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Between the PagesIn the heart of downtown Seattle, sits a bookstore, so old and so quaint, so bustling with life, it seems as though it is the very heart of the city; as though if you were to take it out, the entire town would stop working. A tourist (one of those annoying types with the camera and cargo shorts) would ask the ancient man who sits by the Sound, listening to the lapping of the waves, “What happened?” And the ancient man would reply, “They just ripped out my heart. Leave me alone and let me die in peace.”Between the Pages
It was in this bookstore smelling of days forgotten and days yet to be that I found myself for the first tim
by ~Jesperla
UnafraidSome days,Unafraid
I simply wish for a Do-Over day.
I don’t want to relive my life, but I want to relive moments of it.
I want to be able to take back the angry words and the sharp comments that I didn’t mean.
(At times, my mouth runs off and
I have no idea where it’s going or when it’s planning on coming back.)
I want to be able to go back
and tell that person that I like them more than they could know.
Some day, I want to waltz up to the boy with the melodic voice, the saxophone hair, the sky eyes, and the heart of a s
by ~Jesperla
This is a BeginningThis is a beginning.This is a Beginning
I wake up and eighteen feels old.
My lungs constrict in my chest and I can’t breathe because
eighteen is so much older than seventeen and one step closer to thirty.
And with a jolt, I realize: I have to start living now.
This is it. It is time.
I throw off my covers, open my window, and embrace the world.
This is a beginning, not an end.
by ~Jesperla
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Water From Prague, Candies...I think of all the things I would never do for you and can't seem to find at least one word to spark the first line in the supposed long list that can't even begin. Didn't bother to satiate anger that failed to rise but with white tea filled my cup to ease any previous scars, absorbing the youth of baby leaves to heal old wounds.Water From Prague, Candies...
Paper airplanes on which we wrote out each other's greatest fears were set loose in the gusty wind's might, so fierce, left feeling no pressure, we all float on, alright, so light. You tied black balloons around my waist
by ~Clippers0507
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rainbow crayons.i. sometimes i write your name in rainbow crayons on the walls. sometimes my room smells like you and sometimes i can't stand this silence you've left me with, because it's a cold silence, the kind that sneaks into my blood and leaves merainbow crayons.
empty.
[fact: i still miss you.]
ii. dreams like this are made to make me lose my mind; the vibrancy and the details are so realistic, but what happens, isn't. because you're still here, and your arms are around me (and they feel so real, oh my God, they feel so real), but i know th
by ~Amertie
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i am green and you are blue..
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i can't see through you.
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I suppose this is me slowly dying,
smearing myself against you, against the words I write,
leaving little bits like bright red Christmas presents,
moist and smelling like old iron artillery.
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[kmw]
a poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep.
.salman rushdie
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"Hiding the tears in my eyes,'cause boys don't cry."
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if it makes you happy, it can't be that bad
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"You do drink, don't you?"
"I did just say I was a writer."
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[kmw]
a poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep.
.salman rushdie
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