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Prisoners Of War
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I Believe In LifeSometimes when people ask me what I believe, I find it hard to answer.I Believe In Life
My religion isn't written down, it cannot be taught, only felt. I believe in the stars, burning brightly light-years away. I believe in the man on the moon, hanging from its crescent as he watches over the Earth, waiting to see what other mistakes the human kind can make, silently hoping we'll get something right.
I believe in stormy gray clouds and ice cold rain. I believe in the laughter of children and the tears of their mother as they grow. I believe in evolution
an
by *losingmyfaith
Around YouAround You
I don't know how to react around you. Trembling limbs and stuttered words are all I seem to do when around you. My gaze on the floor, blushes on my cheek, shifting my weight back and forth in the chair because I can't seem to sit still around you. Daydreams and nightmares plague my every thought [because all I want to think of is you]. Secret love affairs, kisses on a snowy winter's eve, wrapped in your coat and arms, the scent of snowflakes and peppermint in the air--my imagination is so beautiful compared to my reality. My reality is broken hopes and her head on your shoulders [but I can still think we'd be amazing toget
by *losingmyfaith
Hope For The HopelessHope For The Hopeless
This poem is for the people who get up every morning
and wish they could roll over and go back to sleep because their dreams are so much sweeter than their reality.
This poem is for the people who silently scream for help because they think they don't deserve it, those who wish each moment would be their last, those who are trapped in their past lies, mistakes, regrets, and dead-ends, those who think there's no hope for them.
This poem is for the broken-hearted and beaten down, those who walk the boulevard of broken dreams and hope for a brighter day
by *losingmyfaith
Everything We Could Never Be soft kisses and timid eyes you set my heart on fireEverything We Could Never Be
with your selflessness and admiration. I long to kiss your lips evertime you're away and pull you close each time you're near.
you're everything I could want and more.
but you exist only in my dreams.
by *losingmyfaith
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humanitylips grasp desperately at wrists to find your blood-beat. stars in your eyes are like fireflies in our dreams, we are everything that we never found words for.humanity
the silences when you speak are beautiful.
the gasps and the screams and the hollow wordless murmur when you speak are the only honesty we recognise, it's what you hide that shows who you are.
we have theories to set your world on fire.
you tell me how children are never innocent, how innocence is just a lie we tell ourselves to erase the guilt we feel for letting them die [alone]
somet
by ~indie-isnt-indie
untitled decibelslisten.untitled decibels
closer. closer.
clos er.
can you hear the cicadas rotting? sheaths of skin peeling backward and in on itself, sheer and dying. it's like a rainfall with the rejected dermis of one million snakes forming puddles instead of water, it's like drowning in reptilian scales and fugue repetitions.
crawl in on me.
are you listening to the knocks beneath the floorboards? the scratching nails are folding and water-tongued, bending wood beams with cancellous thoughts. it's death in the flesh, deat
by *ohsostarryeyed
LostYour slouch says it all and the way you wear your hat in your hands like something condemned or a color you cannot remember. Words cannot chase you here or follow in the footsteps of people whose faces vanish like sad lies and pictures torn from wallets; and sounds will not echo or move through your sleep of tears in blind comfort, or a song that bleeds your name across the pillows and leaves you falling like dreams that slipped through winter...Lost
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Mediocre Senseby =KageII
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I really liked this piece. It has a very relaxing sort of feel to it, with a deeper meaning. To me, it flowed kind of like an ocean wa...
by *ohsostarryeyed
To start off, I really liked this piece. It was descriptive, emotional in the right places, and well written. I loved the part with the...
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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
and thank you so much for fav'ing my "Firebrands" haibun - I'm pleased you like it that much!
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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
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come join *project-improve !
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