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thumbs-up:
i place my hand
soft-side down
on the pillow.
rub noses
with my thumb.
with eyes closed,
i feel you:
coins spinning
on my breastbone
fast and colorful.
i feel you:
i rub noses
with my thumb
and miss you.
i place my hand
soft-side down
on the pillow.
rub noses
with my thumb.
with eyes closed,
i feel you:
coins spinning
on my breastbone
fast and colorful.
i feel you:
i rub noses
with my thumb
and miss you.
Literature
i.
Within blue eyes
anemone and starfish
abound, and seaweed eyelashes
move leisurely with the tides.
At sunset they sparkle,
lined with golden sand
and swirling without a sure direction,
becoming cloudy as a storm brews.
Beware, anger flashes across the surface,
where riptides catch the unwary
ships and sailors, wrecked
and broken amongst its depths.
Only the brave venture in,
attracted by the untameable,
roaring waves and sharp wind.
Eyes stinging, they enter the battle.
Slowly they themselves become blue,
the cold clinging to their skin,
sucking out all their warmth.
Then white as stone,
lips cracked and filled with salt
that leaves a bitter
Literature
TACENDA
they thought you were magnificent.
the girls that pirouette with you because they thought your sibilated hymns of venus and saturated stars were charming. they don't see the whisper of desolate tears and punctured hearts and an eccedentesiastic boy as they glide with you across the floor. you think it doesn't matter.
you think it will heal.
and i pitied you, boy. because the hope of yours will be your downfall.
your destiny was decided the moment you chose the effervescent, sanguine laudanum over the fractures of your violin strings and the cuticles that now protect the emulsion of ophelia, your mother, and the emanated paint that reminds
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The more I lost..
The more I lost,
The more I can't focus,
The more I can't leave,
I couldn't changed my new self,
I know that,
It's so unfair when you can't find a way,
To say sorry,
To be friends again,
Forgotable,
Stupidable,
The more I began to losing,
I felt like...
I lost a sadness,
I couldn't cry, or scream for forgiveness.
But one thing I didn't lose is...
The tear of the day when I was born.
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Both poems are poignant. Fae's added them to the Fae Deviant Literature collection. 