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softenedthe sky whispers,
ribbons of crystalline quiet,
same shade as the angel dust
you shivered every time we were
alone.

in the darkness, we were
sorry birds searching for
open dawns. you, the
swan, me, the
raven,
black as night and
just as hopeful.

and there were poems
written in your skin, universes
blooming in your hands; your eyes
were a December sunrise saving me
from any sleep.

I’ve decided that
people are a composition of
all their greatest memories—and you,
you were always the most
beautiful piece of
me.

LongingIt is far too lascivious and cruel,
the way the glint in
your unnerving stare commands me to come hither
yet your lips
keep pulsing with isolated, rigid greetings
like you were pushed to a dare of some sort.
But still, I know better
by the sometimes welling that form at
the corners of your eyes
- which you try your best to hide, and
by your ocean-deep sighs that
your longing goes past your matting lashes
and mascara tinted tears.

It is never easy, hiding
everything I desire inside of little words
like "Hello" and "Goodbye" when
all I really want to do is let it out,
set it free, and
chain myself to your everything
with words I shouldn't spea

LongingIt is far too lascivious and cruel,
the way the glint in
your unnerving stare commands me to come hither
yet your lips
keep pulsing with isolated, rigid greetings
like you were pushed to a dare of some sort.
But still, I know better
by the sometimes welling that form at
the corners of your eyes
- which you try your best to hide, and
by your ocean-deep sighs that
your longing goes past your matting lashes
and mascara tinted tears.

It is never easy, hiding
everything I desire inside of little words
like "Hello" and "Goodbye" when
all I really want to do is let it out,
set it free, and
chain myself to your everything
with words I shouldn't spea

AirI want to lose myself
in an illogical need
for love.

I want to remember
to forget
how to breathe.

What is Air
if 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 which

Knock the desolate sounds of blood, coming together sliding back and forth like oozing drips of

Honey such a pastoral scene hidden beneath the charm of the shadows, from which love abides

Like a melody composed of two lovers, only now to see lights fading away, with feelings going far

Away with such perception, what deviant ways perceive as to disregard, and leave only now to

Sleep 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: ¬¬ Marie
Marie: 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 OoOoOo
Marie: *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 contactos
Marie: o metiste grabadora

~I shall never stop loving thee~My powdered lips shall kiss thee through this ever lasting love
your beauty intensifies my satisfaction
O, tis' be you my darling, my one and sweet caressed heart
Shoot a bullet through my skull, tis' only the most dainty way I show thou love for thee.

Thy heart shall never stop beating for thee
He, be this time were I shall daunt my passion for thee.
so soft and abase
how I feel sorry for thee
trapped by endless monsoons of terror
let me hold thee and love you endlessly

Will thy be my lover?
Be my daunty heart?
If thy say Ye, then I eternal happiness shall last forever

Be thy love and I shall take care of thee forever
Never 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 sung
A paper never drawn
A game never won
A man never loved

A flower that moves
A bird on my hair
A tree always blue
Spring
one love
two souls
my world
and you.

There Is A PlaceTaste my lips let them consume my lust
There is no one so important than you
Maybe it silly but I believe in second chances
I know the riddles of your heart, the way to keep you smiling
There is a place for us, a place where no others have found with you
There is a door and the sign says “True”
I've tried to tell you love exist beyond me
I know its hard to believe, I've seen you happy
I touched you like no other has
I have looked the other way when you found a bit of happiness
I walked on by with a hint of uncertainty
Can't you see the truth in what I say, seeing our certainty?
There no place for us in the hearts of others
When th

~Love~Love is like power
its strong but can only last so long...

Many people believe there is a red string connected with your soul mate
But strings can snap eventually...

Golden hearts connected together.
Then to rust and break...

love can make you happy and positive
but also sad and negative
very 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 shut
But make the keys worst hiders than I am a seeker
While 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 hair

I go closer and snuggle..
This time my head
is gently on your shoulder
You snuggle back into my neck
Looking at your face, then your eyes
Your eyes are looking at my lips
I gently grab your chin and lift

I 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 more
Slowly but gently kissing
explosions of emotions
Beams of sweat on palms
We part away for a second

We kiss again with more confidence
touching 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 right
so 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

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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
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e

quando a voz te abandonar
bastará entregares-me um par de mãos

com o número um numa e o número dois noutra

digo-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 insatisfeitas
para que te não gastasse o discurso finito

percorria o caminho que os pés me indicavam
e 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 ficávamos
a 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.
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nas peles um do outro
percorrem os trilhos
de centímetros em inúmeras noites
descobertas

e

a cada descoberta a noite
estagna

se baixares a cabeça

e

ouvires atentamente
o silêncio que me invade
de cada vez que
as minhas pestanas se movem
vais entender

e

reproduzir a aceleração caótica do meu peito

que 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

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Excerto de ti - parte I

by ~MaryStone, Dec 27, 2006, 2:43:52 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

Estive a privar-me de sono e agora que não suporto do peso das pálpebras
entendo que te substituí pelo estado letárgico de quem agarra no seu próprio pescoço e encena
o exercício de ruptura.

Excerto de ti - parte Iby ~MaryStone

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

Título: Excerto de ti - parte I

Fotografia de:

- Joana Velhinho

Texto de: Maria Rocha

(Junho de 2006)

~dYaRT Jan 17, 2007 Hobbyist Photographer

Epa mesmo nao percebendo a finalidade das palavras, gostei lol ..secalhar foi apenas o som delas no meu ouvido mas pronto gostei lol. (sou estranho)

A foto pronto acho que ta mt boa .. mas isso ja ela sabe

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~A-Boneca Dec 28, 2006

perfeito *

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~Silvio-Pleno Dec 28, 2006

Tantas interpretações se podem tirar...

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~punhal Dec 27, 2006

entrei nesse estado letárgico depois de ler-te. e a imagem não 'ajudou'.

perfeito *

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~MaryStone Dec 27, 2006

Que comentar de volta quando é exactamente isso que se pretende?

Beijo. *

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!ankaur Dec 27, 2006

como é que adivinhaste?

_{está lindo, Maria...}

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~MaryStone Dec 27, 2006

Adivinhei?

: )

Um obrigada, Teresa.

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