January 2012
45 posts
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I can barely breathe...URGH
This will be my temporary rant space.
As you can tell from the title,
I’m just so tired from the workload provided by school (even though I know it’s just a month away to the holidays) I can hardly breathe and occasionally feel that my heart isn’t beating. Is that strange or what? World Issues module is finally over by the way.
Anyhoos enough of the unnecessary rant, happy...
Watch
Blasé: Effusion →
rrenevatio:
Rayani’s fingertips lead their trademarked delayed echoes, while Hrasky juxtapositions with a rhythmic backbone. Crescendos grace the cemetery lawn like chiffon waves and one by one the palm trees shudder in response, and in awe. Seconds build up like an opening scene and here you are, right here.
You. Are. The. Protagonist.
Every exhale gushes a rivulet of emotion, every gesture...
I want to sleep with a Poet
clover91:
She weaves words into fabric and wears them like lingerie, teasing me with every line break falling from her shoulders. Every metaphor is a small moan pressing through her lips echoing off paper walls. She strips down in imagery and lets similies glide across my naked flesh.
We go to bed and paint poetry into the bed sheets fusing words into reality.
December 2011
99 posts
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