| "For attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day. For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone." -Audrey Hepburn. |
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warning: do not mixif only these walls could speak, they'd tell of every cut hidden beneath her sleeve, of every time she raised her arm with razor blade between fingers, every slash so deepwarning: do not mix
spliced veins, the miasma of defeat ain't bitter but it ain't so sweet, the way she dress ain't cheap insecure about what society might shriek, cause momma always preached modesty's the best policy
she doesn't do it to be prude, but that's her attitude toward the ugly tattoos that are thought-deep bruises, but ain't beauty anything but
by ~sayDahlia
resuscitated statuesi remember how i used to blush behind a stone face facade,resuscitated statues
mimicking the gargoyles of Notre Dame
and i fell in love with the aesthetics and architecture in the same manner
that i adore your handsome bone structure
by ~sayDahlia
routineI'm fascinated by the ease with which your boyish Adam's apple seems to bob up and down the tunnel of your trachea.routine
A train of thought releasing pollutants in the air as it chugga-chugga-choo-choos like nobody's business, and I hem-hem to clear my throat of your toxins.
You're trapped in tunnel vision.
And I am the light that you're after.
I'm assigning your changing tone with colors; your ranging volume with decibels; your pitch with melodies; and the rate of how fast you're spewing out bullshit
by ~sayDahlia
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you.You are the salt on my lips, The water in my lungs, The numbing pain injected into my gums. You are the cool breeze on a hot summer afternoon, The reminiscent smile playing across my face, The sound of slight static over the phone. You are the regret lodged deep in my throat, And you are the chains binding me to the past. You are the Dephadryll's I overdose to get me to sleep, The guitar strings that lure me to comfort, The 12 am ring on my house phone. You are my 4 am insomnia, My liquid-blurred vision, My trembling jaw, My heart in overdrive. You are myou.
by ~caslenejoyy
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- Interests: Coffee, postcards and texting.
- Favourite band or musician: I don't have one.
- Favourite poet or writer: C. Bukowski.
- Favourite style of art: Spoken word.
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