softenedthe sky whispers,ribbons of crystalline quiet,same shade as the angel dustyou shivered every time we werealone.in the darkness, we weresorry birds searching foropen dawns. you, theswan, me, theraven,black as night andjust as hopeful.and there were poemswritten in your skin, universes blooming in your hands; your eyeswere a December sunrise saving mefrom any sleep.I’ve decided thatpeople are a composition ofall their greatest memories—and you,you were always the mostbeautiful piece ofme.
LongingIt is far too lascivious and cruel,the way the glint inyour unnerving stare commands me to come hitheryet your lipskeep pulsing with isolated, rigid greetingslike you were pushed to a dare of some sort.But still, I know betterby the sometimes welling that form atthe corners of your eyes- which you try your best to hide, andby your ocean-deep sighs thatyour longing goes past your matting lashesand mascara tinted tears.It is never easy, hidingeverything I desire inside of little wordslike "Hello" and "Goodbye" whenall I really want to do is let it out,set it free, andchain myself to your everythingwith words I shouldn't spea
AirI want to lose myselfin an illogical needfor love.I want to rememberto forgethow to breathe.What is Airif not you?
Warm BodiesNothing around but air to pierce the quietness that surrounds the grace of these lustful souls,Clouding together with interchanging hearts going along with the musing beats, tones of whichKnock the desolate sounds of blood, coming together sliding back and forth like oozing drips ofHoney such a pastoral scene hidden beneath the charm of the shadows, from which love abidesLike a melody composed of two lovers, only now to see lights fading away, with feelings going farAway with such perception, what deviant ways perceive as to disregard, and leave only now toSleep to dream…..
TnM: Me amas real o no?Era un soleado día en Daneville, nuestra pelirroja favorita aun dormía plácidamente –u- Isabella: Marie ya levántate Marie: 5 minutos más *se tapa la cabeza con la almohada*Isabella: ¬¬ MarieMarie: bien bien*se levanta y se empieza a listar*Isabella: bueno te veo abajo *se va*Marie: lalalala oliendo las lindas rosas *cambiándose*OoOoOoOoOoOo DEPUES DE CANTAR Y ALISTARSE OoOoOoMarie: *se va a las escaleras*¿??: Te quedaste hablando con jazz toda la noche de nuevo?Marie: bueno podría decirs-..Papa?!! Como lo sabes?Phineas: tengo contactosMarie: o metiste grabadora
~I shall never stop loving thee~My powdered lips shall kiss thee through this ever lasting loveyour beauty intensifies my satisfactionO, tis' be you my darling, my one and sweet caressed heartShoot a bullet through my skull, tis' only the most dainty way I show thou love for thee.Thy heart shall never stop beating for theeHe, be this time were I shall daunt my passion for thee.so soft and abasehow I feel sorry for theetrapped by endless monsoons of terrorlet me hold thee and love you endlesslyWill thy be my lover?Be my daunty heart?If thy say Ye, then I eternal happiness shall last foreverBe thy love and I shall take care of thee foreverNever leave thy, The
RozeAm văzut niște roze întunecate, cu spini,Le-am atins și m-am rănit,și am mers mai departe...Am văzut niște roze de un roșu aprins, cu spini,Le-am atins și m-am rănit,și am mers mai departe...Am văzut niște roze albe, fără spini,și am trecut mai departe...
The Mosaic and The Wanderer.Yes this whole has been beaten down, broken now in decrepitude.Scattered, thrown here or there by wanders kicking loose pebbles.A stranger strolls and sees a stone to keep for his own collection.He didn't hear the rubble cry as another part of them is stolen. That was the day the sky turn gray with a storm of unknown magnitude.Flooding rain washed what pieces remained into a shallow puddle.In sediment they settled, put back together by this muddy concoction.As the day exsiccates a mosaic is made and a soul has been awakened.A woman rises from the sand to search for a man, and the part of her he's taken. He loves to stroll and walk alone, his thought always so bestrewed.Wander, meander where time doesn't matter. He's tired of a constant dribble.Remembering the trinket he reaches in his pocket, and is startled with a pulsing motion.Pulling out hi
Two SoulsCould I touch a silent thought?Could I know the colour of a word?Could I hear the universe full of stars?Could I hold the sea in my arms?Could I stroke your voice?Could I live in your heart?A song never sungA paper never drawnA game never wonA man never lovedA flower that movesA bird on my hairA tree always blueSpringone lovetwo soulsmy worldand you.
