| My attempt at the July Haikuthon. Will be updated daily. Uhm. Hope it's not too much fail. ^_^ |
| My attempt at the July Haikuthon. Will be updated daily. Uhm. Hope it's not too much fail. ^_^ |


safeyour eyes are tired, darling. and the waning sunlight is reflecting from your soft brown iris' and it's dancing frown lines into your smilesafe
autumn leaves are a choir singing quiet melodies to the sound of your breath. brown and yellow and red and passion and this is almost everything
we're the sound of hope and the look of freedom and we are just us. you're soft under my hands and when you lay in my arms you feel honest.
you're the type of person that i
would want to fall asleep next to
and your soft whisper in my ears
to the rise


fuckyour hips bucked in wild exultation, and i kissed and moaned and whispered confessionsfuck
into your ears. clothes and bottles and legality were merely decorations on the floor. you liked scratching red marks into my skin. it was your way of pleading [god] for forgiveness.
you got off biting grafiti into untouched skin and something about the fact that this was not quite right reminded you of lillies and the taste of me on your tongue when i'd drive you to incoherency.
we exchanged sugar coated kisses underneath your fathers truck and you liked how my hands wou


animalstears glow in vespertine purple hands of a child that used to be are captured in liquid memories on a wallanimals
from this hall it is written, we know who we are we are animals.
your face is a rainbow,
green iris looks with knowing regret purple cheeks and blue
neck, this is not you this is
not you this is what he did to you.
no comfort is he


July Haikuathon1) Summer heat drives us wild with lust; delusion.July Haikuathon
2) A volcano's fire is not as hot as the heat between you and me.
3) Whispers in the wind, leaves fall and autumn rises.
4) Stars fall to earth in a blaze of white lightning
night slowly falls, wrapping me in black.
5) The sky weeps for blood shed in vain.
6) Cotton fields grow sweat drops, blood falls.
whips sound in
the distance; captured.
this time,
| i have thoughts like this: it's a twist and tango of hope and adoration and love and lust, to the point where. They are people that you admire, in the sense that you like who they are, and why they are. And, their personality has pro's and con's but you know that they're just human. It's simply the desire of two people to be together, for as long as they can. And not regretting it. i think that.. the part of us that we hide. it's just the part of us we're most afraid of losing and revealing yourself to the world is considered not brave, not heroic, it's considered suicidal. we can't deal with that much loss. "all the honest moments in life are the ones we never wanted, but all the moments we always hoped for are the ones we never remember" honest moment: the first time you get told that you're something more. moment hoped for: saying you love someone . eventually, you forget the first time you said you love someone. but, you never forget the first person who looked you in your eyes, and said "you're something more, really, you are." add me on msn, if you want. i like talking. |
Thanks for the watch! Xx
You're work is great.
ownage
x x x
Xyi
so. suck. on it.
like mushu does.
bitch.
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