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glasswe're molten glass glowing, all shades of sunset are painted by our heat. we're two icicles twisting, ornate, intertwined, but softened by christmas lights flickering behind. we can fend any cold, when like gold threadglass
we tie together in your sweet backseat. this is the winter of our confection,
as if the connection between us was a candy bracelet i know it's sick, but it's that sweet: the sand was sugar that made this glass.
by ~MagpieProphet
Untitled 8i listened for humanity in the telephone hiss of breath, eagerly awaitingUntitled 8
your yawning kiss of death.
now i close the space between us on the suffocating loveseat, on your low bed with music playing.
breathe-- breathe- press against and bury in your shoulder lips to neck to lips to breathe, breathe.
our lives pass from one mouth to the other, like they just can't decide.
and i wish there was one body for us both.
by ~MagpieProphet
Dave Stops by After WorkI am fresh-from-the-shower and cold. You're red in a work shirt, and smelling like smoke.Dave Stops by After Work
The porch is sparkling and swirling with festivity my parents sowed, but I feel dull and ugly
as the blank house down the street with soulless owners that won't adorn.
But gifts come from you like the subtle rain on our faces. You say it's fine. I know you're mine.
by ~MagpieProphet
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Tribe supremacyUltra-safe, Ultrasound, Keep your eardrums on the ground, Beat the skins, beat your breast, Enslave the Queen and kill the restTribe supremacy
And here’s a little Whisper For the souls on Other frequencies The ones who can speak volumes in Bass And here’s a feeble War-cry For the soldiers in the trenches Where “Agree to Disagree” just has no place
While the General Consensus Is a vote of Tribe Supremacy We’re smearing on our War paint At the slightest Murmur of Heresy
And those who speak in Other Tongues Who breathe in OUR Air with THEIR Lungs &nbs
by ~Phasmidance
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- Current Residence: Michigan
- Interests: Drowning in a pool of my own blood.
- Favourite movie: Hedwig and the Angry Inch.
- Favourite band or musician: Smashing Pumpkins.
- Favourite genre of music: Jams.
- Favourite artist: You. *Blushes*
- MP3 player of choice: CD player.
- Personal Quote: I own the word "despise."
- Tools of the Trade: Blood.
- Email: magpieprophet@gmail.com
- AIM: x nova machine
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I found a piece of writing that I started a while ago that was inspired by you. I started working on it tonight and it was nice.
Yeah....I'll stop being a creep now. Honest.
Cheers,
Molly
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you will become an element
of our ascension
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Since when are the first line and the last line of any poem where the poem begins and ends?
~BlueAeroplane
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-Kesh, the coffee addict.
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Somebody set us up the bomb.
~ceepee - your friendly neighbourhood hobbit-furby-thing.
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