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take a long hard look
before i become the history
in your history book
it is full of irony
you have ten minutes
before i become inebriated
and my head falls to pieces
you should have just waited
slowly i feel alive
your fingers circling mine
i'd love to survive
im getting closer over time
even when the snow falls gently
i cant remove it fast enough
you whisper breathlessly
i feel an avalanche
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if the universe were ruled by unpredictable events, there would be no sustainable structure
to it.
you go through live living day after day the same way. wake up, turn off your alarm, get out
of bed, take a shower, and dress.
numerous changes can (and will) inflict chaos upon this routine. as you dress, a button pops
and you have to sew it back on. or go back a step and you're taking a hotter shower than
you normally do. another step back and your back hurts so you plant both feet on the floor,
clasp your hands together and raise them over your head to stretch for a good minute and a
half. its a good thing you went to bed earlier than normal last night so you wouldn't press the
snooze button on your alarm like you did yesterday morning. otherwise you wouldn't have
had that extra minute and a half to stretch because your neck and back hurt from those
pillows you bought after work the previous day and those five extra minutes to sew the
button back on your shirt. and who's to say you won't spill your morning coffee, made with
the new coffee maker wit the automatic timer you bought with those pillows.
and to further demolish the idea that life has any sustainable structure, have you ever
counted the number of breaths you take in a day, and then drew a chart and then for the
rest of that week, count all your breaths in each of the other six days and write those
numbers down on the chart you drew on the first day? no. but if you did, you would know for
a fact that at the end of the day, you wold be left with a completely different number of
breaths because wit each new day comes new situations and events that inflict new feelings
and emotions, such as the fear and anxiety you felt after hitting another car on your way to
work on the third day of this "breath experiment" you've never done which caused your
heart to race and your blood pressure to rise which consequently increased the number of
breaths you took that day and consequently made you over an hour late for work but that's
another story.
not only is the world ruled by randomness and unpredictable events but that is the only
structure that is guaranteed to be sustained in the universe.
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secretive, sure
selfless, yes
this love is pure
floating caress
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.by Natalie Boals on Sunday, February 14, 2010 at 6:18pm.without your eyes mine stay wet
and i cry and cry without your eyes
so much i run out of tissue
and the hardest biggest issue
is that i would do anything
to end this time without your eyes
away and away you go
even with a promise of coming home
it hurts to see you walk alone
quick as a wink
something inside me
i dont think
something inside me
bursts like a bubble
something inside me
could be trouble
something inside me
imagine all the people
that want to love like us
with honesty commitment and trust
like a flower blooming for the first time
or the sky when all the planets align
there is nothing more precious
or a more perfect sign
imagine all the people
that want to dance like us
tearing through the weakness in lust
like a mountain that we are meant to climb
powered by words unknown to mankind
there is nothing more rapturous
or a clearer equivocality
i miss your heart next to mine. i miss counting to five before you take
another breath. i miss inhaling during a kiss and smelling your
perfume. i miss my hand sliding into yours. i miss the hope your smile
brings to my heart. i miss sharing secret glances with you. i miss your
leg wrapped around me as we lay in bed. i miss how a simple touch from
you makes me feel a surge of warmth through every inch of me. i miss
dreaming of you when you're right next to me. i miss your voice in my
ear. i miss you always being here. i can't miss the butterflies that i still
have. i love you.
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you never ever
ever knew
a better way to make
my bones shake
the tremble through my heart
grows to more than a tremor
you collapsed me from the start
now my lips feel more than a quiver
from here to there
i see you everywhere
superstitious love at first sight
but it was so much more than that
all things in my world became right
it was a heart to heart combat
you really always
get me through my days
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leaves become most beautiful when they're about to die
nightmares i have they come in threes. i'm running for you, you're running from me. i see
this when i'm dreaming, see that everyone is staring. away away away you're pushing. mind
over mind. taking over. eating me up. how did i get to this place? how did i get in this state?
no hand to hold, to squeeze in fear. so now my muscles atrophy and my brain progressively
deteriorates. i lose my grip. i fall forever back. and back. and back. and down. and out of
any sort of consciousness. what the fuk happened? figure this out and make it withdraw from
my soul. i'm sick of this infection.
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your love
is the kind of love
that swings me from the heavens above
graceful as a dove
your heart
is the kind of heart
that made my head spin right from the start
hurts when we're apart
your eyes
are the kind of eyes
that make me melt and now i realize
your love
is the kind of love
that i can not, will not let go of
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everyone is not alone. everyone is surrounded by the world. love is something really good.
love can rule this kingdom if we can make it ours. (we is not you, we is not me. we is all of
us together. and ours is not mine, it is not yours. ours is something we share equally.) don't
be discouraged when the sun falls and the shadows come. they're here to give you another
chance. if your yesterday seems so long ago, be proud of all you have accomplished in the
hours past.
rally up your forces for more powerful defenses. what just you can do will change what out
there, the entire population of souls that strive for happiness, will become. and you will smile
at the ugliness that the world has changed to kindness. stretch, now, out your arms to reach
beyond your limit. goodness has become a battle. and you must win it by learning what to
fight for.
this used to be the sweetest world ever but then we skipped a chapter. the one that tells of
the simplicity of love, and peace, and the importance in holding onto each other. we were
not taught the meaning of the word embrace; erased from the pages, words such as that.
instructions on how to hold together, hold up, never hold back (your heart).
re-read these words i've written here. over and over again, until you really really get it. until
they are ingrained into your brains and you feel inspired to recover the world, and take it as
our kingdom now. our story now. our only chance now, to not be alone.
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trees and skies and galaxies
cannot hold up against your strength
and neither can i
you overpower my mind
you race through my thoughts
you pump through my veins
i fiend for you
eyes and lips and fingertips
then you blessed me with your breath
and i lost mine
you wanted my smile
you opened up my heart
you accomplish the impossible
i cherish you
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seeing that sunrise
with you wrapped between my thighs
im feeling so many feelings
all of them are so appealing
revealing
hidden beneath my skin
everything thats ever been
and your head underneath my chin
all your thoughts become my dreams
we're a team
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