December 2011
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: Blackout →
mobbleberry:
Last night was a blackout.
A blot on the landscape,
of sequins and glitter balls.
In the blackout the sirens will drown out
every ounce of sense you have.
So, you better know who your friends are.
You’d better know what side your on.
The countdown will begin soon.
5…4…3…
Your hand…
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Sky Lantern
Every year, you and I
set off a sky lantern
to join the evening star.
Every year we do this,
no matter the distance
no matter how far.
When everyone else,
is drunk in a crowded bar.
We are sat on the hood of my car,
talking nonsense. Watching our
hopes fly skywards, beyond our view.
Welcoming another year,
one that is untainted and new.
We will surely make a mess,
of these...
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Untitled, Unknown and Unimaginable
You have one foot stuck, firmly in the past. The other rooted in the future. You straddle the present, but never look it in the eye. Unfortunately, that’s where I am, pinned between your knees. I am your present, yet I know I am Untitled, Unknown and Unimaginable. To the one thing that matters - Your heart.
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In a Letter, Stashed Behind a Mirror
mobbleberry:
It’s all in a letter,
all the words, the crux of us.
Every ‘I love you’ tangled up
with ‘I should have known better’.
All of it. Shoved into an envelope,
bearing your address.
There’s no stamp, it shan’t be sent.
It’s all in a letter.
Bursting with promises unfulfilled,
and a lingering lily scent.
Languishing behind my mirror,
just so I can somehow keep you a...
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William
Your DNA is latticed in each vertebrae of my spine.
The spark, that is so uniquely mine.
(Is actually you)
The man who gave me a backbone,
it’s strength still untapped, and unknown.
You are the heartbeat within my pasodoble feet,
and the cheeky grin with which I greet.
You are the furious flame,
when I’m too fiery to think of shame.
I miss you - everyday.
But you’re...
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No Need For a Payment Scheme or Loan - I'm Already...
If I close my eyes, I can’t quite see you.
Your iris is a kaleidoscope, alternating between
green and blue.
Your image hasn’t revealed itself to me yet,
our eager hands, like puzzle pieces,
have never met.
I leave it to my imagination,
heat rising up my neck, a thermometer fever.
unable to conceal my elation.
I fancy that your hands will smell of fresh-cut grass.
That...
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theknowledgeium replied to your post: Verona
Very lovely.
Thank you very much…liking your new picture ;-)
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flightlessdreamer:
Paint me beautiful
Because my mirror shows me otherwise
I am lost in my own labyrinth
Wandering the streets
Hoping for someone to save me
From all my ugly insecurities.
By: dvdtmp
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Tonight
Tonight, I’m not in this deary, cold place.
I will slip silently away from grace.
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Into my soft (and perhaps time-tainted) memory.
Lost in a story of an arrogant prince,
and an innocent...
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My first Shooting Star
mobbleberry:
I will never forget
Lying on that deck chair,
or your rhythmic breathing.
My head balanced in the nook of your arm.
Looking up, not daring to blink.
In fear that it will disappear.
Every time I see one,
I can hear the fall of your chest.
Every time I see one,
I think of you.
Never of how we ended.
That star blazing its way across my heart,
will never be faded or make...
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rawrdiya replied to your post: Verona
You write beautifully! ♥
So do you my darling, thank you. <3
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Verona
When I think back on Verona,
It’s a cocktail of the happiest and saddest times.
I can’t help looking back sometimes.
Those steep steps up to the house,
burning terracotta tiles.
Wearing torn-up jeans, on the back of
your Vesper, going nowhere for miles and miles.
Recalling the river of turquoise that runs
through the heart of the city.
Cobbled roads, and you whispering:...
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Amendment No.1
This is Amendment No.1.
Of all the numerous things I should have said and done.
When I said I didn’t care - I lied.
When studying these Amendments,
here’s your guide:
I mean the opposite to everything I say.
I’m a real politician these days.
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Rolling Stone Girl
With spangled earrings and glittered lashes,
hold-ups, legs up to the sky, thigh high…
Across the room you catch his eye.
Took his breath away as you moved,
Confident. No need to be approved.
You couldn’t change if you wanted to,
Nothing but utter devotion, will do.
The beats of drums, guitar and bass,
all inspired by your fair face.
You’re our Rolling Stones girl,...
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My Saint
Let me explain, if I can find the words.
Your angelic way makes me hope my heart is safe.
