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shes left the world to stand on its own. without hands pearl white to expand and compress age-old ribs. the oceans have turned a dark hazel and the clouds a brokenhearted gold. dreams arent fastened to the tender wrists of their dreamers. but welded and forceful to the branches of the apple tress with blossoms too late for August.
shes left the world to stand on it's own.
shes left the world to stand on it's own.
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ten years ago.
ten years ago i
knew i was still
a romantic because
my dreams were still
filled with white dresses
and golden rings and
faceless grooms;
now, i know i am
a skeptic because
i am haunted by
pressing lips
and heated passion
and the faces
are
real, too real.
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Homophobia
This one goes out to
that boy on the street,
whose father wouldn't look
at him when he caught him
kissing another boy.
This one goes out to
that girl on the ground,
because her mother
couldn't handle that she'd
given birth to a lesbian.
This one goes out to
all those hurt by words,
like 'dyke,' 'faggot,'
or 'queer.'
This one goes out to
all those who thought
they could tell anything
to someone.
(only to find,
they could only tell
some things.)
This one goes out to
the boy lying six feet
underground, because
the world didn't like
who he "chose" to love.
This one goes out to
the girl who sobbed
in the shower, when
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ambulophobia
i.
once upon a time, i knew who i was.
ii.
i remember when i connected my heart to the rest of the universe with a shoe-lace. it was weak to begin with and grew more decrepit with age, like the neglected kaleidoscopes of immortal astronomers - they are still alive in the vague glimmers of fading stars. you can only see their light in the blackest of nights, in the middle of nameless deserts, amidst Mediterranean seas and Andalucian shores.
(somewhere, there are lights that never dim and keys that do not lock.)
iii.
bless me mother, for i have sinned.
iv.
i remember when kings were still princes, when princes were still paupers, when p
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random collaboration- havent written in so long..
struggling on wether to put "heart broken gold, "heart breaking gold, or "brokenhearted gold"...opinions? each one holds a different meaning...not quite sure which fits best.
random collaboration- havent written in so long..
struggling on wether to put "heart broken gold, "heart breaking gold, or "brokenhearted gold"...opinions? each one holds a different meaning...not quite sure which fits best.
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Totally beautiful. I haven't listened to Claire De Lune in a while but it's beautiful, this is a fantastic piece of writing. 
For the sake of critique, two typos I caught; 'on it's own' should be 'on its own' and 'tender wirsts' should be 'tender wrists' (unless wirsts is a word I don't know about
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I think heartbroken gold works well.
Lovely work!
For the sake of critique, two typos I caught; 'on it's own' should be 'on its own' and 'tender wirsts' should be 'tender wrists' (unless wirsts is a word I don't know about
)I think heartbroken gold works well.
Lovely work!