There Is A PlaceTaste my lips let them consume my lustThere is no one so important than youMaybe it silly but I believe in second chancesI know the riddles of your heart, the way to keep you smilingThere is a place for us, a place where no others have found with youThere is a door and the sign says “True”I've tried to tell you love exist beyond meI know its hard to believe, I've seen you happyI touched you like no other hasI have looked the other way when you found a bit of happinessI walked on by with a hint of uncertaintyCan't you see the truth in what I say, seeing our certainty?There no place for us in the hearts of othersWhen th
~Love~Love is like powerits strong but can only last so long...Many people believe there is a red string connected with your soul mateBut strings can snap eventually...Golden hearts connected together.Then to rust and break...love can make you happy and positivebut also sad and negativevery regretful too...But pay close attention, you'll only get this once. Pick your partner carefully.They may just pick your forever..♥
Down The Rabbit HoleHere and now I would flock to you in a heartbeat.One day though, you’re worried I may fly away instead of to your rescue.So clip my wings and drop me down the rabbit hole.Put my loyalty to the ultimate test.Just don’t let the dreadful hole land in Alice’s Wonderland.Instead, drop me in the dungeon with in your mind.Leave the dungeon’s exist doors slammed shutBut make the keys worst hiders than I am a seekerWhile allowing me the choice of you or my freedom.Display all your secrets as a piece of loot.While lacing the good in riddles for me to solve,And drenching the dark in booby traps for me to disarm.Le
Lesbian first kiss~laying together, on the bed.Not touching, I go closer in Snuggling into you a bit I play with your cheek,you play with my hairI go closer and snuggle..This time my head is gently on your shoulderYou snuggle back into my neck Looking at your face, then your eyesYour eyes are looking at my lipsI gently grab your chin and liftI can see your face in perfect view,you get scared and look down.. I reassure you with a hug.Look back into your eyes grab your chin and kiss.. I can feel our lips tremble,frightened; wanting moreSlowly but gently kissingexplosions of emotionsBeams of sweat on palms We part away for a secondWe kiss again with more confidencetouching each others bodies stroking slowly, at each others curve
rippleshow many ripples you can cause in the ocean of someone's heart, each person has a tidal system they must abide and sometimes,(even though you know better than to fight the waves)you can't help but fool yourself into thinking you can dive a little deeper.(even though you're running out of air already)and i am already becoming an expert in clasping my hands together just rightso that it feels like someone else's fingers interlaced with mine,i know how to drape one leg over the other to make it seem as though it's your ankle touching my foot i press my back to the pillow beside me, pretend its more than just my body warmth heati
I suppose that's a...I suppose that's a disadvantage of not speaking a second language.É a época em que os algarismos que pertencem aos anos em que nascemos se completam e se fundem. Não podem ser totalmente iguais. Devem mesmo fazer a diferença de um, dois ou até mesmo três anos. O número três. Diminuiremos, somaremos, multiplicaremos os milhares de números até se conseguir arrecadar o número três na palma de mais uma mão.(…)finalmente podes encher o peito e gritar-te pela cidade inteiraequando a voz te abandonarbastará entregares-me um par de mãoscom o número um numa e o número dois noutradigo-te: adormece-me numa língua estrangeira e diz-me q
Doenca sem duplo sentidoFico à espera que as palavras me consigam acompanhar na minha espécie de caos organizado.Como o crime. E espero que sejam capazes de acompanhar a trajectória insignificante. Sem sentido, pois. Ainda assim, trajectória. Ou estado vertiginoso. E que consigam acompanhar o ritmo com que outras palavras surjam notando que a minha mão direita (a esquerda também - com dificuldade) escreve conjuntos de letras e a minha mente desenha no ar outros conjuntos. Por vezes até opostos. Uma cegueira notável, incrível e contagiante.É isto que me faz desaparecer do alcance dos que me seguem o movimento corpóreo. De facto, desapareço. De facto, não existo
Indutivoaguentava o suplício das frases insatisfeitaspara que te não gastasse o discurso finitopercorria o caminho que os pés me indicavame chegava não sei como e nem sei onde
CartaEu sei que prometi escrever-te.Já se passaram eternidades e já nem reconheceremos os esconderijos um do outro.Traremos na memória apenas as conversas infindáveis de almofada em que ficávamosa contemplar os nossos olhos como se o Universo se regesse por eles e pela sua consonância.Dizias que ficavas comigo até que te chamassem e que se fosse preciso sacrificarias a tua música preferida e a porias a passar horas a fio só para que eu não te abandonasse.Não éramos mais que uma espécie de contágio simultâneo que procurava aniquilar-se.Agora sei isso. Sei, e tu também. Mas confesso-te que deixar emergir palavras que nunca nos serviram
Vigesimo Terceiro...os nossos braços são nómadas nas peles um do outropercorrem os trilhos de centímetros em inúmeras noitesdescobertasea cada descoberta a noite estagnase baixares a cabeçaeouvires atentamenteo silêncio que me invade de cada vez que as minhas pestanas se movem vais entenderereproduzir a aceleração caótica do meu peitoque é teu
Reflexoes de uma tesoura IIISentava-se à beira da cama(é sempre alguém que habita a terceira pessoa.)e levava as mãos à cabeça.(claro, a extensão dos braços não permitia viagens maiores.) Não há muito mais para dizer depois disto.(na verdade, há. sempre. uma imensidão de palavras a querer emergir.) No entanto, permanece sentado à espera que alguém lhe consiga descoser o lábio superior do inferior e o ensine de novo a movê-los.(à espera.) "lembro-me"- dizia ofegante e repentinamente -"lembro-me de ti, de quando eras novo e quando sentias as veias do mundo a gritar-te adrenalina e as vias também a sorrir sofregamente por mais um soco no reflexo
Excerto de ti - parte IEstive a privar-me de sono e agora que não suporto do peso das pálpebrasentendo que te substituí pelo estado letárgico de quem agarra no seu próprio pescoço e encena o exercício de ruptura.
A foto pronto acho que ta mt boa .. mas isso ja ela sabe
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está lindo, Maria...
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Um obrigada, Teresa.