life of the party.
She really was, she was the life of everything, she made the atmosphere tingle and come alive. When I was next to her I felt so meager, like I didn't exist -- I was only here to add to her world, because she was a scintillating sun, bringing warmth and laughter and life, and what was I but a dim star on the verge of fading into the night?
Somehow she found some kind of solace in me, companionship, and we came together as if pulled by an invisible string, magnets connecting. It was odd because we were so different, we were just so different but we didn't question anything because we made each ot
PeachjuicePeachjuice by ~lovelyskin
liquid bubbles erupt ; they float and splatter, staining with streaks of
red is the trail that peaches leave when they splice, dribbling down my wall
the green leaf divides, it floats to the ground
hiding limbs
that once drew breath
and smelled of
downtowndowntown by ~lovelyskin
downtown downtown
i stare at you from my window with eyes accustomed to corruption
and a heart laden with poison
that came from overexposure of overflowing sin reaping mortal frames
downtown downtown
i see you lure people in with your wiles and charms
promises of rapture, transports of delight
unholy vices wrapped in pretty packages
downtown downtown
you came to me today
in the form of a pretty boy on the street
he sits on the curb and inhales smoke like air
downtown downtown
you see me sheltered in propriety
you lure me in with pretty boy
and wish to entangle me in your concrete web
Rainy Days We do this sometimes, when it is pouring and the electricity cuts out, as it does a lot in this town. When droplets start pounding against the concrete, slow at first but then faster and faster, and the sky flickers as electric waves shoot across its charcoal surface, we step out while everybody shuts themselves in. We enjoy the rain slithering down our skin and the wind as it wraps us in turmoil. We enjoy the silence that it makes because there is only us. We enjoy the world when it is blurred by wetness and grey. And today, when I was curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and watching movies with my butter popcorn, when I heard theRainy Days by ~lovelyskin
a radiant light over mexico. a radiant light over mexico.a radiant light over mexico. by ~livexforxliars
dear maria, i am writing to you from a city of stars.
i stood at the bridge, watched the cars shine in and out of black and
i remembered the snowflakes in your eyelashes and strands of your
hair. we stepped in from the cold and brushed all the tiny little stars
from eachother's clothes, and we sank into the plush couch in your
front room with the heating up full and buried beneath the blankets.
there are stars in the high-rises, tiny squares of life in
space and valerie is sat in her desk chair, she's keeping
herself awake all night to finish that big project for the
board tomorrow. she rubs her fing
travels in the lower case full, with a tank of philosophytravels in the lower case by *brassteeth
and black coffee.
we took back roads,
like cheap poets, to places
time breaks chains to flee.
tuning radio frequencies. staring straight.
avoiding discussions, intimate conversations.
hearts beating around brown axle orbits,
across the flaking continent.
tire drones and hums. rotations of rubber.
the sun rises,
with mad sightings and camera diaries.
coloured buses, country kids kiting,
they offer sky-on-red distractions.
crossroads with old droughts.
isolated islands
of please slow-down
concrete. bullet holed signs.
porch-sitters knitting,
and rocking
and in town halls the
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