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sometimes i thinki was that first stirring you felt.sometimes i think
i was that jealous anger that was waiting in your stomach.
i was feeling this too.
i was a set of eyelashes upon a set of yours.
i was at the sideline in the horizontal rain.
i was two feet hanging out the car door.
i was the hand on your back as you heaved out of my window.
i was the never ending apology.
i was the body beneath the blanket, the eyes full of watery anxiety, the fist clinging to your red t shirt.
i was the girl in your room, stroking the cat with clammy palms as i waited.
i was the lack of skill and you were the teacher. &
by ~herckle
exhaling in rivers.soft balls of hips, soft shoulders, soft cheeks and eyes. soft area of temples, smooth and flat and pulling you in.exhaling in rivers.
this area is the same on you. identical. it has the same magnetic pull of attraction. magnetic. magnetism. pulling. hovering here.. a layer of hardness that could only be pure holding - only a thick layer, the small square of blanket between you and i, electric in it's stillness.
they are touching. there are sparks. and there are hands all over my face. smell of hands, feel of hands, ruffle of hands flying through hair past ears.
you will always be too far away. this is why i love you
by ~herckle
story 2.monday i found you; lying in the grass, flipping through the water, lying in the sunlight.story 2.
tuesday you took me down to your rivers, across your fruit ladden lawn; you showed me the rope swing, you showed me tree ladders and remnants of you.
wednesday i played with your cat, i played games with your sister, i chose a book for your mother, i sat with your father. i ran beside you, around and around, your hands were hot and melting in to mine.
thursday you let me in to every room, let me take in the stale carpet scent, the cold wooden floor boards, the tile scratch and heel tap that filled the hallway. you
by ~herckle
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I read, much of the nightYou sobbed like there was nothing left for you, I heard it through my bedroom wall, and couldn'tI read, much of the night
drown it out, staring at the door,
maman, tu m'effrayes – maman, arrêtes!
I smooth the water over, shampoo in your eyes, watching you and I'm crying the quietest
I have ever, why can't you,
your body that held me, I dread it and I hate your frailty.
The world has slid into the gutter with a streak of red
on the roadside,
we lie down with the dead things they are just blood and fur,
by ~ottersandsky
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Under a Funeral Moon
The Hordes Of Nebulah
A Blaze In The Northern Sky
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Oh admiration, in falling asleep..
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Under a Funeral Moon
The Hordes Of Nebulah
A Blaze In The Northern Sky
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Oh admiration, in falling asleep..
you have many good poetry, some of them has a deep meaning
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If being a jerk is a crime i would have been sentenced to life
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Oh admiration, in falling asleep..
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If being a jerk is a crime i would have been sentenced to life
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