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3, 3, 3.a.) shoot. i touched the door-post in the wrong way as i walked pass it. (tap, tap, tap.)3, 3, 3.
i've got to go back and undo it. wrong again. no biggie, i'll just do it 'once more'.
sliding back and forth until my head lets me go.
b.) i only threw two pieces of clothing in the laundry basket tonight. i'm in trouble now.
(tap, tap, tap. knocking on wood is good for the soul.)
three is good, nothing wrong with three. three, three, three. it's all going to be okay now.
c.) place my finger upon the table, no that didn't feel too good, do it again, again, ag
by ~Poisonedkitty
Senses. i can remember movie nights at Smittees' and the way we wereSenses.
and how i would always try to place your hand in mine
[and i still wonder if it fits, if it's supposed to fit; because i like my hand around your pinky, your tiny finger belongs to me]
i can hear voices and music and fun everywhere but i'm just aching to hear you in the background ['cause you're the life of the party even if the party's not in your life]
i can taste the bittersweet memories right on my tongue they sting and pric
by ~Poisonedkitty
Konfusion with a 'K'.a. you're the cure for my overdose.Konfusion with a 'K'.
you're the kind of person i want to be when i ever grow up.
b. i catch the clock at our time again and you have no idea how it kills me, it kills me to know we still exist.
c. she screams in silence. she's scared of her fears and baby, she's just waiting to stop waiting.
d. i think you somehow know that memories are temporary,
by ~Poisonedkitty
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VagrantsYour words are vagrants, bent black and blue by the wind - soiled and lonely, waiting for a beautiful man to brush them from your face and make them clean.Vagrants
They long to find a hallway and to intoxicate someone's lover and play Jezebel in his arms without understanding what his name really means and why his wife is dying.
They want to call him on the telephone and ask if these scars are real or if all sin is original, immaculate and lacking, like something left out overnight that cannot find its home.
They want
by =Scarlettletters
Another Golden Gate SuicideCara is sleeping. I gently coo her awake.Another Golden Gate Suicide
“Baby, can I show you something?”
“Daddy?” She rubs her eyes.
“Comon baby,” I hand her a favorite pacifier, even though I've been weaning her off it for the past year. My mom is better at disciplining kids than I ever was.
“Is grandma here?” Cara looks around, as if it's forbidden to be awake without my mom. I'm always at work, so Cara never sees me in the morning- if you count three A.M. as morning.
“Shh, it's a secret. Grandma doesn't know we're awake.” I put my finger to my lips, and s
by ~ElegantFaith
mornings on suburban trainsdearest, you have thunder in your eyes and lacing your fingertips - the mornings that you sit across from me on suburban trains; they are the brightest mornings of all. i could spend the whole trip admiring each curl in your hair and the shape of each fingernail if only i had the time. sometimes our legs brush when we sit across from each other, and my heart skips, but i don't think you even notice. your gaze lingers on the scenery outside the window; as if you wished you were outside too. as if the train was a cage. if only you would let me, i could brighten your mornings too. - the afternoons that we exitmornings on suburban trains
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