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some steel may blush or bleed and never know fire.

we wake up as wild and young as a blind baby universe

cloudy cake and warm coffee sex
she is my ferocious caramel girl: an eternity of dance

you worry life's not yet giving you joy
but desire to live haunts your fever breath-
we will die like brilliant pierced glass windows

she is born with two dazzlingly translucent hearts
but those softly blazing liquid secrets stream over broken bone

the man said he fooled angels
he must smoke a magic grass
make one more sacred circle linger

I like to think that time heals
the velvet rhythm could decay for once, like our dark poison candy perfume

it'd kill him to drink in the melting blueness of long naked pools
a champagne ghost embrace from yesterday

they question an eyeless ocean the color of every change

poetry always seeps away from a cut in peace, I would go too but why miss this delicious smile?

his porcelain flower was almost fresh, free and clean as if trusting a morning star

I never look down, only perhaps I am surrounded in wet marble sky.
:iconsummernightangel:

Author's Comments

Fall into pairs like two ugly fish too rare for extinction, i know, the veins in your hand felt sort of like summer, calm to the touch, oh, and my god, how did we survive the paper scars?

these really weren't a coherent poem, just me putting together individual lines i liked as prompts for later things, maybe.

i added ?-:, later, obviously, because the magnetic poetry site i used didn't have punctuationage.

in other news. i am completely unsure who i am and even where i want to go in life anymore. there is a part of me that just wants to go back a few years and start from the happy places again. i think our adopted dog is both anxious and bored with life here, which describes me as well. the two of us are going to get along fantastically :heart: if i can get her to pose for a picture i'll put one up here, because she's soo pretty :]

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:iconkoroon:
Go be a writer, because you could be great.

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I love prostitutes because Jesus said to.
:iconmilleniumchicken:
i love those word magnets. and i agree, you would be an amazing writer. :heart:

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we are the kids who feel like dead ends...


~ProjectImprove
:iconxxlonesomedovexx:
Those are great lines :D

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it was a bad day. the sun exploded;
the earth roiled and tore entire cities asunder;
the bus in front of my car crashed violently and everyone died;
i ran out of green tea.


~ ohsostarryeyed :sun:
:iconsummernightangel:
:heart:

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~summernightangel doesn't need a compass to know which way the wind is shining.
:iconsummernightangel:
:blush: Aww, thank you. I always considered writing a hobby, but recently I'm thinking maybe i should look for a more artistic career path. I appreciate that :heart:

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~summernightangel doesn't need a compass to know which way the wind is shining.
:iconsummernightangel:
they are ridiculous amounts of fun. thank you so much :hug:

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~summernightangel doesn't need a compass to know which way the wind is shining.
:iconkoroon:
Whichever feels write to you. I plan on majoring in art and minoring in some literature myself.

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I love prostitutes because Jesus said to.
:iconsweetblackrose13:
All of these are so beautiful. And I think it could actually work very well as a poem XD Completely, utterly random. It seems like fragments, a little.

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~Member of the 3eyes club! Inanely Inspired Insanity [link]~ =)

We picked strawberry peaches
where fields smelled like lemon.
:iconsummernightangel:
Thanks. I lurves random :P

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~summernightangel doesn't need a compass to know which way the wind is shining.

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