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softenedthe sky whispers,
ribbons of crystalline quiet,
same shade as the angel dust
you shivered every time we were
alone.

in the darkness, we were
sorry birds searching for
open dawns. you, the
swan, me, the
raven,
black as night and
just as hopeful.

and there were poems
written in your skin, universes
blooming in your hands; your eyes
were a December sunrise saving me
from any sleep.

I’ve decided that
people are a composition of
all their greatest memories—and you,
you were always the most
beautiful piece of
me.

Two SoulsCould I touch a silent thought?
Could I know the colour of a word?
Could I hear the universe full of stars?
Could I hold the sea in my arms?
Could I stroke your voice?
Could I live in your heart?

A song never sung
A paper never drawn
A game never won
A man never loved

A flower that moves
A bird on my hair
A tree always blue
Spring
one love
two souls
my world
and you.

AirI want to lose myself
in an illogical need
for love.

I want to remember
to forget
how to breathe.

What is Air
if not you?

TnM: Me amas real o no?Era un soleado día en Daneville, nuestra pelirroja favorita aun dormía plácidamente –u-
Isabella: Marie ya levántate
Marie: 5 minutos más *se tapa la cabeza con la almohada*
Isabella: ¬¬ Marie
Marie: bien bien*se levanta y se empieza a listar*
Isabella: bueno te veo abajo *se va*
Marie: lalalala oliendo las lindas rosas *cambiándose*
OoOoOoOoOoOo DEPUES DE CANTAR Y ALISTARSE OoOoOo
Marie: *se va a las escaleras*
¿??: Te quedaste hablando con jazz toda la noche de nuevo?
Marie: bueno podría decirs-..Papa?!! Como lo sabes?
Phineas: tengo contactos
Marie: o metiste grabadora

~I shall never stop loving thee~My powdered lips shall kiss thee through this ever lasting love
your beauty intensifies my satisfaction
O, tis' be you my darling, my one and sweet caressed heart
Shoot a bullet through my skull, tis' only the most dainty way I show thou love for thee.

Thy heart shall never stop beating for thee
He, be this time were I shall daunt my passion for thee.
so soft and abase
how I feel sorry for thee
trapped by endless monsoons of terror
let me hold thee and love you endlessly

Will thy be my lover?
Be my daunty heart?
If thy say Ye, then I eternal happiness shall last forever

Be thy love and I shall take care of thee forever
Never leave thy, The

The Mosaic and The Wanderer.Yes this whole has been beaten down, broken now in decrepitude.
Scattered, thrown here or there by wanders kicking loose pebbles.
A stranger strolls and sees a stone to keep for his own collection.
He didn't hear the rubble cry as another part of them is stolen.

That was the day the sky turn gray with a storm of unknown magnitude.
Flooding rain washed what pieces remained into a shallow puddle.
In sediment they settled, put back together by this muddy concoction.
As the day exsiccates a mosaic is made and a soul has been awakened.
A woman rises from the sand to search for a man, and the part of her he's taken.

He loves to stroll and walk alone, his thought always so bestrewed.
Wander, meander where time doesn't matter. He's tired of a constant dribble.
Remembering the trinket he reaches in his pocket, and is startled with a pulsing motion.
Pulling out hi

Pull Me ClosePull me close
Hold me tight
Tell me silently
That it’ll be alright

‘Cause when you’re near
I feel my heart beating,
When I see you
I feel alive,
When you hold me
I know it’s OK,
And I revel in feeling
The sound of you breathing
With your heart right next
To mine.

Condemned AloneI always fail in love;
No matter the man I'm with,
He will leave eventually.

My heart rarely smiles
Ripped apart like a curtain
Of memories that
Fades with morning light.

And if I put my trust in you,
Will I regret it, only time will know.

Inside, I seethe
In rage, crying.
Why am I built
To spend a
Lonely eternity?

I'm not sure what to believe;
All these years exposed to lies,
I am filled with bitterness.

I am their puppet;
Strings attached,
They reduce me to worthlessness
Incapable to thrive.

Too scared to leap beyond the moon
Where lovers reside in harmony.

Inside, I seethe
In rage, crying.
Why am I built
To spend a
Lonely eternity?

Lesbian first kiss~laying together, on the bed.
Not touching, I go closer in
Snuggling into you a bit
I play with your cheek,
you play with my hair

I go closer and snuggle..
This time my head
is gently on your shoulder
You snuggle back into my neck
Looking at your face, then your eyes
Your eyes are looking at my lips
I gently grab your chin and lift

I can see your face in perfect view,
you get scared and look down..
I reassure you with a hug.
Look back into your eyes
grab your chin and kiss..

I can feel our lips tremble,
frightened; wanting more
Slowly but gently kissing
explosions of emotions
Beams of sweat on palms
We part away for a second

We kiss again with more confidence
touching each others bodies
stroking slowly, at each others curve

~Love~Love is like power
its strong but can only last so long...

Many people believe there is a red string connected with your soul mate
But strings can snap eventually...

Golden hearts connected together.
Then to rust and break...

love can make you happy and positive
but also sad and negative
very regretful too...

But pay close attention, you'll only get this once.
Pick your partner carefully.
They may just pick your forever..

♥

I LoveDear Lover,

I love what we have,
And not what we need,
Or should be:

Strong,

Whole,

Or perfect.

I love the way we function,
When we're nearly dead,
The way you:

Hit me,

Scream,

Or punch.

I love the way my heart thuds,
When I relinquish the sweet air
In exchange for:

Your breath,

Your toxic fumes,

And I choke.