(Because, I’m not fully in command of it)
The fact that you are saintly, and wholly unattainable,
Well, it pleases me.
It pleases me, as much as it distresses me.
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So, after explaining this to you, this is your reply:
“Today, I’m considering not being a Saint.”
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Ode to Good-Byes.
ambiguous-transparency:
Every soul breathing
knows I’m never coming
back once I sail over
to the horizon on
the other side. Your wings
are magnificent, glorious
but my awkward,
blemished wings won’t blind me
on my way over to better days.
So this is good-bye.
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ambiguous-transparency replied to your photo: This is me…for anyone who is curious/cares. :-)
Will you marry me, gorgeous lady? ;)
Well as a good friend said to me recently: ‘Your a biased bee!’ And well my darling one, I would say your a biased bee. However, I’ve been waiting for a proposal from you so - Yes, I will marry you (I thought you’d never ask!) Rach <3
Anonymous asked: Your blog is about beauty, which encompasses your face.
Anonymous asked: Fine then, post the full size version. (You brought this demand on yourself.)
Anonymous asked: Yowza! You look like a fox in your new photo!
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“What I had almost remembered was incommunicable forever.”
– The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Mismatch
mobbleberry:
She’s a mismatched rag doll,
wearing a patch-work apron
and buttons for her eyes.
She doesn’t know which way is up,
nor her north and south.
She’s a seemingly simple thing,
with cotton thread for her hair.
The clue is in her name: ‘rag doll’.
She’s only worth something
in the loving arms of another.
Otherwise, it’s the rubbish heap for her.
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Stop This Ride...I Want To Get Off!
It can take years, months and days to fall in love.
It can take merely minutes to like someone,
and only moments to loath.
But with you…it’s been a carousel of conflicting notions.
A zig-zag of torrid emotions.
Up, down and round about,
making me so furious, all I can do is shout:
“Stop this ride, I want to get off!”
You just look on and scoff..
It can take...
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I'm Finished...
I’m finished with contempt,
with alarm clocks, fake smiles and cold tea.
Why not take a step in the dark? A wild attempt
to be the best of me, crazy but free.
Anonymous asked: I love your work, but it all seems a bit depressing at the moment. You seem like a lovely girl but everything is a bit down in the dumps at the moment. Though what you do write is great : - ) xx
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Not Falling, Fallen
mobbleberry:
Your slipping out of my grasp,
falling out of my life.
Oh, wait -
Not slipping, slipped.
Not falling, fallen.
How troublesome past and present tenses are.
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Beached
Part of me,
will always be by the sea.
On that beach,
listening to the roaring waves speech.
Cold, empty, desolate and grey.
No tourists are coming to visit today.
Good.
I can just take in what the tides have to tell.
All my secrets and lies, washed away by the swell.
For days I was beached.
Lobbing pebbles beyond the oceans breach.
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Two Man Mafia Racket
Before me, things were simple for you, clean-cut and clear.
I came crashing into your life,
I came sprinting towards you - smack! Spilling your beer.
(And your guts)
I didn’t give you time to think,
not a second for: ‘maybe’, ‘perhaps’ and ‘buts’.
I was close enough to feel your eyelashes wink,
then tentatively (or was it tenderly?) blink.
You...
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Follow The Leader
Pick-a-boo,
look behind you,
I’m just out of your vision.
‘Simon’ never said,
anything about this collision.
It’s unexpected,
You - popping out like a jack-in-a-box.
All sly and cunning,
the Fantastic Mr. Fox.
I’ve been playing hide and seek,
I’ve been waiting for you to fall,
waiting - oh - a year, a month, a week…
You Say:...
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Chinese Puzzle Box
mobbleberry:
I’m going to work you out.
Map your mind in this maze,
of train tracks and motorways.
Your my Chinese puzzle box.
There’s no key to working you out.
Other than sliding and rearranging
segments of wood, randomly.
Then…Click.
You’ll open up to me.
I’ll love you for it.
eternallycoilingserpent asked: Your writing is awesome. Every piece I have read is wonderful.
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ambiguous-transparency replied to your post: When I Knew
this is very lovely. So nice to have something so wonderful the first thing on my dash. :)
Thank you my dear, I love to see you on my dash as well - It’s a joy. R xx
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fra71 replied to your post: When I Knew
So beautiful!
