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She is wearing a blue dress.
Every time I look in her eyes I see but the utter failure of my forthcoming actions. Every joke will come out wrong, every laugh unfitting, every syllable choked upon until they are left like breadcrumbs on a plate. Being fully aware of this, I consider, for a moment, to let it be, to retreat, but try as I might, the fear of letting a potential miracle go untested eventually becomes too terrifying. And so, knees shaking, hands trembling, with a smile as steady as a leaf in autumn wind I pluck up the shards of my fading determination and walk towards her.
The room is dimly lit. Upon my arrival this annoyed me somewhat, though as I grow ever nearer her on my already doomed mission, I take joy in the fact that not all that many people would be able to witness my magnificent failure. They might hear about it later, of course I am aware of that, but they would not be able to, here and now, taunt me whilst my normally quite substantial emotional guard is out for a wee.
She stands in an awkward angle, as if what ever way she turned, she would never be able to see me, not even if she would have looked. Oh god, please don't let her see me, for though a rejection without words would be both quicker and vastly less probable to be remembered, it would be like cutting the throat of a man already hanging in the gallows. I've managed to get this far, now for fuck's sake let me fail with honor.
She is wearing a blue dress, unaware of the fact that as I am nearing her, planning my move, imagining our conversation, my heart is already broken.
Every time I look in her eyes I see but the utter failure of my forthcoming actions. Every joke will come out wrong, every laugh unfitting, every syllable choked upon until they are left like breadcrumbs on a plate. Being fully aware of this, I consider, for a moment, to let it be, to retreat, but try as I might, the fear of letting a potential miracle go untested eventually becomes too terrifying. And so, knees shaking, hands trembling, with a smile as steady as a leaf in autumn wind I pluck up the shards of my fading determination and walk towards her.
The room is dimly lit. Upon my arrival this annoyed me somewhat, though as I grow ever nearer her on my already doomed mission, I take joy in the fact that not all that many people would be able to witness my magnificent failure. They might hear about it later, of course I am aware of that, but they would not be able to, here and now, taunt me whilst my normally quite substantial emotional guard is out for a wee.
She stands in an awkward angle, as if what ever way she turned, she would never be able to see me, not even if she would have looked. Oh god, please don't let her see me, for though a rejection without words would be both quicker and vastly less probable to be remembered, it would be like cutting the throat of a man already hanging in the gallows. I've managed to get this far, now for fuck's sake let me fail with honor.
She is wearing a blue dress, unaware of the fact that as I am nearing her, planning my move, imagining our conversation, my heart is already broken.
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She said create the world, so I did. I made it dark and dusty, coughed up from my own black lungs. I gave the trees an ashen hue and the ground a color to match the starless sky. The creatures were murmuring oozes, globs of drying acrylic that inked across the orb of my bubbling imagination.
Repulsing, it was in fact the product of an industrial mind. I was born from man's smog goddess and, if memory serves me, her breath was laced in exhaust which I inhaled nightly with her songs. She was soothing and complacent, her voice smokey like a hazy bar. No one could deny her features were hideous beyond belief. Her skin dripped pollution like morp
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How To Ask Someone To Let You Love Them
I think you keep secrets under your skin
like trees keep rings and do not know it,
like the sea teems,
like dark and quiet space
keeps every ray of light
the stars whispered to one another
when they were still young
and dying to make love.
I think you keep secrets in you
like the desert keeps sands,
like sleep keeps dreams,
like cities keep sleepless people
and people looking for sleepless people
to fall asleep with.
I think you keep secrets
like secrets like to be kept,
and I want to learn them all.
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October Eyes
Such gentle colors drip across your freckled shoulder blades.
A quilt of puddled watercolors soaked in auburn shades.
Spun of golden rivulets and rinsed in autumn skies,
So many endless currents swimming through your lonesome eyes.
Brushing under fingertips and over shattered songs,
Unraveling like morning glaze against my paling palms.
With beauty like October hills and hollow as the skies,
The water drops against the earth will be our lullaby.
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Realized that it had been a while since last written submission here on DevArt, and just started to write something. Turned out to be a description of what I believe a lot of guys have experienced - being shit scared and still desperatly in love.
So what happenes to the main character? Prom's tomorrow, you'll know by sunday. ( I bought a ticket because of a girl, not realizing most of my friends aren't going. Pretty fuk'd? yup.)
So what happenes to the main character? Prom's tomorrow, you'll know by sunday. ( I bought a ticket because of a girl, not realizing most of my friends aren't going. Pretty fuk'd? yup.)
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This is so awesome, I LOVVEE the last linee! xDD