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stories are painted over by Where-Stories-Die, literature

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stories are painted over

i can never get my whites white enough, when painting, and it always leaves a dark glow, dark, darker, and covering up secrets, i end up showing them off. i can never cover up my memories, i can never close him off. i can never forget. but here you are changing the pace and the rhythm and the lines. making happy, happier and my white is whiter, whiter than the blank spaces in your all consuming eyes. and yes, yes, you aren't perfect. i can never get perfect. you're slowing me down to a sleep, you're forgetting yourself in your words to me, but that allows me room for anger, for color, for paint, paint and the marks are

here's my heart by Where-Stories-Die, literature

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here's my heart

and all i can think about is him. him. he. you. you make my heart burn and kick and love. you make me sit in my room at night listening to songs and thinking of you, lights out, our lights are out, we don't need to look at each other to know to know the love is there. careful strokes are gone and i'm painting, a mad woman. woman. you make me think, mature. you make me breathe, alive. love.

to my past-to you. by Where-Stories-Die, literature

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to my past-to you.

in case you're reading... i want you to know i'm happy. this guy is amazing. his hello makes me smile and my heart beat and... everything you once were and more. i'm not saying that to be competitive, i'm saying that so you know i'm okay. i did get over you. and that everything is good, again. and that i'm sorry if i ever worried, or hurt you, or didn't try enough. but i'm glad i did what i did... because it led me to him. i want you to know i'm happy. and i know you stopped following, and i know that i shouldn't even think of you, at all. but i'm not thinking the way i used to. and i want you to know that. i hope you're happy

free. by Where-Stories-Die, literature

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free.

drink me, drink me. your hand is clutching my shoulder , my fingers , my and we're watching this play and giggling to our heart (heart)'s content and i'm just on the beach and laying on your lap and we're watching the liquid happiness drip down into the lake, spreading and submerging and love love love, i just want to kiss you, i just kiss you. and as the night takes us hostage, my arms wriggle underneath your back, and your jacket around mine and we hold clandestine beauty, we love. and nothing more than sitting there, and becoming cold, but yet, but yet, we're perfect. it's perfect. and it's strength and rope, intertwined. perfect. and w

listening-emotion speaks out by Where-Stories-Die, literature

lips, lips. by Where-Stories-Die, literature

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relax me by Where-Stories-Die, literature

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relax me

layers and layers of skin have been stripped away, but touch is soft and wanted and it doesn't hurt, but i'm not numb, either. i'm just happy. if you keep pulling the facade away, you'll find muscle and bone. and you'll find my heart, and please, please, keep my heart. if you place your hand right here, you'll feel it's beating, but you'll feel it too. and you have the option, i'll keep breathing, if you want to hold it.

ticking. by Where-Stories-Die, literature

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ticking.

and i'm scared that this isn't a clock, easily rewound and working. working. you and i work. or more correctly, we fit. gears and notches that make up our hands and bodies and arms and we fit. and i rely on you, don't let me rely on you, i'm scared. what if, if, you fall out, what if you see the rust and the scratches on my surface, what if you notice that i can be hollow on the inside? what if you no longer care. and i'm scared, scared that you won't stay, please stay, oh god stay. i love you. and i'm pathetic, sitting, i've known you a week and a half, you're just another face, had you been anyone else. but no. i love yo

dancer. singular. by Where-Stories-Die, literature

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dancer. singular.

and you're the only one, the only one on my mind. that night, i forgot him, and him, and her, and all i saw was you. i saw you as i looked up from your lap, i saw you turning to watch the window, and i saw you staring a smile down my throat. it was something calm playing, and my heart was beating faster than a hummingbird's wings, but my body was more soothed than ever. your touch, your pull, your strength...i felt safe, comfortable. like in the winter in front of a fire. a blanket around your shoulders. you're my blanket. i don't know you, and yet i care about you more than anyone else. you're the only one, the only one on my mind.

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stories are painted over by Where-Stories-Die, literature

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here's my heart by Where-Stories-Die, literature

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here's my heart

to my past-to you. by Where-Stories-Die, literature

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to my past-to you.

free. by Where-Stories-Die, literature

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free.

listening-emotion speaks out by Where-Stories-Die, literature

lips, lips. by Where-Stories-Die, literature

all the time by Where-Stories-Die, literature

relax me by Where-Stories-Die, literature

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relax me

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ticking.

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dancer. singular.

