delayed
but i conclude its here now
bitter cold
raw and slashing against my cheekbones
blood flush track marks
on fair skin.
the green is gone.
a child of the earth and leaves:
she swears she'll die.
but isnt that what she says
around this time every year?
try to be consistent
i.she.shel.
wishes on eyelashes
barefoot and clean clean
on the bathroom floor
every 11 a.m. and p.m.
of every cute saturday/sunday combo.
quiet
child ritual
no one will ever know about
like strawberry ice cream
at 2 a.m.
creaking floorboards.
well, she might've
just let it slip.
with a pair of lungs
like that,
(strong from heavy breathing)
how couldn't it happen?
wish for the same thing
every fucking time.
oh what the fuck.
her father always wanted her to,
showed her how, to hold vinyls
with a finger on the edge
and through the little hole in the middle
but her hands was always too, too small.
she worries about his breathing, his eating,
his walking, gray hairs in his eyebrows.
and ever since.
tosses a smile.
rings slipping off too easily,
hands still too little
on cracked keys.
"you'll never be a classical pianist
if you can't span a scale."
(the old lady was crazy anyway. she had a
big fluffy white dog that came up to above my waist
and like she would always run around the dining room
table when you rang the doorbell and chase you and bark and she was
adorable and her name was tundra. well, i think it was anyway, and
she had a lot of birds, too but i don't think she named any
of them and if she did then maybe i just don't remember.)
i hate the sound
of crumpling newspaper and
i cringe at the feel of you,
in a good way.
(don't worry, its totally possible).
touch my lips
hips
under the moonlight
the starlight
the sunlight
the PORCHLIGHT
he walked today
through the strands of hair she saw
nuzzling the small of her back
with his perfect hands
strong hands
we all woke up today,
we met in the street
we met in the room
WE met in the kiss.
just can't stop thinking.
smiling that smile
and smiling that smile,
and smiling that smile.
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I actually remember reading this soo long ago and not knowing what to say. it was definatly something i had never read before and was so random that it gave me chills.
well deary you still have that same effect on me no matter what, and i ahhdooru for it
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ooh this was utterly gorgeous. i loved all the references to the time, the days and seasons. I don't know it just made it all, so dreamy and yeah like you're floating through time pratically. hehe. i liked the bit in the brackets, even though it was completely random I liked it, I think that's why you put it in brackets. But I liked it, another story within a story.
'i cringe at the feel of you,
in a good way.
(don't worry, its totally possible).'
hehe I totally understand that! =]
i loved the ending, very cute. =]
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thanks. =D <3
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Darling this is probably one of my favorites by you
it's wonderful
and dreamy
and I just... love it.
you're too gorgey.
<3
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Intricately Excellent
I like the line "she swears she'll die", referring to the winter... or the child of earth during winter. The title is intruiging to me as well. My overall favorite segment is about the crazy piano lady with the dog named Tundra and all the birds. The image of the crazy lady with pets is a classic that should never fade. I get a sense of a child transitioning into adulthood, considering the kissing at the end. A psycholanalyst could go nuts on this one.
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holy cow girl this is a m a z i n g !
I'm in love with it.
Gorgeously written!
quiet
child ritual
no one will ever know about
like strawberry ice cream
at 2 a.m.
creaking floorboards
simply put- wow.
<3 LollY
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where o where my dear
do you get the ammo for more
keep blowing me away.
on and off the keyboard.
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