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"we can't do this anymore. i'm sorry."
"but i still love--"
the phone line disconnected.
"y--you."
and there's nothing to be heard.
---
it's sinful how they steal kisses from each other under thunderstorms and pounding hearts. as rainwater blends in with tears, they cling to each other as wet clothing clings to them.
"what are we doing?"
"i'd rather be cold and with you than warm and without you."
"we can't."
"yes we--"
thunder roared and he slipped away.
"c--can."
and the lightning blinded his heart.
---
it hurts how the shine in his eyes hold everything but love.
it's okay, he tells himself. i've held on long enough, and it's time to start seeing straight.
he backs away from him and their tilting planet, and steps into a whole new world, complete with band-aids and a new-found hope.
"but i still love--"
the phone line disconnected.
"y--you."
and there's nothing to be heard.
---
it's sinful how they steal kisses from each other under thunderstorms and pounding hearts. as rainwater blends in with tears, they cling to each other as wet clothing clings to them.
"what are we doing?"
"i'd rather be cold and with you than warm and without you."
"we can't."
"yes we--"
thunder roared and he slipped away.
"c--can."
and the lightning blinded his heart.
---
it hurts how the shine in his eyes hold everything but love.
it's okay, he tells himself. i've held on long enough, and it's time to start seeing straight.
he backs away from him and their tilting planet, and steps into a whole new world, complete with band-aids and a new-found hope.
Literature
one of them.
i'm one of those girls.
the ones that sip tea like vodka
the ones who tie bows around their ribs
to keep out strangers
the ones that spill onto pavement,
pooling around parked cars
and resting gulls
the ones that turn off the lights
to see their skin turn from
pale to bleached
the ones that wear dresses
only within the four walls of their bedroom
the ones that like the feeling
of chapped lips in november
the ones that would dye their hair
red, brick red, to match old apartment buildings
that hold character and charm
the ones that sit in trees, legs crossed
telling stories, or rather waiting
for their story to be told.
Literature
Finding Away
We're fourteen,
sitting wide-legged on church steps.
The ruddy barrio kids eat out of our hands,
their wiggling coffee bodies drink sunshine between bites.
"We'll have one of those."
You say, pointing to a bony thing with fight in her eyes.
We're parents already.
The women who conceived these and the men who helped are swallowing cancer
so these children can swallow tuna and milk.
We're parents already.
"I don't want one."
I whisper, with one hand on my little sparrow's head.
You kiss me for the first time.
It tastes like stale popcorn and sweat.
It tastes better than words that threaten to slip out and break.
**
We're sixt
Literature
Ocean
A pit of seething anger
lies beneath an ocean
of calmness;
As liquid ice
it exists
without life
within.
A sudden spindrift
may appear
as another ocean's wave,
it hurts
The ocean
convinces the world
it's peaceful,
but monsters live
in the pit,
melting it
into sadness
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omg!! at first i though this was a girl/boy thing...but then the ending really surprised me..!!
its so well expressed..ur symbolism and imagery is very sensitive...i found u thru the art viewer..n one work like this is enuf for me!! im
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its so well expressed..ur symbolism and imagery is very sensitive...i found u thru the art viewer..n one work like this is enuf for me!! im
ing u