. . .and another year fades away. . .
StuckI'm okay when everything is not okay"...
Going to see Tori this month!
~laurapalmer
is full of secretsSam
Newest
Samby ~laurapalmer
Mourning DoveThe Mourning DoveMourning Dove
She cries out on the wasted air
a lamentation. The most hunted bird in North America, she lays but two eggs,
only two.
If the clutch should grow,
it is another female’s
eggs invading her nest. Adorned with gray feathers to
blend with the fog she weaves her poorly crafted nest
with her man standing
on her back.
She takes flight and her wings
whistle. She soars at 55 miles per hour then falls to avoid the forest raptor,
a hawk who wants her meat.
Elliptical wings are curious things.
by ~laurapalmer
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loss is the landscapeAnything could be liquor right now. A tight swallow down a swollen throat. It could be sweetness and transmute in milliseconds to bitter-water. This is the plague that affects all parts of the flesh when loss is the landscape.loss is the landscape
I don't hold it against the ones who start chopping the trees or stomach mud to see if it's real. We often want to go back to sleep. It's hard to recieve The Over. Everlasting is the dream we all do dream.
by ~seraphjordan
...Rachel.........Underneath the stars With still develed wings; slumbered fireflies Tonight... The moon is half empty And still beautiful Beautiful like me without her Devouring the fruits of decay She fucked me silver So i "strangled" her gold I shattered my muse....... ------- The pillow i carried turned to stone five miles back Tears blurry with confusion My fingers-entwined through her tangled threads of woven hair Filth- no more than she already was- gathers, Drags along, joining her naked body A pit to the left- "RESERVED" - for her shattered soul One l...Rachel.........
by ~CornMuffin
InanaYou say, "him and him", and I know you're truly lost. Then there I am, sockless and out of breath, with my heavy hand and my heavy hand. And I know we're one -- all of us, one. You say "blessed" and "these are the ties" and "yes, this is hard" -- you bet your life it is.Inana
Here's Jesus Christ now, naked and deadly and beautiful as cancer, crying, "Daddy, daddy, please don't let me die." And Tori sings, "Oh, these little earthquakes" - no, not much, not much at all. Listen, listen: this is how angels fall, this is how light spills through cracks in the sky.
Oh,
by `xork
alliesshe just defined it for me that time when the cruel boy kissed me in front of the tv angry pressing against my lips and the silence that followed it our lover had taken herself away betrayed us with a killing left us both in exquisite pain with no one to cry to for our own unforgiving betrayals deemed selfish girl and cruel boy worthless and so she defines it: allies in darkness.allies
by ~seraphjordan
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