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A malady called imaginationonce you told me that you found me at the corner of loneliness and caramel skies and maybe you thought that was something poetic, but i was only lying on half-fledged city parks the first day i met you and it wasn't poetic at all.A malady called imagination
after that i started to write about blackblack skies and monotone freedom and you read and nod, read and nod, and say: "how can freedom be monotone?" and kiss me roughly, proving once again all your mistakes.
when i stopped writing at all, it was because my dictionary was lost in your alwaystalking mouth and in the creased fragments of forgotten clothes. it was only after two more months yo
by ~Wiemberlien
Damnation and dallianceyou keep asking me what's wrong, but there are no words to tell you that there'sDamnation and dalliance
nothing wrong and that i'm only waiting for things to fall apart again.
(my weakness is that i'm not vulnerable enough to get to me and your hope is that someday i will break.)
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i'm sorry for already believing that this will never be more than one-direction desire and
looking back and back again.
you think i wanna hurt you and you blame me (blame me, like that time i didn't show up, but i'm not to blame for things i don't know about).
we're drea
by ~Wiemberlien
Prayers into eternityfirst we made fun of it and then you made me push the wheelchair through white hallways, through old women dressed in blue, through pain and possible loss.Prayers into eternity
we laughed and cried and you blamed me for crying, but i could only blame god for letting go on you.
i never considered god as one of my friends, but here he made me lose faith in him and in everything i ever believed in.
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i used to send prayers into eternity, hoping they would be answered, but they wouldn't.
i used to send prayers, while digging my nails into my skin,
while crying my heart
by ~Wiemberlien
It's not always okayi lied down next to you in your a-little-too-comfortable bed and you curled into yourself like you were something vulnerable that would break if i would touch it.It's not always okay
we pretended to be asleep, but both of us knew that we were clearly awake and that we only used the darkness as a lame excuse to match our bodies together into twisted movements of death and sleep.
"what are we doing?" i asked, like a seven-year-old who is afraid that her mother would let go of her if she didn't hold on so tightly.
maybe we would break. "it doesn't matter," was all he said, softly. but maybe it wa
by ~Wiemberlien
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Every night I would have a conversation with God. He would come over, quarter past seven, and crawl through my window. Then we would sit down on these cheap aluminum chairs around this old wooden table. He would pull out a stack of cards and shuffle them, over and over again. We would discuss anything, over a game of cards and a drink. And after a drink or two you could get him to talk about anything. One night he told me about how he would sit around
by `rebelchic
the lwwdI used to take long walks with Destiny. Those long late-night walks when it was just starting to get cool outside and the moon could be seen hiding behind thin layers of clouds. I liked taking those walks. Listening to the rustle of the leaves on the empty streets while the wind warms the body. It was nights like that I loved. But Destiny was always changing. Evolving into something different each time I saw him. Sometimes his eyes were blue, sometimes they were brown or green. These little things told me he was trying something new. The little changes are the ones that told me his mood. While the big ones caused catastrophes.the lwwd
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by `rebelchic
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- Current Residence: A kingdom far-far away
- Interests: Enjoying life
- Favourite movie: La vite e bella
- Favourite band or musician: Franz ferdinand, the filthy youth
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative
- Favourite artist: Salvador dali
- Favourite poet or writer: Stephen king & e.e. cummings & charles bukowski
- MP3 player of choice: iPod nano <3
- Favourite game: Singstar
- Favourite cartoon character: The fox&the hound
- Personal Quote: It's only after we've lost everything, that we're free to do anything
- Email: Kim.Hartman@hotmail.com
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