an opening
PassionateCame up with this in my head as an opening line to something today as I was out walking...my back door is indeed squeaky at the moment.
~BouncingRoundtheRoom
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Early HarvestThe scarecrow sits on the ricketty porch gazing out to a rural summer; legs crossed effeminately spine limp in a rocking chair.Early Harvest
Hiding behind the hay that built thee, Scarecrow, is a city of wood awaiting to burn and spread, to the field where the lights never reached, to the one place Queens and maidens could run out of protection for their untouched skin.
Poor immaculate souls, may hide here no longer! for light of the sickliest kind has sprouted here this summer, and autumn will not show her face.
But to you, Scarecrow, to you tod
by ~BouncingRoundtheRoom
My Supposed GoodwillI.My Supposed Goodwill
As I was reconstructing my brokenness, after you had laid hands on me and reduced me to a sniveling closeted claustrophobe, a good friend of mine, who wheeled cement
around the city as an occupation, offered to encase you eternally in his product, to freeze your shamed body forever in concrete as revenge for my wronged soul.
But I replied with a bitter twinge, “No. “I don’t want anything inte
by ~BouncingRoundtheRoom
In the YardWhen the afternoons are born on weekdays the vines are specially curled and tangled, and let your arms thrash madly about to clear that devil's thorn bush out.In the Yard
When some put poisons in your skin you heal yourself with ease But the infections always break their flood on the wound you leave to clean your blood.
by ~BouncingRoundtheRoom
CoconutWhen the Coconut finally came into my hands, I thought the same thoughts as all who held it before me: that it and I are in fact twins in our imprisonment, here alone in a silent shell,Coconut
and that our inability to be known is broken only by a rare somebody’s rarer desire to actually feel what lies inside.
“Misunderstood” is the cry of the crowd, and a listening ear, and an eye aware are the medicines long ignored.
Only figures like the Coconut, growing on its dreamy Caribbean trees far away, appeal to my desire of connection, and those right w
by ~BouncingRoundtheRoom
Random Favourites
I lost my confidence...For one long year you tortured me My life a living hell Each day you tormented me and pushed me to my shellI lost my confidence...
Your words were wounds Wrapped in my skin Seeping within I see you grin You laugh at my tears for eternal years
I cried myself to sleep each night, Worn and weary from losing each fight. I longed for the day when you were not there for then I could wear that thing in my hair Without fearing what you would say
You drove me away I swore not to stay I saw you glare and I hated it there
I lost my confidence, you lost m
by ~writing-the-WORLD
de peur de faireThis time I've come further than I ever thought possible;de peur de faire
I've crossed mountains and ocean without being sensible.
If I dreamed to be near you, well, I missed that by miles,
and this new world I've seen seems to keep me from your smile.
I know I once had dreams, once had ambitions that tried to thrive,
but just as I am scared to die, I am also to be alive.
Protruding from my heart are those things that I hold dear,
yet always there is something that quickly feeds my fears.
I want to be beside you, want to feel your breath on skin
(for it is only when I know you are real that
by ~angelsarefascists
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The man calling from long beach, he says his bathroom is missing.
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id kinda been dead and not updating my da for, uh, a yearish. and for some reason i just came back to it... soyeah.
well im glad that you decided to come back
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