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start earthquakes.run, darling, run. run to the
river and let the moon
bring down a milky glow
that reminds you of home.
run down the railroad
tracks and let them tell
you stories of echoing

desolation and the women
who once gave it all for
men who didn't even know
their names. run into the
ocean and fill your
lungs with saltwater
until you're choking

tsunamis and memories and
salvation up onto the
shore. run through the
hurricane until the wind
tastes like wisdom and
your tongue still rejects
the bitter aftertaste.

run.

run away from things you
thought you once knew and
the people who let you
believe you knew them. run
away from th
we are a sunrise.we are no more than a softly whispered if.

we are smoke rings in the dark, soap bubbles on the lip of the water. we are bright eyes and shy fingers touching through the veil of introductions. we are racing side by side down separate book aisles, not calling out to one another but comforted in the echo of each others' pulse. we are strangers who aren't strange to one another at all, promises scrawled in folded pieces of paper, slipped under door cracks in the middle of the night.

possibilities are glowing iridescent between us, eyes overbright as we dance circles around one another. we're shoved into rooms filtered with sundust, lips praying
you'll think of me.you're going to miss me.

when the night is silent and you can't hear anything but the beatbeatbeating of your heart against your ribcage, you're going to remember me. you're going to remember how my voice dropped to smoke when i was tired. the way i hesitated before diving, trembling even as i grabbed your hand and pulled us over the edge. the way i blushed and bit my lip, the way i tried to filter what i was going to say but always ended up saying it regardless.

and when the moon whitewashes your walls, you're going to think of me. you're going to think of the way i stood in the middle of the highway watching you leave. the way i looked in
delilah whispers secrets.delilah doesn't believe in emergencies, only in miracles.

she spends twelve hours out of every twenty four practicing the perfect inhale but hasn't quite mastered the exhale, so she'll often spend her days walking around with all of her gold-dust wishes still trapped in her lungs. if you ask she'll just smile, tell you they're immature anyway and if she doesn't mind their company why would she mind them still living at home? she's convinced they'll move out when they're ready to face the world.

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delilah thinks cloud watching is exactly how it sounds.

she'd rather be chasing them over the horizon and stuffing them in her pockets, because
hello, beautiful.these are the times i will always remember:

walking through crowded coffee shops to see you sitting in the corner, steaming cups on the table and bright eyes lighting up the room. hellos tripping over my tongue, shy glances and bitten lips, toes curling in my shoes. hearing your baritone voice for the first time, tying my lips into knots as i fumbled over the introductions.

sitting on my bed, shaking the walls with laughter, your arms holding me close into the curve of your body. driving with the windows down while holding hands, the wind painting butterflies on my neck.

not knowing a thing about you but wanting to pick up the candle and e
if i had the words.you should know, i've never struggled for words before.

i've spent my life welding and mixing them, chopping the corners up to make them be whatever i wanted them to be. but when it comes to you, i always manage to fall short, reduced to hallmark cards and hollow sayings that are trying to be something they will never be. cheap words puffing up their chests and trying to be something grand and sublime. attempting to wear a plastic crown and order the ocean into submission.

so this isn't easy, i'm not weaving words out of thin air.

instead, i'm wrenching them from between my teeth and exposing them to their inaugural sunlight. i'm cracking
when i say one day.one day, i'll smile when i remember you.

if the winds of change have stopped blowing and i find myself tossed out of the gusts, i'll smooth back my hair and sink to the ground. and if it is silent where i sit, i'll close my eyes and face the memories i've been running from. i'll remember the way you ducked your head when you laughed or contorted your face to catch me off guard. i'll remember the way you could slip a word into a conversation that would completely derail me and how you'd use your next breath to scoop me back up.  i'll remember the way i was never sure of where i stood with you but how i always knew i didn't want to b
instead of breathing.it's a quarter to three and twenty minutes past any hope for sleep tonight.

instead, i am singing to the walls and pulling the stars in to light up the corners in my room. instead, i am writing your name in cursive and whispering secrets in gaelic and pinning my heart to the ceiling because it reminds me that life is beautiful. instead, i am making lists of things i want to tell you, lists of a hundred and two different ways to breathe that still leave me breathless whenever you're around.

instead, i am thinking of things like:

how when you talk, you mold the air between your hands like you're painting a picture that only i can see. how wh
i'm choking.i am sitting with smoking nerves and
frayed circuit wires, everything i don't
know knotting together for me to choke
on.

if there is a door, i can't find it.
if there is an answer, i'm unaware.

instead i am falling to my knees and
crawling under the smoke, eyes watering
and knuckles bleeding. no closer to the end
than when i had begun.

if i had the courage, i'd crack open your ribs
and get the answer for myself. if i was brave,
i'd simply reach over and pinch the truth from
your tongue.

or i'd just tie my heart to the railroad tracks
and wait for you to save it. wait for you
to cradle it and whisper that the time for
what if i forgot_cwhat if i lost you
amongst sea weed
and wheat fields
and what if field
mice whispered
your whereabouts
through my ear drums
and caressed my memory
with your words.

[what if i was to whisper sweet nothings
in your ear until you lost your feet and
floated instead? what if i grabbed your hand
and pulled it through my chest, let you push
aside my ribs and get lost in me?]

what if i taught you
how to love and how
to cry and how to
express your emotions
like cyanide sinking
through teeth, and filing
into your pink gums.

