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sinning tongues still confess.[one] i just hope that you know that you are beautiful.
i hope when you’re looking into the mirror and are
bemoaning pale cheeks and angled eyes that you know
these are the things that make you the most breathtaking.
and when the ones you trust turn their backs, realize that
they are the ones lacking: not you. i hope you know that
you are intelligent and compassionate and all together
lovely. you are every single thing that every single person
should aspire to be.

[two] i wish you knew how i would fold at the knees like
faded denim if you weren’t there to hold me up. i wish
i had the words to tell you that you’re

gamble on me.hey boy,

i think you should know that you’re twisting my spine into knots and clogging up my arteries and the least you could do is give me a second of your time. i think you should give me a chance. you should know that you make my hands itch when you smile because i want to brush my thumb over your cheekbones. that my shoulders are trembling because i can imagine them resting against your chest, the idea of the warmth shotgunning straight to my nerves.

i think you should know you’re making a relatively sane girl misplace her mind.

and i know you’re so much more than you’ll ever imagine, that you are making me tangle w

this one's for you.because you are keeping my legs from folding.

because when i am tired, i am leaning on you, when i am sad, i am crawling into your comfort. because you are hooking my lips and pulling them into a smile, building a fire in the belly of my soul and warming me from the inside out.

because when i am lost, you are pointing in the right direction, when i am shaking, you’re holding my hand and whispering it will be alright.

and because when i’m incoherent you’re closing your eyes and saying my rambling sounds a little like a creek. because when i’m jumping from thought to thought without leaving a trail, you’re laughing a

it's not enough.i will never regret running into the freeway.

if i am gasping for air, pressing my palms against my chest, holding myself together, you will never find me wishing i hadn't done it. if i am sticking my fingers in my sides to staunch the bleeding, limping down gravel roads, barefoot and wild-eyed, you will only see me grimace and smile. tell you it was a hell of a ride. tell you when that car collided with my kneecaps, i tasted heaven in the wind yanked from my lungs.

and you won't ever find me lamenting jumping into the fire.

if i am smoldering and smoking, licking charcoal-lips and spitting out ash, you will never once hear me whispering i

late this october night.right now:
the train is bulleting ten times faster than recommended down the tracks. sparks are cascading as the metal punches sporadic screams through the air. inside the cabin there are taut fingers clawing at the sides of the seats, praying lips asking for salvation as oxygen is whipped from the passengers’ gaping lungs. a mother is pressing chapped lips to her son’s tan forehead, a husband is folding his wife’s leathery hand in his for the last time. all chests are expanded and compressed against the back of the seats, hearts imploding as the track dissolves under grinding wheels.

the train rolls on, the screams roll on,

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

when i say it isn't personal.and if it’s cold in the middle of the night, you can trust me to burn the building down.

if the walls are too tall and the secrets too thick. if you can’t breathe past the black souls twisted around ash-lungs then follow me. trust me to start a riot. because we are more than they can handle, because we are smoldering indecently, we are young and heroic and flawed and angry. because we are bleeding hands tearing down doors, we are throwing fists against impassive chests.

we are feeling too much while they aren’t feeling enough.
and you better believe me: we’re going to revolt.

and if they try to stop us, we will hurdle

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

my little heart of mine.dear little heart of mine,

i need you to be brave for me. i know you're trembling on wires and clacking against bird-bone ribs, but i need you to set your teeth and stiffen that upper lip. i know it's scary and we aren't getting any medals for courage any time soon, but i think if we both hold hands and close our eyes, we can get through this.

i need you to know though that this is probably going to hurt.

i'm not saying we'll be bleeding and gasping on the floor. i'm not saying we're going to lock the front gates and shut off the lights and fasten the shutters, but i can't lie to you and say we will be living in eternal sunshine. we won't.

i trust you to know.if i could crack my ribs apart at the sternum, i’d let you dip your fingers beneath the bleached bones.

there isn’t anyone else i’d trust enough to not be impatient. there isn’t anyone else i’d trust to not simply cut through the brittle, snarled vines encasing my heart. but i trust you. i trust you to see that the vines need to be unwound layer by layer. i trust you to see that to cut to the quick would only bleed me out. i trust you to know that i can’t bear to stain the carpet yet again.

