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I'd like to tear apart
Every inch of your
Foolish security
I'd like to bring you
With me
Into the obscurity
I'd like to fuck
Your insane innocence
And watch it sink
In its own world
I'd like to burn
Your sacred soul
So that you could fall
Into the unknown
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snowglobe
we hoped it would get bad enough to break glass
that one of our voices
would find the note
to split the window
make a neighbour call the cops
that the dishes would shatter
into too many pieces
to be picked off the floor
we wanted glass in our heels
a trickle of heat
a flicker of colour
in the sun-blank snow
the pines leaned on our doorframe
we waited for them
to pressure in and unfurl
shower our stunned faces
in a rain of needles
knock the teapot off the table
in a blossom of shards
but the trees stood by
evergreen and identical
the same dream of pine repeating
behind yellowing plastic
we painted shut the door
with smi
Literature
It wasnt rape
His touch felt exelerating on my skin
going under my skirt
i smiled through the kisses
he picked me up and i wrapped my legs around his torso
i don't ever remember feeling this good
his hair was so soft on my skin
i could smell his cologne
i felt him inside me floweing togther like water
belonging wanting needing
passion overwhelmed me and i screamed in pleasure
the intensity and vividness seemed like a dream
but i wasnt a dream
i had to much effect for anything that wasnt real
even though the smallest trace of it feeling hole still is remembered in my mind
i feel like that time was so distant from now
before all this h
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Emotions
Anger is the burnt orange embers of a burning paper, crinkling into crumbling ashes.
Sadness is the soft paleness of a grey dove feather floating upon a puddle of water, smooth but alone
Despair is the too inky midnight, vivid violets subjugated by light devouring swirls of ink, bleeding every which way they drip.
Happiness is clear blue of a sunny day, with wispy clouds and teasing breezes, sprinkled with light laughter
Calm is the foamy teal of the sea beside the shore, rippling back and forth, drawn by the inconsistent moon and its pull
Elation is a spunky yellow, a miniture sun bouncing off the walls Love is a sea of red, cool red and
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This oddly reminds me of rape..
You did an excellent job at making a disturbing impression!
You did an excellent job at making a disturbing impression!
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