March 2012
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Have you ever been lost, so deep in dreamless sleep, that you are floating unaware of everything that’s hurting? But then, have you ever been ripped from that same dream, leaving you disoriented and awake?
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No?
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You obviously haven’t met my family.
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damienraven replied to your post: I apologize for the lack of words today. I am…
I feel you 200% on this one. It’s not that I’ve had a lack of things to write about lately rather, too many all at once
For me there are just too many words, you know? And all of them want out at once, so everything I’ve been trying to write just sounds… meh. Anyways- good luck to you and your...
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unsaidunknown replied to your post: I apologize for the lack of words today. I am…
I’m having a writer’s block as well. I wish you luck in solving through yours.
Good luck to you too :)
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I apologize for the lack of words today. I am having… issues. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
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one sexually frustrated writer = massive writers block
-S.J.
February 2012
141 posts
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summary.
We were manic lovers,
Once.
Ensnared in the passion
That flared
On the tips of fiery tongues.
Writing Process
taintedwhite:
My writing process Is singing in the shower ‘Till the words build up And demand to be let out And running half-naked To find a pen and some paper My hand expels nonsense words Into ink and you like it.
^ this. My life right here. Perfect words
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“My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence...”
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it's Tuesday.
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Today I am dark
Like the winter sun
Sliding across broken
Branches spun by leaves
Fallen in autumn
griev:
Sometimes, I get too absorbed into my own thoughts, I create phantoms that haunt my reality.
viveremori:
I need you so much closer I need you so much closer I need you so much closer I need you so much closer I need you so much closer I need you so much closer I need you so much closer I need you so much closer I need you so much closer I need you so much closer I need you so much closer I need you so much closer
Burning Muse: Predictions on weekday. →
leaonik:
Tomorrow we will make bets on who is better in bed.
I’ll say,”Stay sweet.”
You’ll say, “Stay sober.”
I’ll write you poems behind your back.
42 lines about the way you like your tea,
and the way you read my journal by the mini lamp in the bathroom.
We’ll see a movie…
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If I left you notes hidden in places only you could find them, would you smile?
i should be doing homework.
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With painted breaths
We inhale and
With violent sighs
We exhale
Leaving behind dust
That settles
In the cracks of
Our fingertips,
Leaving imprints
Etched upon
Our marred hearts.
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Cheek to cheek,
Palm to palm,
We compare scars
In the fading sunlight
Letting moonlight
Invade the space
Between us as we
Become like a rising tide-
Rushing to crush each
Other in this quest
To find something
Within this broken
Hallelujah we sing as
We trace curves
And commit memories
Hoping to God that
This is one thing
We cannot screw up.
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I’ve never been one
To mince words
Or coat them in
Fluffy pink sugar,
So forgive me if this
Doesn’t seem like the
Best way to say
What I am trying to,
But I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Looking for heaven found the devil in me.: Baby,... →
missfaber:
It was your palm pressed against my scar. That’s what did it. You had this expression on your face; this incredible vulnerabilty, a giving. Your hand pressed flat against the part of myself I was most ashamed of sucked me into that place with you, where we were both naked and raw and there was nothing to hide behind. You leaned towards me, slightly.
And then there was no stopping it....
Lust
secretedsins:
Lust is not a fleeting feeling; an emotion; a simple sense of need. Lust is the marrow within the bones that form my formidible frame; the current flashing through synapses; the life-blood coursing through my veins. Lust is the beast that lives within— My secret, sacred self who has no name.
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maybe.
Maybe we’re too young, and maybe we’re stupid. But maybe we’re right, and maybe this will work, and maybe our love will outshine them all.
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Sometimes I can’t
Put these thoughts
Into words for you,
Or even voice them,
But you take them up;
You fill my brain
Because you’re
Always on my mind
And I don’t ever want
To know what life is like
Without your soul
Intertwined in mine.
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consummation.
I watch as the space
Between the holes
In my porcelain skin
Leaks desperate shadows-
Everything is cascading
Into solemn ash
Leaving green hills
Nothing but simple
Melodies in memories.
Sunlight seems to be
The only thing shining
From the cracks in you,
So all that I am asking
You to do is simply
Consume me.
All of me.
Forever.
.
Maybe then I’d
Be okay.
The more I go out the more my introversion seems less like introversion and more like good common sense.
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I am too old for my own good.
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introverted conversations.
Speaking is exhausting. The constant insignificant chatter one is forced to participate in to get by in everyday life is so… pointless. Nothing interesting is said. Pretty soon, people forget how to be interesting. So you talk, on and on, about nothing really. You fill up time giving voice to letters that would sound better if written on a page in a different order about something other than...
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you.
Do you feel better about yourself, your own blasphemy, when you shoot me with your words? With vowels and consonants flying from a mouth holding secrets in? You- you and your selfish ways- you blatantly ignore the fact that the act of which you hold me in contempt was consensual rape. You hide behind your secrets and you ignore the pain splitting through my brain, spilling out of my eyes, and...
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We wish upon stars, and make s’mores in the dark, with faded footprints made of sand leading to the place where the swirls of our fingertips leave marks that cannot be erased.
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What a mess we have made, love- standing on street corners and laughing at passerby. We stopped questioning life’s insanity, going with the flow instead of struggling against it. Yet we have not moved as we remained stagnant in the waters of our adoration. Tell me, darling- what do you fear? Is it losing me? Tell me, dear, because I am afraid that I do not know anymore. Who is the you that...
