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Because suddenly your veins are boiling to the point you think you’re about to vaporize in the ignorant laughter of the crowds And the roar of the crowds rise like a tide of fire, raining on your skin, burning holes through superficiality Because it’s like your brain is reaching plasticity ... - Fiction > All Fictionwhat makes you different from the rest of the warm bodies, all the limbs and noses and eyes and feet, wrapped in their winter outfits? i know you- are different- the focal point of a busy scene- because i once felt your warmth and i can memorize the freckles spilling over your cheekbones like a lops...
- Poetry > Free Versepaint me a river- shadow of a solitary cat thrown against the wall tear the solitude asunder; rippling pleasure a tale of two cities untold; a coldness plunging three miles deep into antarctia's tears apparition of the latenight goodbyes, repeated verse of a nation wandering i c...
- Fiction > RomanceLet me dissect your thoughts and analyze the emptiness ensconced between your spine, let me break it apart like the spine of a brand new dictionary let me swallow your sorrow. I will stretch out my arms and my embrace will be wider than the Nile river, burning more ardently than the Gobi des...
- Fiction > RomanceWe are two lost souls withered away by the swords that have bruised us deeply, immensely But we have yet to stand. And we will stand, fueled by the stars above in the limitless sky and the earth tumbling beneath our feet, the shivering mountains, and the sea, beaten up and abused since their birt...
- Fiction > Romancei. "is the sun ever lonely?" "what?" the walls breathe, torrid with heat. and the windowpanes, they spin, sheathed opaque with rising smoke. she slid her fingers up his arched piano spine, exhaling soft dirges into his left ear. "you know, the sun is so alone ...
- Fiction > All FictionRemembering i. I rarely remember the bridge and that only lonely evening, where the season was changing its colors, and I stood, like the children stood on snowy days, looking out the window, at those two flocks of geese soaring past the city bridge. I rarely remember the section of the b...
- Poetry > Free Versei can't stop comparing your thin arms to the tree branches haunting me outside my bedroom the aloof night sky painting itself into a summer's confession against my frostbitten windowglass the same one i gazed out into endless dandelion fields what are we ? wasting days withou...
- Poetry > Free Versetacit lies are not lies, white silence is not surrender only fire can douse my fire, a wildfire: cadence of your silences, {between words} speak to me; mercurial are these cadences in your silences, been fermenting in my mind ;for a w h i l e white lies are the best lies, where wa...
- Poetry > Free VerseLoneliness is a fetish of ours, Singing birds, stardust fluttering in our ribcage, Quiescent ones once taciturn, but now clangorous--- Saturnine songs are the ones they know, soaring through a perennial chase. Serene were these rivers I once conducted, to confluence Over and over, tide over...
- Poetry > Free VerseYou were in love with the sea's shadow, With the seashores sporadically effaced by white foam, we'd pretend our feet were like powerful razor blades, slicing the sand until it wept. I felt such an ardent wave inside of me, Like I could topple the skyscrapers of Chicago into the ocean, and d...
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