I love it,
I love it,
I love you.

Sincerely, the Heartbroken

Snapshots of usthe grass doesn’t grow here;
it’s all picket fences and five millimetre lawns
but ours is a jungle, guarded by thorns
as we entwine, anchoring each other
sunshine bathed and blurry
with Narnia tucked behind the beehive

still we’d rather be nomadic than settle
(we are blinkered but bolting)
and smoke and mirrors have more substance than
this hushed hunting for the other shoe
and the lipstick stains on your collar

it feels a little incestuous
but we chose the second circle
and dark matter is a time-bomb, ticking
so I sink into you again (and again)
rooting for salvation beneath your husk
and hoping we’ll find right

rippleshow many ripples you can cause
in the ocean of someone's heart,
each person has a tidal system they must abide and sometimes,
(even though you know better than to fight the waves)
you can't help but fool yourself into thinking
you can dive a little deeper.
(even though you're running out of air already)

and i am already becoming an expert in
clasping my hands together just right
so that it feels like someone else's fingers
interlaced with mine,

i know how to drape one leg over the other
to make it seem as though it's your ankle touching my foot
i press my back to the pillow beside me,
pretend its more than
just my body warmth heati

That Thing Called LoveA moment
A kiss
This feeling
A wish

A gesture
A touch
These feelings
Too much

Descriptions
Depictions
No words
Can be written

This love
A thought
This knowing
Is enough

Star-kissed SpineShe has this air about her
that I don't quite understand.
It's as if her spine is the night sky,
caressing the heavenly bodies
of the planets on her skin.
Ivory skin,
like that of a porcelain doll.
She is fishnet and lace,
black and white,
and all the in-betweens.
I'll take her star-kissed spine
and she can have my battered rib cage,
my sore, slow heart
if only she'll take them.

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To The MuseOnce Upon a Time I was an interested man.
Once Upon a Time I was a frightened man.
Once Upon a Time I was a caring man.
Once Upon a Time I was an angry man.
Once Upon Many Times I was a confused man.
Once Upon a Time I was a patient man.
Once Upon a Time I was a lucky, very lucky man.
Once, Well, Always I was a curious man.
Once Upon a Time I was a loving man.
Once, Twice, Twenty Times I was a sad man.
Once, Even Now, I'm an understanding man.
Always I am a hopeful man.

Today I am a dreaming man.
Because it was love, once.
No, it was, truly. But, for me,
We are past love.
And Now we are under the waves.

The Stream

You sleep while I write this, and you dream, and I hope it's a dream you'll remember, because:
It is the complete darkness cut only by the fairy stream, the one I've taken you to before. I honestly have, and it would be bad form for you to have forgotten, but granted, dreams are tricksy that way...
But don't you remember it? I don't take your hand, it's unnecessary (but felt all the same), and you lift high, higher into the black, the starless night, the pure velvet interior of a dreaming mind, and there, and there --
Is the stream, running smooth and swift, its jelly depths smiling back with fairy lights, with all the Christmas a

A short breakfast.

How deep does a root go before it cracks the world apart?
How deep does beauty go before it saves the world entire?
Let's find out over breakfast.
Let's find it out tomorrow.

I press my handI press my hand deeper
Till it is fully enveloped
The stars wink out one by one
And the sweetness is unbearable.

Make me young again

Touch me once
I know you
Touch me again
And I don't remember
Glass is your skin
Empty glass your eye
Make me young again

Touch me
As your robe falls open
Young breast
Concealed, shadowed
Tell me to look up
Oh, the shock of your lip
Make me young again

Touch me
Make me walk forward
Out of my sleeping youth
Call me out, use my name
Reveal your hip
Breathe out, again
Fright me with love
Make me young again

Touch me
I dream you glass
In distant sunset sands
I cannot reach out
Touch me
Please, Muse
Before my last word fails
Before the heated sleep
Before the faces rain
Before you never were
And now you never were
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The Fairy

by ~CatSpringer, Dec 13, 2009, 11:41:21 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

   The Fairie is to be loved for a number of ways beyond its control.
   It is to be loved for being from another world completely, and unaccessible to your own.
   It is to be loved for the purity of its beauty: Clean, subliminal, a little self-conscious.
   It is to be loved for being connected to a universe of Wonder despite the Age of Science.
   It is to be loved for the understanding it will outlive you, and see futures you can only guess at.
   It is to be loved for inspiring you to make art where a moment earlier there had been none.
   It is to be loved for giving you passions & magics, with or without substance, most of the time without.
   And it is to be loved because there is a passage to closure and new life it can guide you to with a dismissive toss of feathered wing, but never know for itself.
   Loved, and overlooked, by God.
   You are my wingless fairy, my Muse.
   Turn me into a real man someday.

The Fairyby ~CatSpringer

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~Rriss Jan 8, 2011 Photographer

Aw i love this.

~CatSpringer Jan 8, 2011 Artist

Thank you. I'm glad for that. Are you a fairy person by nature?

~Rriss Jan 8, 2011 Photographer

I've grown up LOVING fairies. I love them. Draw them.

~CatSpringer Jan 8, 2011 Artist

Then should I write of them again, it will be for you.

~Rriss Jan 8, 2011 Photographer

aw that is sweet.

~CatSpringer Jan 8, 2011 Artist

oo! She used the Power Word.

~LuminousRain Dec 22, 2010

This is really good

~CatSpringer Dec 22, 2010 Artist

Thank you.

~LuminousRain Dec 23, 2010

No problem

!yaderei Feb 15, 2010

lovely! faeries are some of the best fantasy characters ever ^^

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