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Today we struggled,
Living in the palms
Of hands that knew
Not how to keep in
Touch through nights
When the covers got
Cold and the wind blew
In frosty echoes of
Midsummer air.
Boy Wander (ing): Whisper. →
boywandering:
Whisper. Whisper those words to me, the-three-words-with-eight-letters-three-syllables-one-meaning that I’ve been craving to hear from you. But here’s the catch. I only want to hear it when your heart is completely into it, when you’ve thrown yourself into this crazy abyss with reckless abandon, with no strings or reservations tying you or holding you back but instead that you...
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just another title.
I will not have access to WiFi for the next 3-ish days, so I will queue some stuff for you all to read while I am gone. I hope you have fantastic weekends!
Much love <3
-S.J.
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I want to lay
Beneath
The night sky
And
Watch the stars
As
They fall from
Cracks
In the moon.
“When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boys call asking your...”
– “Unsolicited Advice to Adolescent Girls With Crooked Teeth and Pink Hair,” Jeanann Verlee (via wewantrevolutiongirlstylenow)
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I watch as you carve into your ivory skin with a razor blade made of shadows. A trail of weeping blood flows effortlessly out of the cut you make. You reach a level somewhere inside where the pain doesn’t hit you, and you sit watching the blood fall to the floor in little drips. Crimson traces its way down your arm, like a road map marking where the next exit is. Silently, I plead for you...
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The pain is laced with pleasure,
As your fingers push and pull me
Together again while we come
Into each other, drawn by the
Electricity coursing through our
Bones, tied together by the aching
Need echoing faintly in our moans.
Anonymous asked: I absolutely adore your most recent pieces of writing! keep them coming. (:
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They like to watch us,
Degrading us from
The outside in, wondering
When it is that we’ll give in
To the drugs and the booze,
O.D-ing outside while the
Football team prepares to lose.
If only they knew
What it was like
To be me and you.
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Dinner, then a nap, then maybe this research paper I’ve been staring at for an hour and a half.
Ciao my dears. I’ll spam your dash with words later… :P
-S.J.
Anonymous asked: can i give you topics to write about that i feel like you could do a really good job with? i jus want to hear somethings in someone elses words rather than my own writeing. some topics are: suicide, sex and the regret, first date and how it all goes wrong, abt your best friend, and why you worry.
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i hope i do you justice.
I’m sitting here
Shooting darts
In the dark,
Forming words
On targets
Unseen.
All I have
To aim with
Are these feelings
That I get
When I think of
The things
You are asking of me.
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I know you think I’ll judge you, if you show any empathy towards these words that I’m bleeding. You think I will see your secrets that you have tried so hard to bury. And I’m not going to lie to you- I probably will. You should know by now though, that everything you say (or don’t say to me) will come with me to my grave and live in secrecy. Your heart is one of the most...
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strokes of red
andthisiswhyimguarded:
Blue webs weave
Under snow white plains
Hidden behind sleeves
Of homespun disdain;
Pearly white ridges
Cap the snow
Rising like bridges
To the pain down below.
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You’re gone
And all I’m left with
Is maybe.
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regrets.
They tell me I was wrong for enjoying the feel of your skin on mine. For reveling in the contact and never looking back. Their voices call out, commanding me to acknowledge that I am a stupid kid, doing things way over my head. Voices, their voices, like static radio chatter in my brain make me start to wonder if I was wrong again. Maybe I misread the look in your eyes. Maybe you fooled me with...
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I watch as you walk away and wonder if today will be the day. Will today be the beginning of the end of everything I knew with you? Will today start the horror of tears bringing rainfall in March? Will today begin with you, sitting here in class, and end with you, cut by broken glass? The pain is written on your face. I can see it. It hurts me to know that you don’t trust me enough to let me...
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Once, we sat beneath the shadows. Just you and me. I remember the cigarette you lit, burning on the gravel. Smoke drifting up and filling our nostrils. I never told you, did I- how good it felt to breathe in? How free I felt knowing I wasn’t the only one with an addiction. He called our names, do you remember? And we laughed when he left. I saw in your face how you always felt second best,...
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Standing alone, silent in a quiet crowd. At least, I think it’s quiet. I can’t hear past the roaring in my ears, the pain rushing past and threatening to drown what little laughter I have left. My eyes seek your face. I know I won’t find it. You left me- naked and alone beneath shattered light-bulbs and crumpled trash. That night was one of the best of my life. I lost track of...
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Your ghost haunts me as I walk through these hallways made of wooden beams and drywall. A flash of light brown hair and a grim gaze behind a tree. Hunched shoulders above sauntering legs around a corner. Mirrored glasses hiding cold eyes on the stairs.
You’re everywhere.Leave me in peace, without this tangled web of confusion when it comes to love and hate. Leave me, leave me. Let me...
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against white plaster walls.
Your hands slide across pale curves of skin, tongue slipping through barriers of soft pink lips. Pushing and pulling, biting your way in. My Hands move up to push you away, palm to chest. Fingers curl in, betraying the barren need in this blasphemous wasteland. There is no give to you, softness only found between saliva and your cheek. Need fuels greed, feeding clawed kisses as you take and take,...