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Through light and dark, myFrom the things that haunt her and the things they've said. From those who would take her down.Through light and dark, my
From the things I say, from the thoughts I have and the feelings I can't help. From the times I bear down too strongly and the cause of her tears is only I. From every painful sacrifice she makes for me. More than my life I want to protect her.
Would that problems could be solved by my convictions and love offered in the place of the pain. For only then would her world be safe and never require the tearful apologies she presents me for the things she cannot help but be.
And would that she could understand tha
by ~alira23
Randumz.Velvet under my fingertips Pale skin beneath my lipsRandumz.
The smell of sweetness on my tongue The taste of sugar in my lungs
The flare of skirts around his hips The trail of ribbon jerks and flips
His wide blue eyes that don't leave mine And the things I do that make him shine
The glow of warmth between his legs The noise escaping when he whimpers and begs
The secret of our act being done The breathy sighs of our worlds spun
The gaping agony on his face So far gone that it's well misplaced
The love that radiates from
by ~alira23
Skytrain ContemplationI want to dig a nice deep hole. I want to climb to the bottom and have the dirt piled onto me. I want to feel the press of the earth on all sides and know I have been absolved of all the responsibility I have ever had. I will cup my hands around my nose and mouth and close my eyes and be still. I will listen to the safest silence and know that there is nothing that can hurt me anymore. I will breathe what there is and soak the soil with my tears and feel the weight of the world comforting on me and fall into the deepest sleep of quietestSkytrain Contemplation
Suffocation.
by ~alira23
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The Tracks Are Always Better..The Tracks Are Always Better on the B SideThe Tracks Are Always Better..
Start, Stop, Rewind To a fast fading time when I was calm and still Able to take long, pointless hours to think Of blinking amber lights, Lunch time and gully fights, Writing of how I thought these things ought to be. But I'm less than impressed with the mess that I see I'm getting this feeling you're vibing to a beat, Timing your next sweet Motion to open those doors that are closed for a reason,
And I just don't agree. This vibe that you're vibing, This jive that you're jiving to hits me every time Li
by ~Soulpapaya
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Like the set out of them too, but is there any reason for the specific 150 words?
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