i trust you to see that the thorns are embedded deep, the insecurities tangled with the nervous laughs, that i’m biti

can't you hear me?xx.

you are beautiful even if you can’t see it. you are flesh pulled-tight over needles-and-thread ribs and eyes fogged over with your latest drug. you are a drunk tongue and a loose smile, butterfly fingers thrumming on your thigh because you’re too medicated for them to not be doing something. you are waterlogged from drowning in your insecurities for so long, moth-eaten from rotting in the back of the closet of your addictions.

but you are beautiful. because under the fog you are flickering like a single firefly. because you’re just trying to hide his acidic criticism under your translucent skin. and i know you can open ch

i think i might need you.stop.

i need you to put down the pencil and listen to me for a second. i need you to pause your breath and tune to my frequency. because i’m throwing my heart on the airwaves and i need you to be alive to hear it. i need you to follow my words even when they’re stumbling, tripping, falling on their face.

this is just going to take a second. i promise.

i think you should know that when i woke up today i was tangled in morning breath and your whispers. i think you should know that i’m dreaming with swollen lips and bleeding cheeks because i keep biting down to stop myself from saying what’s on my mind. i think you should

and when i live.i am sleeping in the middle of wheat fields.

i am curled into the soil with the sun filtering through my eyelids and the warmth of the earth pressed against my hip. i am holding my stomach with gentle hands, lips parted to breathe in the sweet air. i am dreaming of feathers running down my spine and of blowing bubbles while running down sloping hills. i am dreaming of kisses at dawn and hands cradling my cheek and laughing over coffee with my best friend.

and when i wake, i am tranquil and serene and peaceful.
and when i wake, i am alive.

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i am swimming in the belly of the ocean.

i am twisting in the clever hands of her currents, my h

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'll come home.dear holly,

the plane is rolling away and i can still see you waving. you are so beautiful, do you know that? your hair is fluttering at the temples and i can see you’re crying, but don’t worry, baby, i’ll be home soon. i know how this looks, the way the door shutting me off is so final, but it’ll open again and you’ll be running down the airport terminal and i’ll be there to catch you.

count the days until i come home, i’ll be counting them with you.

love,
me

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dear charlie,

i’m home and the house is empty without you. it feels like the walls are exhaling in regret and it’s a bitter feeling

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my little heart of mine.dear little heart of mine,

i need you to be brave for me. i know you're trembling on wires and clacking against bird-bone ribs, but i need you to set your teeth and stiffen that upper lip. i know it's scary and we aren't getting any medals for courage any time soon, but i think if we both hold hands and close our eyes, we can get through this.

i need you to know though that this is probably going to hurt.

i'm not saying we'll be bleeding and gasping on the floor. i'm not saying we're going to lock the front gates and shut off the lights and fasten the shutters, but i can't lie to you and say we will be living in eternal sunshine. we won't.

you're asking me.if you asked me who i am, i'd probably forget to tell you my name.

instead i'd tell you that my eyes are blue and i'm shorter than most but taller than some. i'd tell you that i like walking better than driving because feeling the ground under my feet is somehow affirmation that i am alive and that i am connecting to something bigger than me. i'd tell you that i think the sky looks too big at night and not big enough in the morning. i'd probably explain that has something to do with the fact that i wake up with every intention of flying and go to sleep knowing my elbows haven't sprouted wings yet.

but don't worry, i'd say, because i'll wake

i can fight gravity.do you really want to know how i’m feeling?

i’m breathing his name across my pillow every night. i’m sleeping with trembling hands uncurled, wishing only for them to be held against his. my mouth is swollen from biting my lip, the words caged inside, moth-wings fluttering against the back of my throat.

i’m tearing apart dictionaries because none of them have the definition that describes this. i’m throwing the radio through the window because none of the music feels right. my teeth are on edge and i’m on a wire. i’m hanging three hundred feet over a giant ‘x’ that’ll bruise like hell when i

we set the ship on fire.“You’re crazy.”

“Most likely. Is that a problem?”

“I don’t know yet. It depends what kind of crazy you are.”

“You haven’t figured that out yet?”