[what if i pulled you inside out and painted
the backside of your skin with coral and wind
and hear
aurora's melody.sweet dawn-breath washes across
lily-lips, sweeps over curved necks
and beckons forth murmured hellos
over white-washed cotton linens

curtains flutter through sunshine's
pale fingers, breezes trailing down
exposed spines, wrapping gently
around tender newborn laughter

tangled and loose curls frame slack
faces, twisted sheets roping around
freckled limbs, hearts flowing slowly in
dreamy, languid waves in ocean-chests

mouths sink together for sunrise's
prayer, moving through the hallelujah
with breathless care, cheeks coming to
rest next to one another with a sigh

the world breathes deep, the world
exhales, constellations shif
we're breaking fate.i'm crying but there are no tears; i'm laughing but there is no sound.

music is playing but i can't cage the beat. i'm just sitting in the middle of a wind storm and counting the seconds to sleep. counting the seconds until i fly. counting the seconds until i can see your face again. because your mouth is like whiskey and i'm always under the influence whenever you're around. ohoh, if i had the words, i'd give them all to you in a beat of my stuttering heart. because you always know that everything i want is everything you have and everything i have is already yours.

i can't keep myself from you. i can't keep myself from the flames but i'm
i'm breathing without lungs.don't apologize. i can't breathe. i collapsed on the stairs at a quarter to two and i haven't found my feet yet. please help me up. please push me down. i think i'm letting my lungs collapse. i think i just spit up saltwater. is the carpet staining? i need you to grab my hand. i need you to hold my lungs together. i need you. i need you.

is it night yet? i can't see the stars. i can't feel the wind. my skin is numb and my eyes are on fire and i'm sitting in the middle of a room without windows and i can't breathe. why aren't you listening? can't you hear me? i'm choking on regrets. i'm choking on my spine. i'm coughing up alcohol from last n
i can't see the sky.i hate the word lonely.

it dries out my mouth like i had tried to swallow tumbleweeds, it scratches the back of my throat like i'm trying to regurgitate memories from an empty stomach. it leaves me sitting in the middle of an empty room and wishing the ceiling would cave in because then at least i'd be able to watch the stars.

instead i'm just laying on top of the covers pretending to count them in the drywall and imagining what it would feel like to have your arm behind the curve in my neck. instead i'm closing my eyes and listening to the suction in my veins because i am hollow and caving in. i keep painting you with rich, lush adjectives
i'm injecting this love song.dear ribs,

thank you for protecting what i hold most precious. thank you for blocking the bigger blows, absorbing the momentum with a shock and a shudder. i know it isn't easy to stand guard, but i breathe easy knowing you're there to shield me. maybe someday i'll unlock you at the clavicle and open you up, but for now: stay strong.

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dear fingers,

thank you for never complaining when i shove you into all my messes. thank you for working through the worst of the damage, straightening up my mistakes with surgical precision. i know it's hard working solo but i have such confidence in you. maybe someday we'll find someone that'll fill up you
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temptation never tasted.

:iconcorina90:

if i'm the smoke in the middle
of the night then you're the fire
that's daring to breathe me into the
stars. and if i'm the steam fogging

up the windows, then you're
the ravaging fingers on sweat-
slicked flesh that's birthing it.
because neither of us are sweet

summer lullabies or gentle may
showers. no, we're nail-bitten
hips and saltwater-lips knocking
over vases and shoving devil-wing

shoulders into the wall. we're
pillaging hunger and insatiable greed,
sinning our way through poetic silence.
we're taking what we want and be

damned what stands in the way.
we're a wildfire tearing down
the forest, a hurricane ripping
the roofs off of the greater

metropolitan area. we're an
unnatural disaster, colliding in
an explosion of sparks and metal.
we're igniting the world until it burns

to the ground, we're wringing out the
ocean. we're standing in the middle
of the dust-hazed war zone we've
created and all we can notice is heat.
:iconcorina90:
{"there's fire in your fingertips
flames in your touch
desire in your burning lips
can't get enough
today was a scorcher
but i'll go you one better
tonight when we get together
we're gonna make steam"
--ty herndon

full title: temptation never tasted so bittersweet.
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~linxinpei Mar 18, 2012  Student Writer
For me my absolute favourite line was the last one: 'we're standing in the middle of the dust-hazed war zone we've created and all we can notice is heat'. It's dizzying, almost, the way the lines flow into one another, the repetition of 'we're'. No doubt it conveys the sensation of being utterly lost in one another. Really intense, suffocating yet freeing at the same time :love:
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=corina90 Mar 20, 2012
that's always been a line that i've been fond of - i'm so glad that you like it too!
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~SkyBlueTattoo Jan 3, 2010
I can't even find the words to describe how much I love this. :heart:
I tried to find one thing to point out that I liked the most, but I love it all so much. The imagery is intense, and somehow the rough thrill that the poem described still felt as smooth as silk as I read it.
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=corina90 Jan 3, 2010
oh, thankyousomuch.
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~SkyBlueTattoo Jan 3, 2010
You're very welcome.
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Mood: Lust ~peridot-magelette Dec 25, 2009
you know this is sexy as hell, right?
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=corina90 Dec 25, 2009
well, i was going for that so :blush: i'm glad
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~peridot-magelette Dec 25, 2009
and i was glad to read it again! nice thing about trying to prune my favourites is i get to read your best work again :)
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*AlterEgo1629 Dec 10, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
The imagery in this is intense. It felt like a whirlwind and while reading I couldn't stop, had to keep going. Beautiful.
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