Thank you! :-)
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When I Knew
I knew it was truly over,
when I woke up,
and you weren’t the first thing
to bulldoze my brain.
When the hurt and the ‘never ending’ pain,
the jealously and judgement,
was no longer a drain.
A single night,
void of turbulent tossing and turning,
upon a sea of sadness.
Just a quiet numb,
resonating to an electronic
alarm clock hum.
The pillars of worry and anger,
...
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“No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man can store up in his...”
– The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
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mikefrawley replied to your post: She’s the Same
Very nice, and congratulations!
Thank you very much! :-)
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Navigate Us
Being loved by you is to be led astray. To hear the shake in your voice, and the emotions you betray. Being loved by you is to be blindfolded. Blindfolded and bound, clinging on to every sound. Your hands lie heavy on my shoulders, guiding me. Navigating us, navigating me, to a nought-point accuracy, to a precise degree. You hold the compass, and all the cards too. I’ve never been good...
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The Mermaid That Wished Herself To Wood. (Part 2...
Link to part 1: http://mobbleberry.tumblr.com/post/14729369044/the-mermaid-that-wished-herself-to-wood-part-1-of-2
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My Gypsy Grandmother nods in approval, and continues:
“She would look up from the waves, when the moon veiled her from sight, and watch a young sailor. She saw him as different, with one eye always on the horizon. Well, Un Poco, one day she plucked up the courage to...
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The Mermaid That Wished Herself To Wood. (Part 1...
My Gypsy Grandmother leans over, her exotic scent filling my nostrils. She whispers in my ear:
“You remind me of the mermaid that wished herself to wood, my love.”
“Grandmother, I don’t understa -“
“You forget too easily, you loved that story as a child.”
I let the cushioned chair engulf me as I collapse into it, smiling, knowing I’m in for a...
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ambiguous-transparency replied to your post: you have a wonderful blog :) :D thanks for being awesome :) :D
yes thank you for being awesome dear :D :D
I haven’t known you all that long - but I really do adore you. <3
simple-rain asked: you have a wonderful blog :) :D thanks for being awesome :) :D
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flyhecried:
He stood before the storm tips of shoes playing with the rain’s boundaries. “No further, this is it “this is as far as you “devour into my land” The lightning snapped at his feet, taunting fearfully “No further.”
This is brilliant.
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Lucky
mobbleberry:
Yes, I said lucky.
I think we are fortunate, privileged even.
You give me something to believe in,
something that jolts me awake.
I don’t need to worry if your smile is fake,
or if you mean what you say,
or if your attention will stray.
You and I are lucky.
Have you seen everyone else around?
How they walk, as if they are crowned?
So worried about what everyone...
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flyhecried reblogged your post: Iced Lights and Vain Wishes
A feeling I wish I had
Really good isn’t it? :-) I love her writing.
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Iced Lights and Vain Wishes
readingme:
There was nothing but the light of your pinkish bloody heart in the cold December snow.
It was iced. Just like you.
And there I thought my wish to have you will come true.
This is too delicious NOT to be in my archive.
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Quiet
“You’ve been quiet, a little sedate of late.”
She probes, hoping I will take the bait.
“I’m fine, dandy - the epitome of well.”
I’m lying and she can tell.
She studies me, eyes raking over my face,
looking for my hidden reasons, a sadness she can’t trace.
“I’m going to be fine” words that make me wince.
Later, I wonder...
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She's the Same
mobbleberry:
She’s still the same girl you once knew,
Laughing behind her hand, veiling herself from your view.
Wearing cowboy boots for comfort, red jeans for kicks.
Still confusing, with her share of conflicts.
Fool hardy, passionate – yet never astute.
Wanting a tattoo, but knowing it wouldn’t suit.
She’s the same girl,
Hair dictated by an unruly curl.
She’s the same.
(Only a little...
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Do You Recall
Do you remember, that night I went to the ball.
I wore a dress of butterfly prints, do you recall?
I do
I remember being restless because you knew,
all I wanted was to return to you.
To strip away the glitter and heels,
swap it for philosophy and ideals.
To sit and talk for hours,
about being an ‘us’, revolving in ’ours’.
Do you remember reading to me?
The...
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rawrdiya replied to your post: Maybe I Need Glasses
*my-this-is-beautiful(!!!)-face-and-I-like-making-faces-with-you*
*this-is-my-i-love-you-lots-and-lots-face* Thank you :-)