“I’m still working on it. Want to give me a few hints?”

“No, not particularly.”

“Alright, duly noted: bitch-crazy isn’t out of the running yet.”

“Aren’t you clever? I think bitch-crazy should be leading the pack.”

“It’s fighting gypsy-crazy for the lead.”

“Gypsy-crazy?”

“Yeah. The kind of crazy that keeps your feet moving even when you’re sitting d

write me a story.If you ask, I’ll spin you gossamer-words into the horizon.

Sit next to me and listen to the water gurgle, listen to the creek singing hymns along the bank, the wind humming around us as dusk begins to fall. Sit next to me and rest your eyes, lay down for a moment and let me find words to tuck around you like a blanket. Let me slip into your bloodstream and warm you from the inside out, smoothing the aches and chills out.

Hush, close your lips, let me find your story.

Don’t stir when the nightingales begin to call, just relax your muscles one by one. Let my voice burn away the fever and try to find strength in the quiet. I know yo

late this october night.right now:
the train is bulleting ten times faster than recommended down the tracks. sparks are cascading as the metal punches sporadic screams through the air. inside the cabin there are taut fingers clawing at the sides of the seats, praying lips asking for salvation as oxygen is whipped from the passengers’ gaping lungs. a mother is pressing chapped lips to her son’s tan forehead, a husband is folding his wife’s leathery hand in his for the last time. all chests are expanded and compressed against the back of the seats, hearts imploding as the track dissolves under grinding wheels.

the train rolls on, the screams roll on,

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by =corina90, Oct 6, 2009, 9:01:22 AM
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forty-nine hours ago: we were pressing fingers together through frosted windowpanes, laughing at our reflections and sticking out tongues through frost-bitten teeth. we were gently whispering through the snow to kiss the glass, the intimacy of our own breath steaming down our throats never able to take the place of what we imagine it’d be like to breathe each other’s carbon dioxide.

thirty-five hours ago: we were running down fields clutching dandelions between our fingers, throwing our heads back to expose our neck to the whipping wind and trusting it not cut the slender expanse of it. we were tumbling down the grassy knolls and landing in the middle of the wheat, in the middle of the cerulean pond, in the middle of danger, in the middle of something we didn’t know how to tag and label.

twenty-three hours ago: we were diving into the belly of the sea and trying to filter out the saltwater with our tongues. we were curling up in coral and seaweed, anchored safely and floating recklessly. we were swimming towards one another but never reaching, fingers tense and stretched out but finding nothing but scales and silt under our nails. we laughed and said this emotion was like a game we couldn’t do anything but lose.

seventeen hours ago: we were flinging ourselves off of the roofs of buildings to see if this new feeling could make us fly. we were racing off cliff edges to see if this bubble of happiness would simply grab the wind with sturdy wings and float. we were arching bodies into the wind, shoulder blades kissing together as we plunged to earth, to water, to reality. we let gravity win this one, but we both agreed nothing was as exhilarating as that fall.

six hours ago: we were scrawling words over our arms, taking sharpie to record the poetry up our calves and curling around our thighs. we were saving our names for last, carving them on each other’s chest, touching two fingers to the skin and hoping with everything we had that the ink would bleed through the flesh and stain the heart. we both had to get dressed and leave but when we went our separate ways, we knew what was under the cotton and denim.

this might be foolish.by =corina90

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©2009-2013 =corina90

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painting faces, building places i can't reach
you know that i could use somebody
you know that i could use somebody
someone like you and all you know and how you speak
countless lovers undercover of the streets"
--kings of leon

full title: this might be foolish, but it's beautiful}

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~peridot-magelette Dec 7, 2009

yup, this is beautiful.

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~ElectroshockkSpazz Oct 31, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

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=platinummyr Oct 22, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

Beautiful

I lovelovelove the last stanza/paragraph thingy.

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=corina90 Oct 22, 2009

thank youu

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~Horsewild111 Oct 13, 2009

Beautiful indeed. Your writing is really good... I just love the intensity of the emotion you put into it.

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~TheSnowInMyHand Oct 11, 2009

Such a journey. Leaves one hoping, and remembering. Beautiful.

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=corina90 Oct 11, 2009

_{thank you}

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