People waching, poets writing, "Polly want a cracker?" parrots ask you.
God gives us our relatives - thank God we can choose our friends. - Ethel Watts Mumford A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out. - Walter Winchell “I’ll Surprise you, I promise” -Adam Lambert
Quarters, dimes, nickles, jingle in her pocket. Quickly, Tommy runs to Mommy, quiet, Tommy is, staring up, bright eyed, hand outstreched, Benny boy on the side. Quality ice cream, freshly made at Barbra's Ice Cream Shoppe. Quivering fingers hold two Vanilla cones, one for Tommy and one for Mommy Quips come easy from Benny boy's mouth, Tommy retaliates. 'Quit it you two', Mommy says, her eyes gentle, as Tommy begrudgedly gives Benny a taste Quite sweet the ice cream tastes when one shares it, you think?
XD XD XD XD That sucked. XD
I am nothing but a mouthful of 'sorry's, half-hearted apologies that roll of my tongue, smoothquick, like 'r's or maybe like pocket candy that's just a bit too sweet.
Rewind: Remembering your name was the easiest thing I ever did-- reverberations soaked my tongue and I could really taste the consonants swirling into the sides of my cheeks and running to the back of my throat. Upon the realization that I could say it as much as I liked, I sang it, ravelled it unto the air, each note nice and separate and ratified, like an anthem. Reaching to your lips, I spoke my own name, releasing you into songs of your own, and we sang to each other, reckless and ready.
Taste the lies on your tongue, let your eyes burn to dust while you wait. Tired. She is as she thinks whether or not to believe.
I am nothing but a mouthful of 'sorry's, half-hearted apologies that roll of my tongue, smoothquick, like 'r's or maybe like pocket candy that's just a bit too sweet.
Under oaken arms, we can't help but bend and break and fall-- using stone souls, kept under a cloak of pearl dawn and umbrella willow leaves, we hold ourselves, unable to draw away fervorous fingers from our ribcage enclaves, cut up our sides, straight up into our hearts-- upwind, we sing, soft and slow and we hope that no one will hear us in the choir of the wind and the willow leaves, upwards to soprano and down to bass and tremble, larynx, tremble with ubiquitous trembles, shooting through the sounds and whispers, undercutting confidence.
Vertiginous: she stands waiting on – this ventricle's vertigo slithers. Key is keep on moving, she shakes, verbatim of her mother, plunging deep down, and it’s the vernacular of the prince still crowned and crowing, valour in his very bones while his sword sails upwards – vexing as the marrow is caught. And she says, I have waited very long.
I like you as an enemy, but I love you as a friend.
White walls closing in Washing machine tumbling clothes Water, soap, and washcloths going round and round and round. Whipping in the wind Wool socks and waist coats. Wisteria jumpers and a wine red dress. Wide open spaces With fresh spring air What could be better than doing the laundry?
Wait, I'm on X, aren't I? Sorry 'bout that. I'll change my post.
Xenophobia:
Xenophobia; they sneak up on you like Xenon, like xanthopterin in butterfly wings. X-rated, they should be, those terrifying fools. Xenophiles are dead in mind for choosing against Xenophobia; the fear that controls my life.
"Blah blah blah. You feel trapped in your life. Here is what I am hearing: happiness isn't worth any inconvenience."
You don't look like you did two years ago. I long for your older eyes like a fire yearns for air, like a child yells for attention, for the tickle of his mother's yellow hair.
I am a forest fire and an ocean, and I will burn you just as much as I will drown everything you have inside.
-Shinji Moon
I am the property of Rydia, please return me to her ship.
a place where you say thank you as i say thank you. a very thankful place. a place anyone would be glad to be.
and yet i can't help but think, "another day, another grateful smile, and where are the people that think i'm useless? and where are the people who doubt me? and where are the people who push me against the wall and shake out my pockets and leave me grasping for air -- alive more than i ever am when you say thank you and i say thank you, always, always in perfect time?"
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Believe, my love, have faith in something better than this, a place where all our battles will be fought for us, and no bogeymen can hide beneath our beds to haunt us anymore.
"You do ill if you praise, but worse if you censure, what you do not understand." Leonardo Da Vinci
Greenness, the color my hearts lack greatly. No life, no sound, no lithe. Ghastly is now my image and forgotten is my time. God, can I ask for a chance to return? Retrieve all that is good and bring back not the bad but graced.
Give me the chance, give me the light--a gaunt and gaudy return.
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