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3:36Each breath so entirely filled with nostalgia,
each inhale filling my lungs with memories of summer months.
1:55Your lips used to meet my neck
and you would tell me stories of the sea
you told me of nights your friends broke bottles on the shore
and I counted the cigarettes you'd put out on the sand
for so long you had worn your heart as close to your sleeve as I
this habit for you was not one so easily escaped
you spoke your altered words and I think perhaps you even considered yourself honest
you lead me with your falsehood and I took faith in your half truths
I made promises to follow you into the dark, into the night
and there in that curtain of the night you told me your heart was no longer my home
We cannot escape the world that others createFor too long now we have been trapped by society. We feel the need to rebel against restrictions set in place. I lie in wait by the corner, sitting on the sidewalk with my legs spread out in front of me. Cigarette in hand, I wonder what my mother would think of me now. My phone violently buzzes through the material of my coat pocket against my bare torso. A blocked number again. Through my limbs I feel my veins pulsate as I recall how I had scaled the side fence earlier that night, how silently I had crept past my parents who kept to the living room. Soon enough I will be eighteen, although, to them this does not matter. To them I must remain to the confines of my room, dressing and acting ‘appropriately’.
By the corner of Gore and Johnston we are now, not too far from the brewery we would explore with such child-like curiosity. I guess there was a greater sense of fun in what we did then, climbing fences for the sake of it and spraying meaningless words on the facades of t
12:10I dream of you still,
of what you were,
of what we were
when we would take each other's picture.
I dream of you,
encapsulated in film grain,
the closest I can be to you now
those images of us climbing fences,
entering empty buildings.
Those bluestone walls,
once so prim, now covered by vines,
just as you crept over me,
marking my skin.
We used to sit up past your bed time,
sharing our first kisses,
my legs would dangle over the skatepark ramps,
and you would pull away, exclaiming 'I'm warm now'.
But never have I met a person so cold.
8:12An obsession of an alternate reality
caused by uncontrolled wanting
of boys who take too many drugs
and look through rose coloured glasses
at the realities of each girl they chose to inflict hurt
I suppose it wasn't too long ago now
that I found myself on the windowsill
hiding from the thickening rain
I cried to you, I hoped for you
but your words were cruel, and you, you were empty
I was sitting on a windowsill
wishing for those initial flirtatious words
wishing for days when we sat in the summer sun,
sharing cigarette kisses and meaningless compliments
I was sitting on a windowsill,
and you tore my heart in two
Now I share your rose glass gaze
hoping for your falsities, your falsehood,
I wish for the kisses and each tree we sat under
our arms wrapped so tight, fearing truths penetration.
7:03A soul sucker, true to form
the kind that hides in midnight shadows,
cigarette in hand
a coat falls from her shoulders
in a way which no arms could
and you are left to wonder,
was it her, over I?
and you are left to wonder,
what streets she'll be wandering tonight
you see, claws cut like daggers
in this dark utopian state of mind
A room filled with a hundred faces,
the ones which pout their lips
and tell you, 'you are gorgeous'
your twilight body vibrates
as strange hands are laid across it
you see, in your mind you know
that it was I, over her
but this is one piece of information
never to be made known
A barefooted girl who runs the streets,
her mind not quite aware of what is yet to come.
7:17such an incredulous manner
the way in which you allow
your body to move by mine
disregarding the credit owed
encased by heat, charged by chemicals
ridden with nostalgia of innocence, naivety
bluestone pathways lead my way
red lights flicker, cigarette packs occupied by drugs
and as once again i feel my skin
touched by the hands of unwanted men
i dream of others, those almost as detached as i
7:56There were times when I walked those streets with such dignity, such pride in who I was, such pride in whose eyes I fell. But the sun reveals itself less often these days, it no longer shows me those starry shadows. I find myself downing all the kinds of medication that get you drunk too fast. I find myself with my head in the toilet bowl, boys with tattoos and stretched ears offering me tea. But most often, I find myself beds. My own bed, beds of friends, beds of boys I once considered 'lovers', boys I could consider 'lovers' once more. I could wrap myself in all the blankets I could find, but still, I do not find the warmth I am searching for. For days at a time I stare at my phone, I wait by my computer screen. I wait for that false interest boys seem to find with me. And these boys watch me down my coffee, watch me inhale each cigarette until I reach my last, they watch the way I am always looking over their shoulder, wondering whats beyond.
