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day 17 by the-balcony-scene, literature

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she dreams of the pink swing set under a canopy of leaves, shoes brushing colours of autumn of mud slicked steps, rusted spoons and clear plastic forks turned opaque from grimy hands of lard-filled jars and broken glass, glittering teeth hidden beneath tree shadows of scratchy hay poking ankles and, below, sharp metal just peeking through faded itchy yellow: watching, waiting.

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you don't sit beside me in class anymore by the-balcony-scene, literature

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you don't sit beside me in class anymore

you look like oversized sweaters waiting for mr darcy vapid vanilla shows up late to class with coffee cheeks flushed from cold (but there's more than meets the eye. i like the flush of your cheeks and last week i wondered if you bite lips or lick them; if you'd change my mind on holding hands) gone is your floral perfume soft breathing arm brushing mine proximity pulsing legs crossing blurry profile in peripheral (but now i almost like it better this way. it's easier to follow concentration as it moves along your features and i have always been more comfortable with distance anyway)

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lost in space

1 there were words once, listen: quiet, soft, like fingers brushing over the fabric of a sweater, tickling your ear, warming, small gusts of heat that spread to your toes, a glinting eye, a curved mouth, a promise. there were words once, listen: hard, rough, like metal scraping over concrete, bruising, marking your arms, legs, ribs, even your spine, purple and black blossoming on dark skin, yellowing until silence, an apology. there were words once, listen: listen! now there are no words, only the deafening roar of silence. 2 there are words now, listen: the old stars whisper to each other. they have discovered the secret of patienc

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from 3429 ft. by the-balcony-scene, literature

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from 3429 ft.

two years ago from paris, saskatoon looked like a small solar system, hazy with rain and cold. three days ago from toronto, it is midday and foggy, a thick blanket of grey masking tiny grey buildings cut by a tiny grey river. but the feeling is the same and i want to reach across the aisle to hold my sister's hand – much the same as two years ago, russell reaching for my hand, any hand, two changed souls unprepared to face the sameness of home. but the feeling is not the same. we are not two changed souls: we are just happy ones, 'satisfied with the trip' ones, and i do not hold hands when i am happy.

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may 3

i press tissue paper to the skin above my ankle, apply pressure, breathe. try not to think about the red and searing and the itch in my hand. - i decide i want to cover my body in ink, beautiful and expensive. - my grandmother asks me why i want a tattoo. i tell her, "i think they're beautiful." - five years of thinking pass. birds fly across my wrist and i trap them midflight. beautiful and expensive.

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Sep 12, 2011

the best day ever

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thanks to my friend jenna, i am now on pottermore!! (despite the assumption that i would actually die if i didn't get sorted into ravenclaw, i am surprisingly coping quite well with being declared a slytherin.) my username is FlightDraconis105, let's be friends!

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the-balcony-scene

Aug 30, 2011

ten day meme

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stolen from o-ohhai (https://www.deviantart.com/o-ohhai) (: Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now. (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten) Day Two: Nine things about yourself. (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine) Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart. (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight) Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot. (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven) Day Five: Six things you wish you'd never done. (one, two, three, four, five, six) Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no particular order). (one, two, three, four, five) Day Seven: Four turn offs.

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Aug 14, 2011

title title title

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why does everything have to have a title? titles are going to kill me, i swear. NO ONE KNOWS MY HATRED OF TITLES. THEY EXHAUST ME. i hate the word, even. title >:| - just finished the creative nonfiction workshop. on one hand, i really liked it, because the instructor actually gave us writing assignments each day -- if he hadn't, i probably wouldn't have written anything over these past three days -- and he critiqued them. he was pretty harsh, but it was insanely helpful. i don't really write nonfiction; i am a total beginner, so his insights are definitely valued. and then on the other hand, i really HATED it because i found out that non

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punkrockmegy

Apr 8, 2013

thank you for the fav chickipoo!!!

randomlyinspired-21

Dec 13, 2012

I love your writing style!

Keep writing

thank you very much!

thanks for the

s darlin!

kartiksharma

Mar 5, 2012

You are a true inspiration for me...
I really love your poems.

I could not go through your gallery but the ones I saw just mesmerise me ♥
I would love to see more and learn from you...
And keep posting ♥

You really are truly inspiring.

awh thank you (:
<3

Really!
And your poems have such unexpected and out of this word topics... something that no one would think.... and then your language...
I'm jealous of the pen that would be in those great hands...