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Skipping rocks like thoughts. Pond scum.Skipping rocks like thoughts. by ~punkadelli
I want to see your pond scum.
I want to make your surface ripple.
I want to see beneath the face.
I want to know if you'll still be black if i dip my toes in you.
I want to feel to the bottom of you.
I want to know how you got here.
I want to see the schools of thought that lurk beneath your inky eyes.
I want to know your secrets.
i want you to take the bait. I want to see it bob beneath the surface.
I want to feed the fish and throw them back. i want to know why they sleep.
When you fall asleep I want to be an invasive species. The kind that come in with the boats and never truley leave. The kind that change eve
Every second. my friend once told me that every second your breathing is just another second to your death, because thats how it alls ends. He looked at me, read the protest in my eyes and smiled, like it was the abc's.Every second. by ~punkadelli
and to him, the ex druggie, the completive depressive, the midnight moonshine hungover hang over, the black out boy, it was.
She watched this boy of mine go out and stay out and come back in a fume of smoke, black out boy is here. He won't remember what he says and she wishes she couldn't either.
His little sisters look at him with sad brown eyes and his little little brother, grins and asks when he can come with him sometime.
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it's being it's being hugged and kissed by relatives you've never met before, it's being too small to ride upfront but driving away, any wayit's being by ~punkadelli
it's swinging on the swingset and eating cherry pie in a strangers backyard ,looking through their smokey windows watching what you' wish you had
it's breathing on frostbite windows and lighting trashcan fires looking for a place to sleep.
it's running away but never going where you want because eternal love isn't a name on a map
it's tasting liquor, teeth and blood on the edge of your lips as you stand at the edge of a murky pond when it's raining and you find yourself staring into the e
Ribbons by ~lynnightmar3
Temptation by *TatiannnaThe Life Of A Reflection My life is eternally tied to yours. Do I ever get to do anything fun, though? Do I ever get to sit in the sun on a warm day or kiss a pretty girl on the lips? No, never. Alive always, but existing only when you step in front of a mirror. Even then I am at your beck and call, doing only as you do and nothing more. I must move and twist in perfect sync with you, I can never move on my own. I am eternally stuck in a mirror and you're stuck to what? Perhaps your pitiful little hometown or even your parents' house, but at least you get to go somewhere. I am eternally tied to you, because this is the lot and life of a reflection.The Life Of A Reflection by ~Klaymour
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