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You're the Story

Perhaps it was the tanned pages attached to your loose bindings. Black inked words like petals, decorating your face with pictures that hide between lines and spaces. Stained with water. Blunt. Punctual. Your concepts still play the soul and grab hearts in young women- Men shaking their heads and fists.
Perhaps I never read your words. Line after line they became thoughts that punctured my eyes with love. Quotation marks line the paragraphs. Such lovely conversations, such depth. "Maybe I don't want to marry you. Maybe I want you to marry me." &nb

Someday, I hope inspiration will run through me like that again.

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The Sky ExplodedI've watched the clouds mimic
the setting sun eagerly to follow
its lead. But a cloud can only try
to wear the sun's colors. They can
be vibrant orange and yellow and pink-
but they can never set the sky aflame.
They may only put those flames out. The Sky Exploded
by ~SaeriaXchan

He always told meThe echoes call memories I've never witnessed.
But The familiar taste of perfection can be found
Within the boxes of broken toys and torn books. He always told me
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The Day the Water SmiledThere's a tac on my roof that when the lights are off you can't see. I know it's there though, long after the day is over and my eyes ache from staring at its home. Long after my body has become the part of my bed I could never lay on: The giant stain in my sheets that mock me in the same way that tac does. I wonder most days how my Ceiling feels about that Tac. Does it still hurt her, even though it's been there for the longest of time? Or maybe, after she's long forgotten of his presence, does she wake up knowing he's there again. If I could reach that tac, I would take it down.
Somehow I've never questioned life; I always figu The Day the Water Smiled
by ~SaeriaXchan

FocusMy eyes linger on the holes in the ceiling.
They remind me of every word lost to my writer's bock.
The lights are turned off and it leaves a silence on the other side of the mirror.

She stares at the the word stamped across my cheek bones - 'Focus'. Focus
by ~SaeriaXchan

. This is truly my work. I would love feedback. Try to analyze. Oh and comments with constructive criticism would be nice. Not just a favorite...

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Fri Sep 4, 2009, 10:38 AM

Mood: Angsty
Listening to: "Mad world"- By Gary Jules
Reading: My work
Watching: Life pass by
Playing: strings on my heart
Drinking: Iced water

cluck click

The silence of the house is penetrating. The animals are sleeping. My sibling is curled in his sheets, waiting for the flu to either pass through or overtake him. The small murmured cracks of the CPU are over powered by the tapping clicks of the the key board.

The freezer drops ice. My bones ache, and my yearning to cure it has caused them to moan and snap in response. Faces are smiling at me. Ages ago when happiness was easy to manage, along with the number of papers piling on my bedroom floor.

I stand. Sweeping the tile- leaving a pine scent as the only clue it had been clean. Outside, the sun as heated the drive way. I sweep the outdoors off my walkway, so travelers have no need to wipe their feet on the carpet.

I breath in the clean air. Allowing my lungs to push out traces on mold spores and dust. The words of my insecurities play through my mind. I blink, shake my head, sigh. I needed a break.

I need to be able to do my work.

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