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~SuddenlyAutumn

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hindsightShe called him Benjamin, because it sounded  strong, like a name that could move  
mountains, or put food on the table for  a family of four.   
He called her Hallelujah, because  it sounded like the way he felt  
when her fingers brushed his cheek.   
She called him Fahrenheit, Lion Tamer,  Redheart.   
He called her Skinsong, November,  
Firefly.   
She was his prayer; thin breath on  freezing windowpanes and barefoot  secrets on the bedroom floor.   
He was her safety net; wide eyes and  hands and promises in the coldest hours  just bef hindsight
by ~SuddenlyAutumn
weak ends.monday.  today is the first time in a long time that i have woken up afraid; afraid because i cannot see the sunrise, and because i do not remember who i am without you. we listen to the weather report on the radio, and your fingers are freezing in mine.   
.tuesday.  the storm that blew through in the night shattered my bedroom window, and i breathe you in like burning driftwood as you help me clean up the soggy leaves and broken glass. i cut my finger on a jagged edge, and neither of us speak as you help me wash off the blood, because some wounds leave you with nothing left to say.   
.wendesday.  my room weak ends
by ~SuddenlyAutumn
devotionali.   
i loved a ghost, they say that i      loved a ghost   
ii.   
and i cannot go near windows at night   because i scream that the darkness is    pulling me out and i have never scared     anyone like that before.   
iii.   
   and though i have not been to church in  two years i burst through library doors and cling       to the dusty spines of books as if they were    the fingers of god and  
     as the windows shatter and th devotional
by ~SuddenlyAutumn
mourning lightthe nights were too cold so we stretched them end  to end and wrapped ourselves around them until  we could practically taste november with every word  we spoke. i laid a kiss on the x where the north pole  would have been, and you told me the world had  never looked so lovely and   
i loved you then.   
but we learned a lesson called "parachutes are only  useful when your heart is whole," and you looked at  me with brokenness in your eyes and i learned what  it was to fear. i learned another lesson, about how it  felt to find the scent of another girl on your collar, and   mourning light
by ~SuddenlyAutumn
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Wolf Like Me...and the wolf is starving,  starving herself to get into  
sheep's clothing -   
maybe the wolf did not  want to make boys cry,  
or maybe  
 
the wolf wants to break  through your walls.   
or maybe the wolf  just wants a chance  to lay on his lap,  
 
that gentle shepherd  
whistling into the cool  of the day. Wolf Like Me
by *wonderlustqueen
she's his lead singerher father owned an old station wagon with peeling plastic and scarred paint.     there was a seat you could unfold in the back and you could sit backwards and watch the world go the other way. she would prop her bare feet on the edge of                         the window  and try her best to see through the lit windows of the backwards houses.   
she wore a silky red ribbon tied around her neck and she always sang unusual            &n she's his lead singer
by ~injuredjaw
this is...stop:      this is the sound of stars  
screaming like fireworks, and  mangled promises spilling  through trainwreck teeth. this  is the sound of lungs filling  with air and girls with brown  eyes and the whisperwhisper  
of sheets on skin.   
    i have never heard a more eloquent silence.   
look:      this is not me, this is  the purple-blue of midwest  sunsets and the hope found  between quintessential smiles  and blinding neon lights. this  is the amount of air between  worlds and word this is...
by ~SmileforSomeone
01: lettersshe is a relentless word-spewer. in the evenings her fingertips smooth over her ivory piano key body and pull deftly at her skin ― this is a ritual, i know now, of sewing herself back together. she once wound an entire spool of thread around her left forearm; she had thin red lines horizontally across her pale skin for over an hour.   
she writes letters on herself in a black sharpie. my image of her will forever be her gleaming white teeth clenched around a sinister sharpie cap, the felt tip embedded in the pliable landscape of her body.   
she is white, always white. but her hair is black.   
dear god, he 01: letters
by ~injuredjaw
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redheart

Mon Nov 2, 2009, 10:06 AM
i am sorry for a lot of things and these days i make lists

movies i have missed because of making out:
the lion king
independence day
all office episodes
fiddler on the roof
monty python

a) places i want to visit starting with a:
africa
astoria
australia
arlington
b) men i could marry who could take me there
nick
andy
travis

years i have lost too much weight:
2004
2005
2009

a) classes i enjoy taking:
post WWII black british literature
shakespeare
leadership
b) classes i do not enjoy taking:
research methods for psychology
nutrition

ways to avoid missing someone:
none. they all lead back to you.

desperation in my eyes
blood and leather on my thighs
to think it start with just
a velvet handkerchief

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  • Reading: trumpet-jackie kay

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  • Current Residence: the tiny bedroom at the end of the hall
  • Interests: laughing too loud, getting paint on all my jeans
  • Favourite movie: crash, fight club, boondock saints
  • Favourite poet or writer: e.e. cummings
  • Favourite style of art: the people make (elephants need not apply)
  • Shell of choice: the kind on the beach?
  • Skin of choice: did you know your skin weighs 11 pounds?
  • Favourite game: spoons
  • Tools of the Trade: a-z and some punctuation

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:iconwonderlustqueen:
*wonderlustqueen Mar 21, 2009, 4:50:19 PM
you are here: [link]

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oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry
I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr Shankly
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~SuddenlyAutumn Mar 21, 2009, 8:53:45 PM
omgzzz thanks so so much!!!

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e quindi uscimmo a reveder le stelle
- thence we emerged to see again the stars
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~gingerblack Mar 21, 2009, 11:03:31 AM
Wow, I like your poems :) They're very original!

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prosthetic synthesis with butterfly,
sealed up with virgin stitch.
:blackrose:
:iconsuddenlyautumn:
~SuddenlyAutumn Mar 21, 2009, 8:52:16 PM
thank you so much :D

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e quindi uscimmo a reveder le stelle
- thence we emerged to see again the stars
:iconinjuredjaw:
~injuredjaw Mar 17, 2009, 11:45:02 AM
thanks so much for the watch and the fave! :]
:iconsuddenlyautumn:
~SuddenlyAutumn Mar 19, 2009, 9:26:47 AM
you're welcome!

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e quindi uscimmo a reveder le stelle
- thence we emerged to see again the stars
:iconremotecontrolisms:
~remotecontrolisms Feb 23, 2009, 5:19:03 AM
oh damn, i just spammed you. i'm sorry <3
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Mood: Cheerful ~SuddenlyAutumn Feb 23, 2009, 12:34:34 PM
haha no worries :) thanks so much for the compliment and the favorite!

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e quindi uscimmo a reveder le stelle
- thence we emerged to see again the stars
:iconsuddenlyautumn:
~SuddenlyAutumn Feb 23, 2009, 12:35:57 PM
i meant the compliment and the watch. i'm an idiot. but it's monday so i can't be held accountable.

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e quindi uscimmo a reveder le stelle
- thence we emerged to see again the stars
:iconremotecontrolisms:
~remotecontrolisms Feb 23, 2009, 5:18:34 AM
thank you so much for the favorite and the watch! your words are incredible, seriously.
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