21:11 27th May 2012

Notes: 10

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Broken Road

Tarmac burns on this
broken road.
Stones and glass slice,
my mood will shift -
on the roll of a dice.
I was a little girl with
daisy-daydreams…
He loves me, He loves me not.
Now lies become the truth,
and a single smile -
can mean a lot.

20:55

Notes: 16

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A New Disaster

My pen feels like a stranger,
and you, a clear and present danger.
We run on fumes,
on resentment we fear to lose.
Because then we would have to be friends,
and act of social cues.
Just like everyone else.
It is rich, this resentment,
that will ooze.
Greasy and sickly to the touch.
Everyday, in your presence
is a new disaster.
A car crash on loop,
always moving faster.
I’m tired of this -
my accelerated anger.
Yet I never put my foot on the brake.
Because when this is all over,
what will remain when I wake?

14:41 24th May 2012

Notes: 15

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The moon pours through the ceiling tonight,
liquid love and flowing light. 　

21:37 23rd May 2012

Notes: 38

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Solar

I exist, within the fault lines of his thoughts.
I hop, from one shadow to the next,
playing hop-scotch with his heart.
On sunny days like these,
he takes an ice-pick to my hard edges,
and grips, grasps and grapples for dear life.
A solar eclipse collapses into view,
and whether it is cold, dark, or whether we
are dancing on the surface of the sun,
turning our feet to soot -
nothing seems to be important.
Not in the face of such desperation.

19:54 21st May 2012

Notes: 21

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Birdsong

He smelt of summer,
the pollen in the air,
got under his nails.
I followed him,
buzzing around his
atmosphere
like a bee to a flower.
Attraction, made my nostrils
widening at the smell of
his cut grass smile.
I sunbathed in his embrace,
like a lazy child
waking up to birdsong.

18:11 20th May 2012

Notes: 23

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Pair.

Morning air,
tempers his granite glare.
We look at each other,
we share a lingering stare.
Contempt/tpmetnoC.
A mirror image,
of a withered love.
Like butterflies pinned,
on being a spare.
A collectors edition and no more.
It is in the morning air,
when a pair,
no longer care…
Two wings no longer thump
in tandem.

01:17

Notes: 14

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Stone cold sober,
dawn breaks.
Like a wave on the shore.
Trickster, lover, whore.

20:51 14th May 2012

Notes: 17

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Make-it-up-baby.

Mascara falls in great clumps,
and lands at his feet in puddles.
A sleeve turns orange,
as her fake ‘for the world’ skin
leaves tribal stripes down her cheeks.
He only cared for a mask,
not the girl beneath it.
Her biggest statement,
was the sight of her back.
The sound of stiletto on her way out.

17:01 10th May 2012

Notes: 18

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Car Crash

Love doesn’t shatter.
Two people going separate ways
is a collision.
The time between them,
is the crumple zone.
The head lights crack with
loneliness,
and the bumper that protects their
hearts?
Splits in two.
Oil leaks in black tears,
and glass litters the pavement
like words unsaid.
Smoke billows,
on that final goodbye.
And sirens call out,
when he turns his back on you.

16:50

Notes: 21

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Today

New love, cuts deep.
My cynicism makes
his smiles cheap.
Its easy to believe
the worst,
when your mind
recoils from the first.
I’m afraid of change,
to take a leap of trust,
to move on,
forget
and adjust.

00:17 8th May 2012

Notes: 13

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The Difference

He will cough,
when I would kiss.
He will ebb,
when I would miss.
He will purr,
when I would hiss.
He is cross,
and I am nought.
Nothing,
will change this.

12:04 4th May 2012

Notes: 24

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Dreams, on the flip side.

Some dreams…
They shatter like
tea cups falling
from a china tree.
Others, feel like an
empty stomach…
that is clenching
onto some hope that
it will be made whole.
Some dreams, when
broken, feel like a
grinding numbness
in your brain, for why
did you ever dream to hope?
And with how much heart
ache, can one girl cope?

23:31 2nd May 2012

Notes: 57

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Gentle Blues

mobbleberry:

Never lose your gentle blues.
For they suit the frothy
sea green of your eyes.
Never groan, when the sun slips
its calling card under your door.
Beckoning you to play hide and seek,
in broad daylight.
Just embrace the loves you have.
Enjoy them, while you are able.
But most importantly,
Never lose your gentle blues.
You possess shades only comparable
to the ocean.
In the depths,
out of reach of whirlpools and tidal waves,
right at the very bottom of the sea bed.
Is where you will find your humanity.