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2012.02.20 plop Ahhh....2012.02.20 plop by ~Metatetron
my love is not
Just over .
The mirror reflects
Only me.
Through tears' shimmering
A kaleidescope of her ghosts.
Flicker, fade, flicker, fade
To block memory's sight
I hang my head.
Her voice whispers my name
From the still waters in the sink.
Rippling with each drop
Each, plop, of my hearts rain,
She is away from me..
I will know no peace this day.
Tremors There are no tremors in the skyline today,Tremors by *thewesternwoods
no apocalyptic shake down vibrating to the
masses. There is no reason to pray when
faced with only sunny intervals, this rain isn't
enough to soak our sub conscious with doubt
and self worry. We feel only warmth from our
snatches of sunshine. God doesn't exist when
our days are cloudless.
But when it rains, in sheets and torrents,
every beggar becomes Jesus
and every madman a prophet, our ways to worm
to the core of God become magnified. The prayers
increase, hysteria rises. Does satisfaction begin
and end with a reason for praying?
And are we judged by our reaction to thunderous skies
Ashes I've felt it tooAshes by *thewesternwoods
This needle thread throbbing.
The soaring palpitations that echo
To a violent crash.
We're not strangers you and I,
Despite the vast sprawling oceans.
We've known the same fated demons,
worshipped the same corpse coloured sky.
I've felt you here too, in the pauses between
My actions, in the spaces between words when
Silence should've been enough, but now isn't.
I've looked for you to mirror my meaning,
To nod your head in appreciation.
My own approval is now not enough,
I turn to you instead of turning to myself.
I don't know where I begin anymore.
If we feel the same tremors, know the same
Haunted abyss and
your skin. i loved the way we left our bodies,your skin. by ~poetic-abortion
bare
to show.
to feel
what warm
could be.
what need means.
or the push
of
hearts
against
ribs.
(my reminder.)
my fingers are telling me,
ill never feel
a touch
like this again.
that
no ones
lips
will ever
fit
this perfectly.
can i push my face
against yours,
and
feel your hands
fill the holes?
can i have
your skin?
your skin.
your skin.
your
skin
on me,
until i cant breathe?
i pull to you.
pull clothes,
pull ties,
pull
closer.
tell me
youll never
leave.
tell me
we
can
sink
into the grass
until
we are
green.
until our voices
make different
sounds
Overwhelmed 
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