Singing, dancing, twirling my feet
When will this act be complete
I know it's soon
But I'm caught in the fume
Of cigarette smoke
And carbon monoxide
When will it subside
I am here, ready now
Can I finally take a bow
Knock on my door
My mind Is weary,
My body sore
Your love for me, a present
Your absence I have come to resent
Lives falling apart all around
And I, exhausted
Fall to the ground
Wondering when this act will be through
And if it might bring me closer to you
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Life, Lust, Love, and the Future... by AnimusCogito, literature
Literature
Life, Lust, Love, and the Future...
She was beautiful. Of course they all are. Plain, but pretty. Alluring with welcoming features that seem to attract men of all kinds.
She was average in height, average in shape, but she was blonde. She had pretty freckles that sprung across her cheeks and nose, and her caked on mascara made her eyes appear large and precious. She had a small little pout with a slightly protruding bottom lip and a confidence about her that made me feel immediately insecure.
I had no reason to be so insecure. I'm an artist, and an intellectual. I have so much potential.
When it comes to appearance, however, I am immediately underestimated.
Why is it that wo
Singing, dancing, twirling my feet
When will this act be complete
I know it's soon
But I'm caught in the fume
Of cigarette smoke
And carbon monoxide
When will it subside
I am here, ready now
Can I finally take a bow
Knock on my door
My mind Is weary,
My body sore
Your love for me, a present
Your absence I have come to resent
Lives falling apart all around
And I, exhausted
Fall to the ground
Wondering when this act will be through
And if it might bring me closer to you
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Life, Lust, Love, and the Future... by AnimusCogito, literature
Literature
Life, Lust, Love, and the Future...
She was beautiful. Of course they all are. Plain, but pretty. Alluring with welcoming features that seem to attract men of all kinds.
She was average in height, average in shape, but she was blonde. She had pretty freckles that sprung across her cheeks and nose, and her caked on mascara made her eyes appear large and precious. She had a small little pout with a slightly protruding bottom lip and a confidence about her that made me feel immediately insecure.
I had no reason to be so insecure. I'm an artist, and an intellectual. I have so much potential.
When it comes to appearance, however, I am immediately underestimated.
Why is it that wo
We can
draw lines and give them names
like elements
as they are discovered
Or etch into our skins
this soloecal desire
until it is impossible to tell
where words stop
and life begins.
I would
Find a common rhythm that includes
you in my arms, my hands
and lungs and thoughts
tracing the outline of you
entangled with me
colliding like two lost particles
locked in a shared gravity
drifting through the vacuum
of space.
I could.
Exhale, and
remember
sentence structure.
if teen dreams were teen novels by back-bones, literature
Literature
if teen dreams were teen novels
there was once a boy who had all the write words to say
with all those fancy allegories, metaphors and similes
and antonyms of synonyms, like rails and snares and storms
and organs and trains and drums and hurricanes and
hearts,
and she was only a girl with plain words, the kinds of things
that are only found in piles of papers and pens, books
she keeps where she sleeps,
that will only break when he leaves in the morning,
but she shares everything, like a boat shares a bard,
like a cigarette shares a lung, like a mouth shares other mouths,
like an artist shares her heart.
but there is a running in her heart:
not that type of b
I haven't been very active lately, I know. :b
If any of you have a tumblr, if any of you even look at my Deviant page, you should check out my blog at:
http://tempestgrace.tumblr.com/
So yes, please do.
I keep thinking about the evergreens and the snow... I feel so out of place here... so distanced from my home.
I want to write, and fly, and paint, and dance, and sing, and explore, and I want to live!