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Bodies Tumble Like the Sea by jessicococat, literature

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Bodies Tumble Like the Sea

as I sit soft upon my bed how eloquently you foresee how thoughtless I can sometimes be as bodies tumble like the sea and you caress my glowing skin your eyelashes are growing thin there is no way that we could win your bones stretch long beside my bed the sinews of your body curl as everything that has been said and all the insults that you hurl go tumbling like the bodies we pretend to want but need to be perhaps your voice could be the key if I could hear above this din. there is no way that we could win.

It's by Seven-Ebony-Roses, literature

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It's

This is for when I had to tell you what to ask me, because you didn't get the hint. It's for when you asked, the few seconds later. It's for when we walked out of the room together, though you almost didn't. It's for when I had to teach you how to hold hands. It's for when we laughed about it. It's for when we really looked at each other for the first time. It's for when I realized how much I loved the color of your eyes. It's for when I have to look away, afraid I'll explode from happiness. It's for when you said you liked my smile, and the hatred I had for it vanished. It's for when we talked on the phone, and I got nothing else do

Eleven by Seven-Ebony-Roses, literature

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Eleven

To someone: There are a few things I have to say: One, I used to admire you, Greatly. Two, I realized I was wrong about you last year. Three, Favorites aren't nice. And you have them. Four, It's impossible to like everyone equally. But at least don't make it so obvious. Five, No one has much respect for you, Because you let them walk all over you. Six, Sometimes, you make me want to give up What I love the most. Seven, There's a reason that I sacrifice So much of my time for some things. It's not to press play on a stereo. Eight, You always condescend. You thought I wasn't capable of something I'd done Several time

Could and Couldn't by Seven-Ebony-Roses, literature

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Could and Couldn't

She said she had A tight grip on reality, But I think maybe, It was reality that was gripping her. And all she did stumble around on stage Because they said she was good at it, And she enjoyed it, But secretly wished there was something else. Her hair swept to the side, So casual, Like it had just gotten in the way, Which it had. It was her dream to write Nine minutes of music and words, To stop hurting people, To live without that fear. To smell like campfire smoke, Possibly forever. Because wouldn't life be so much simpler, If it was like that? An eternity of a weekend Full of that queasy happiness, That's so unsure.

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Willpower by Seven-Ebony-Roses, literature

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Willpower

She was a normal girl with a normal life. She had a nice boyfriend, got decent grades and was in love with water. She swam for her school team, for fun, in the pool or at the beach an hour away from her house. As long as it was water, she didn't care. She liked reading, too, and read classics such as "Crime and Punishment," or "The Great Gatsby." One of the things that she never told anyone was that when no one was home, she pulled a box out from under her bed, took out books of fantasy, and read them as if they were air and she was suffocating. Her family and f

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She Took My Hand by Where-Stories-Die, literature

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She Took My Hand

She took my hand. It was cold outside. The night was blowing her hair, the hair she'd chopped off just a few long months ago. Were they long? Or am I just pretending they were? I think I'm pretending. Filling the potential space with shapes that we learned when we were young. With hearts and squares and circles. With fake love, stereotypes, and never-ending pain. You know them well. I do to. But anyways, it was gone. Just the outline of beautiful brown hair. Flaring. Flaming. Like her eyes. They stared into my soul, and then, after realizing this mistake she was about to make, turned away. As though not looking would help. She took my hand.

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I'm alive.

That's about all you need to know.

Current Residence: my mind. not kidding.
Favourite style of art: "Prosetry" or Video
MP3 player of choice: my 160gig classic baby
Skin of choice: uh. metallic. that sounds cool.

Favourite Movies

Girl Interrupted or American Beauty

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Too hard.

Tools of the Trade

Laptop, Camera, Videocamera, Sketchbook, Mechanical Pencils

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Chai Latte, You, Colors, Collecting CDs and my Wonder Woman Bracelet.

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Where-Stories-Die

May 26, 2011

WHERE TO NOW FIND ME

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Where-Stories-Die

Mar 7, 2011

been a while.

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months, in fact. do you want to know why i suddenly started caring again? i met somebody. i met somebody amazing. and he, he inspired me to write again. and i guess, i realized how big a part of my life was missing without it.

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Where-Stories-Die

Nov 10, 2010

Shoulda updated a while ago.

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Actually, I broke up with him two weeks ago. Oh and I love love love glee. And I'm probably going back to php. Yussir, thar be my updates. OH AND I'm not depressed because of the breakup. That's one of the few good things that's happened.

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Sep 17, 2010

Thanks for faving "The View Is Spectacular"[link]!

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Aug 5, 2010

Thanks so much for joining #Poetic-Submission! If you have anything you want to see happen in the group then just let me know! I'd like to ask you to review the rules and then maybe the lastest blog entry since we just finished our latest contest