implodethis bone marrow i'm digging out and choking down, it's not just a way to throw up. it's not just a cry for help. it's not just because i can't bare that i don't even remember what i had for lunch today. it's not a lot of things. what it is is a way to stop myself from smashing my head against the wall. to make things just a little more bearable, to make it just a little easier to trudge through the honey haze and concentrate.implode
this skin i'm cutting off, it's not just a way to tell myself that other people feel this too. it's not just a reminder of how i really feel. it's not just something to do to give me something to thi
Echoes of PassionEchoes of PassionEchoes of Passion
Breathing is fading, Skin is cooling, A delicious scent,
Still fills the air
Eyes are unseeing, Fingers unfeeling, And yet you are still, So very aware
Words, so quickly spoken, And so softly broken, Leave trails in moonlight, That is no longer there
Tired mouths, With tired lips, Engage in kisses, That lead nowhere
Passion is spent, All that's left, Are fiercely resounding, Echoes
Sense them drift away
jlp December 10, 2009
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I just want to sparkle for a moment
before I just fizzle out and die.
~ The boy least likely to .
Thank you for the fav on my Panther photo: What a nice tongue you have
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"Il est de l'amour véritable comme de l'apparition des esprits...Beaucoup en parlent ,peut en ont déjà vu. "
-eXphrasis-
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