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Television was a baby
I strove to entertain.
It slept in black static
When it wasn't screaming,
And I lay without covers
On the living room floor
To monitor its breathing.
I was the sick insomniac
Who didn't love it anymore.
I strove to entertain.
It slept in black static
When it wasn't screaming,
And I lay without covers
On the living room floor
To monitor its breathing.
I was the sick insomniac
Who didn't love it anymore.
Literature
writewhatyouknow.
one.
i always thought of you as my summer boy,
with hair like sunflowers and eyes like stormy skies.
you would skip rocks over ponds and hearts,
(and whisper lies to the trees)
two.
you tried to fly with the seagulls once
while i floated in the water.
i watched you come crashing down
(your face isnt so bright anymore)
you got dirt in your tears.
three.
i always thought you had the goofiest smile,
but i couldnt hold it against you
because you were happy.
(and i think i was just jealous.)
four.
you were milky white skinned, with the most beautiful imperfections-
(freckles.)
you always had the most haunting eyes,
the kind t
Literature
The storm
Cartilage-smooth azure extends
above bent heads.
Furrows s t r e t c h b e y o
the edge
Literature
perfection, LOVE, imperfection
Describe yourself in one word:
i'mperfect
"no, no, love.
you're putting apostrophes
where they don't belong."
"no, no, no.
one, i'm not your love.
two, i'm not a grammar freak.
three, i don't be long anyway.
i don't be long anywhere
i don't be long (to) anybody.
it won't b
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The imagery in this pulls me in...lovely