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trick candle emotions_cthere are faces that don't exist
and love letters never written
down and we will shout until
tree tops crumble and branches
sway, until spines snap and
vertebrae break.

there are hearts dissolving
in the atmosphere, and ribcages
rusting down on main street,
and hearts were never meant
to breathe on their own, but
we never did learn how to love.

we are people in two separate
worlds with two different
definitions of the same words
and screaming is like killing
to me and laughing is like
drowning to you and we compute
on a daily occasion, through
error messages at least.

we're breaking the world between
our palms to wa

third degree lie burn.i told myself i wouldn't write this.

i sat in the chair that smells nothing like you and stared at the wall with the pictures you were never in, and told myself in a hundred [that's a lie; it was only ten] different ways that this piece would never come to be. the bruised words would die in the back of my mind next to the cobwebbed dreams and whimsical wishes of years past. quarantined [such poison should never permeate the cracked veneer of faded dreams], but left to decay all the same.

alas! my disobedient fingers are rebellious and they dragged them out. they threw their cursing, blinking, protesting forms in the sunlight and left them t

dear t, love m_cDear M, I used to wonder if the collision of our skin would be the ignition of rapidfire passions, the birth of brilliant starlight in the cold of loneliness, of suffocating space. I used to imagine that the heat of your breath would spill across my tongue, and reignite the cold ashes in my lungs. I used to hope that the sway of my skeleton and the clacking of my bones could be a rhythm you would stay around and dance to. I used to dream of us on moonlit beaches, sleeping on the waves and swimming through the sand. I used to do a lot of things, but your shiver-up-my-spine smile tends to drag my thoughts out to quieter seas.

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Dear T, I used

first-class funeral cheers.stick a post-it note on my head and stick me in a drawer as if you'll remember me in the morning. but you won't. not unless i cry, not unless i scream, not unless i throw my words against the walls until you hear the pulse, hear the beat of millions of phrases and definitions and images as wild as jungle throats and murdered lemons.

beautiful and tragic, gorgeous and oh, my word, isn't she a genius? but they all boil down to one thing: you're gone. you aren't here. your absence is everywhere. i've erased the ends of my fingertips because they look lonely; i've shoved my hands in the garbage disposal because that's all i am. it's not pathetic

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dear apollo.your skin is hot enough to ignite this entire world and yet you sleep curled against my frostbitten shoulder blades. you burn in your slumber and i spend my night beating the sparking, smoldering edges of our cotton sheets. myths written on linen and stone describe you as golden with dawn-skin and honey-eyes, but lover, i know you for the truth. you are the charcoal of where the sun has pressed too close, the passion of the wildfire's wake. you are the olive branches of peace and the violence of the charred leaves. you are staining my forearms with the feral licks of your ink-hair and are painting my sides with the soot of your fingertips.

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flame of the fear.if you wanted to know the truth, you would know that i am hardly ever truthful.

i am a master of deceit, a fiend of dishonesty. my tongue silver and my teeth poison, and the ugly truth of the matter is that i spend so much time swallowing my own tales that i fear i am rotting with disease from the inside out. i can't stand to look in the mirror because it's looking into the face of my greatest enemy and the reflection is ugly and cracked like the worn sole of the nomad. the truth hurts like the exactness of a blade through dead flesh around a gaping wound. i am a liar and i am lying to myself. i cannot find my pulse and when i can, it's only

graveyard haunt.ten minutes before, and you are holding my hands in concrete parking structures. cars are melting into gray, obscure oblivion and i can taste your heart on the wind. you are whispering words that sound like blank storybooks, pressing truths into my clenched, desperate fists. you kiss my chest and kiss my fingers and you kiss my lips and you kiss my salty eyelashes. i am shaking and pleading and you are straightening my spine. you are a whisper and you are the wind and you are a face in the backseat window. you are taking my humanity and you are leaving my hunger and you are planting needs in my pores and letting me deal with the oncoming weed

bleeding miles, oceans thick_ci speak all these words in one breath. my mind drips- skin falls to pieces and lands in a pair of hands. the rain washes it away and it's gone, but it flickers like lightbulbs. flickers on and off in my stomach, in my head, in my heart. it's a thunderstorm, it's bleeding into waves. i walked down the hallway and kept my hands in my pockets the whole time. i dream inside my dreams. i have dreams in your bedroom that the forests cry. you kiss me until i cry. liquid sadness down my thighs. it's like breathing in space when you're not here.

(my heart is a drum and my hands cannot keep the beat. my heart is a bird that my bones cannot cage. you a

love will burn this city.it's the same old fire, the same old burn; i'm building castles from words and watching as the flames swallow mortar and stone. the walls are breached and ascending armies are slipping on my heart as they race up the winding stairs. i am locked in the tower and pushing my head into the pluming smoke clouds just for a chance of clean air. i am quaking with fears and devoured with doubts, my spine is a puzzle i can't figure out and the second i have it straight is the second i'm spread-eagle on the floor once more.

my palms are the source of the wildfires in the western hemisphere and my heart is the spawning ground of all the eastern plagues.

you whisper my name.morning birds flock
to the window and we
are two prayers encased
in cotton sheets: pale,
freckled limbs tangled
like the dawning willow.

(bom dia bonito)

you whisper my name
into the peachfuzz curve
at the base of my neck.

(mi corazon)

you whisper my name
in the goosebumped flesh
in the valley of my navel.

(ma chérie)

you whisper my name
into the meeting arrows
of angel blades

(amore mio)

you whisper without a sound
as we sink deeper, you murmer
with anchored lips and stilled
tongue and your voice is a river
as we inch towards cherry
wood headboards.

(du är kärleken i mitt liv)

i am drunk off

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_{{"a light shining through
you're barely waking
and I'm tangled up in you, yeah"
--howie day

so, this is a collaboration with =tramirez89
he was...fantastic to work with :]
expect many more collabs in the future.
[his version: [link] ]

for the record: yes, tony is very much the reason i've been happy lately. he will be for a very, very long time.

also: his jacket practically eats me alive. it's huge. which is what i get for him being eighteen hundred feet tall.}

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~dollll Aug 30, 2010

can i use your photo as a stock?
you resemble me and my fiance

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~KnockMeOutt Jun 11, 2010

Wow. I havn't been on deviant for quite a while and this is what I've been missing out on?
This is gorgeous <3

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~Shewolf21 May 14, 2010

asdklasjd! SO CUTE! <3
I am happy for you!

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=corina90 May 14, 2010

thank you soso much

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~Shewolf21 May 14, 2010

(: I just.... AHW!

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~Dani-the-Naiad May 13, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

this photo pops with chemistry - it's intense!

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=corina90 May 13, 2010

oh, thank you!

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~Dani-the-Naiad May 14, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

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~livingdawn812 May 9, 2010

With many others, I'm in agreement that the two of you look wonderful together. The background breathes both mystery and romance to a picture that already does a magnificent job of standing out, in a good way!

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=corina90 May 10, 2010

thank you

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