And these boys pass me my pills, dropped
Ophelia unrelentingI keep all the
underneath my tongue :
they're the ones
that say you
love me -
- love me not
in this madness,
in this suspended
state of grace :
I will soldier on,
I will not allow
this willow branch
the pilot's daughterI would swallow
if poetry alone
could fly me to you.
flight risk or no,
I wish you
clear skies ahead ;
I will wait for you
Step Back Let's take a step back:
back to simpler times
where we had no cares
and just hoped it would last.
I love you more than anything
and I love you more
than anyone else
on this forsaken television screen
displaying the dream of life
could love anything.
has a greater love
than mine for you.
Forget all the philosophical quotes
I need to stop
and get back
to the point of this notebook:
throw poetic license out the window,
I fucking love you,
I have nothing
and with you
I have everything;
I could ever ask for,
Anticipated Disaster Waiting
for something all hidden.
If the secret get out,
it's over for us.
You want everything
and I think I have it all.
You think I'm perfect,
when I'm lacking
all that you seek.
are everything I need
just by being with me.
Asking and anticipating
all that leads to our demise
I feel bad,
for not giving the same way;
but right now
I feel dreadful,
Stomach Tied In Knots2:47 A.M.
Texting you late night
Listening to songs that make me think of you
Thinking of me pecking kisses on your pretty pink lips
It keeps my stomach tied in knots.
1:32-1:34 AMIts late
I know I should sleep
But all I want to do
Is stay and talk with you
Even as the stars twinkle and shine
And as the sun begins to rear it's ugly face
Even if I had work tomorrow
I'd stay up all night to speak to you
It'll bring me closer to you
Since you aren't here
With me, falling asleep
Catching yourself with little head jerks
Being here to hold close
It leaves a void
That can't wait to be fulfilled
By being with you again
Fireflies.Take my hand,
twirl me around,
can you glimpse the fireflies
as we dance?
A silent audience,
blinking and providing our light,
the warm air surrounding us
is filled with those lanterns.
Can you hear the music?
Can you feel the beat?
We're singing even if we can't speak,
laughing even if we can barely breathe.
Dancing, listening, singing, laughing
all across the grass as we glide
(in what hopefully passes as graceful),
yet paying no mind whoever may judge
for there's only us tonight.
Under the stars above,
through the yellow stars around,
I think dancing with you
would be more like having lightning bugs inside me,
replacing the butterflies for one evening.
Laugh into me,
for maybe it's not my veins filled with light
but your eyes.
Reflecting the stars that don't blink quite like
Not your HeartLying in my bed, in the silence of the night,
my head is overwhelmed with one, single, giant
thought right in this lone moment. You, my dear,
you are the thought that is swimming laps
through my head.
How do I even begin to wonder if you do love
me; it feels like your giving me so many mix
signals that I am beginning to question if my
eyes are playing little tricks on me. Or are
you just unsure if you should take the leap.
You don't want to feel the pain that could
over rule every emotion that you have no
desire to feel in the first place. If
that's so, then I could never want to break
a heart like yours, it has way to much
wonderment for me to want to break when
there is so much more for me to explore.
The uniqueness that your soul has makes it
so hard, for me to resist not wanting to go
look into your eyes to see your whole world
lit up in a matter of seconds; maybe it's
just the reflection of me every time that I
look at you, how you can make me smile
effortlessly because of
Epic Rap Battles of MMA- Simon VS NoahI dislike you blue haired man, painted blue hair and fake tan,
I'm a legend I am top notch, come 'ny closer, I'll kick you in the crotch!
Your face is so damn ugly, I cannot even cope,
I cannot understand how Daryl can see hope,
U just gonna stand there and fiddle with yo thing?
Think yo better rapper than me?! Well, I'm the BLACK king!
Oh shut up you little fuck!
You cannot even suck a decent cock!
Actually, that's the only thing you do,
You're a fairy. You're gay. U a fuckin homo!
That's why you hang with Emil,
None of you has any appeal.
I know a bitch who shags anyone to sleep,
That's right, Simon Lullaby indeed!
Get lost and suck my balls,
Think u can probe me when night falls?!
I don't think so you blue, pathetic shit,
I don't like your attitude, no, not one fuckin bit!
My magic is much better than yours,
At least I don't grow rainbow pubes,
You might be the black king but your brain is darker
Yo a Lil faggot, my penis has more power,
You suck dick, my rhymes are neat,
Go to hell
12:18And I think that 4am knows all my secrets,
I think it knows how you once held my waist as you told me secrets of your own,
I think that it knows that when I was lonely I would drink wine and dance under pine trees.
By Friday you smelt like Summer again,
you smelt of the salt kissed air on the nights our feet would trail along train tracks.
You kissed me again like that day in March,
you kissed me as you did when it was nothing but lust, nothing but star-like shadows.
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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