June 2011
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things to do tonight..
draw. draw. watch bones. draw. watch the office. draw.
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what the mirror says to me
when i search myself up in mirror.. i find a jar of regrets, a jar of simple insecurities, a jar full of empty promises.
glass jars, all of them, my reflection— a blur of passive faces.
when i touch the clearest mirror.. i feel a heart of all unsaid, a heart of quiet hymns, a heart of the chances slipped away— of all the roads i could’ve walked.
translucent hearts, all of...
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i have to carry this
love around—
or my words will
forever be unwritten.
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weeks have passed,
yet no sign of a soulful
closure i secretly desire..
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burnt myself with
a cigarette, letting
love soak in scar.
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rain pours outside
inside my heart
emptied of tears.
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i ache to hear from you, but you are doing just fine, no?
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something to look forward to
a scent of loneliness ignited itself in my life, no surprises for a burnt future..
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eventually what will become of me
to contemplate you is a sweet pain in itself. to rid you from mind, a bitter sherbet.
a raindrop touched skin, a snowflake on eyelash, i am at a standstill… to forget or to love evermore?
time has caught me at a moment so strange, where i’ve lost senses— just frozen humbly, deranged.
the minutes and seconds i’ve coldly embraced, my raw reveries defeated— by the...
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simple
i see no beauty here or there; i see alterations, the cannot’s, the have-nots. oh, i-wish’s. i see no simplicity, such as that of a rose.. full of thorns, yet always exuding a slit of thought:
love will live, longer than you; you always give, soon, fate will too.
blemishes you count, deemed truthful glow; wait till you have found, an inner smile will show.
be the change; look at...
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Sweetest embers
Shimmer on skin
Causing nothing but
Lovely irritation—
My heart sinks.
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The thought of you fills the chalice,
Touches my lips, and I’ve forgotten
Of the pain I consume each time
I realize I love you unconditionally.
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To love another,
Love the pain—
Sweet misery, no?
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The sweetest words to fill
This void, I resorted to writing
Things I wish I could say to you
In person, with no hesitation.
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Only the quietest desires fleet past my control. A love so quiet causes turbulence within… To need, to stop wanting to need— No barriers to leave me sane, And my need has seeped Amidst an ambiance To chill my soul Into a quiet Insanity.
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shying through
Seeing past a voice exuded
Hastily through impulse’s
Yearning, myself longs for you.
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To think a drop Of alcohol Cures a lovelorn Heart, is as same As to expect a child To stop dreaming..
Listen
what the fuck.
in all honesty, i don’t know what i really want. one minute, i’m constantly bitching about life, and the next, i’m mellowed out to Max Richter’s genius tunes… drinking black coffee.
FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.
sad/happy.
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love fleets within time— a second seems more of a lifetime’s worth of lone heartbreak. unbearable at times, beautiful scorns of beat, rhythm being erased so quickly to stop her breath.
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when love is seen,
a ghost stands by.
when love is felt,
heart lives to die.
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I don’t know, I guess there’s just something mystical about thunderstorms that make me want to sit silently in my room and do absolutely nothing. With the lights turned off, the fan cooling off the burning sensation within my body, and my thoughts aligning themselves in my room’s ambiance, there’s no other place I’d rather be.
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a cold aroma of my feelings
left to wither in my determination
to keep alive, for a final lifetime.
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i am writing aside music; the rising emotion of strings detach my mind from walls around me, and only your face molds into an inspiration concocting such melancholy. no words, even such at this very moment can recreate that momentary heaven that your name did.
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A flawed skin I have, Dirtily composed of world, Blemishes of pain untouched— Lifetime worth of cleansing, Only then my soul Will rid of such filthy cage.
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why i do what i do
i write for me, of you, for you. i write to see, what heart must do. i write to know, to listen from within.. i write to grow, to live a goodly sin.
i write to dream, unawakened to no love.
i write to scream, for i’m ghost of a fallen dove.
i write to live no more, no more for earthly words.
i write to wither on shore, for sake of lovelorn birds.
i write clearly for me, to show what...
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i wish
—> my words made sense.
—> my thoughts were clear.
—> my writing made me feel satisfied.
(because it rarely ever does)
—> my poetry flowed eloquently.
—> my emotions weren’t so fucked up.
most importantly, i wish i knew how to love and respect myself.
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my words wrap around the ambiance, so fixed.. yet constantly changing connotations of silence— love screaming insanity.
i dance to nothing but this music…
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i did, she was
i spoke to her last night, she was one confused soul. i played myself in sensual light to capture her smile in whole. i had woven a dream in her eye, her solemnity put to slumber.. even in sleep she kept alive, a single fear doubled in number.
i kept myself for her to find the fleeting urges to writhe indeed; her naive heart croaked in time, before she could be freed.
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what i am
i am tousled in thoughts of you in a way that redefining my old life is as difficult as learning to love thorns of a rose as precious as you.
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coffee
when i contemplate future, i see a black coffee-infested life, deeply brewed with an emotion left untouched over the years; i could bring myself to speak your name, a bitter taste arousing a smile, then my senses stimulate every hour at the wake of dawn or the deepest somber of cerulean sleeping. i am caught in between the rational sting and slow suffocation of heart. i let my tears breathe in the...
stippling away the rose at the while. the process of stippling is so damn tedious, but in the end, it looks amazing. i mean.. a drawing made of speck of dots.. awyeahh.
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realize yourself
speak something soft, something bitter with a taste of soul’s delight; salted love is now in sight. speak to yourself, something bland with a twist of a haunted scent— what you heard, what i meant. speak to night-lit walls, something which pricks with a truth shaded in curled, quiet taunts… unfurled.
speak to that fan, something which cools with a tepid self embraces, an...
Listen
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on this lovely day
last bits of syllables left within this rose, shriveled. a meaning spilt out, coldly spoken in ripples. holding it down as prey— pressing until my lies ceased to dissolve, my truth written on sky. a flavourless smile i sew, my lips breathing ice on a day sun glowed ruthlessly; i stitch for love to suffice.
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i have spoken
speculating over a thought that if i rid myself of you, will my nights be spent as a bitter insomniac, or will i be ruthlessly disassociated as a rusted mannequin?
hopeful patience, a wish to be denied, yet one cannot control what this heart desires.. your acknowledgement, a speck of mercy, if you will.
if glaring into a sun washes my secured, non-pining persona, then so be it, my faith lies...
tonight will be just amazing, i can feel it. watching hangover 2 and bridesmaids with my beautiful ladies:)
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coldest gaze to give to you, solemn hellos to keep all surreal, only in the mind of a december can love grow to show its zeal.
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heart quivers in your absence, withers in your name, breathes in your presence, wants you to feel the same.
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I hope all is well!
--DMC
I hope all is well!
--DMC
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speaking a piece of my mind
I’m sitting here wondering if any of this is worth it. My best efforts emerge as the worst results. My two biggest fears at this point in life: my artistic future and being abandoned by my loved ones. Art is the only thing that I can honestly say that I’m good at, I know I am. I don’t say that with arrogance, but with a pinch of confidence I have in myself. As for the thought of...
