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Are You Listening?Are you listening from where you are? Can you hear me or are you straining?Are You Listening?
The winds were awfully cold. Like me. Like you.
Did you smile at people? Or did you cry? Or maybe you laughed?
What did you think while you were walking? Were you thinking about me?
What makes you happy and what makes you sad? Do you see the sky everyday from where you are?
Do you laugh when you see the moon? Do
by ~Seven2Seven
The EdgeI close my eyes.The Edge
The wind musses my hair, ruffles my clothes, and whispers in my ear before fading away once again. My breath is white in the cold air. Even if I cannot see it, I can feel it.
I balance dangerously, playfully on the edge. On the very precipice of the edge. The very end.
The moon hides behind the dark clouds. The cold night whispers my name. But there is no sound.
I can hear my heart in my throat. It's warm as if it's warning me that I'm risking it all. That if I move, I will fall below the edge.
by ~Seven2Seven
My Colors, Your HandsMY COLORS, YOUR HANDS: BLACK AND WHITEMy Colors, Your Hands
Your hands wrap around me Making my vision dark Hiding from the bright light Hiding from the black light Your hands cover me so
I won’t see the colors of the world. So that I’ll remain to be pure
Seeing in only black and white. Your beautiful words strangle me Choking out my resistance, Making me spit my submission Your lips smother mine
Any words so I do not speak So my lips may not utter a sin Keeping my sharp tongue behind gritted teeth. You hold me close, crushing me in your warm, musky embra
by ~Seven2Seven
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My StoryMy story starts here. It's a story about how he can't hear, He can't see. It's a story about how she can't know, She can't touch.My Story
It's a story how they don't understand Why the stars won't shine, Why the black waters of the ocean reflect Their messed up minds.
The walls of their rooms never change, Only showing them the same old thing. And when night falls through the shades, the moon begins to show them their idle ghosts. And everytime they wake up from their sleep, Emptiness steals all their dreams, Leaving a nightmare in it's place. As the nig
by ~KoyaiArua
Contra MundiIt’s one of my melancholy days. Dark room, scattered papers, Rain. Lightning flashes across the black skies, Illuminating my empty eyes. Casting an unholy shadow that moves Restless in my cluttered room. It’s these days When I wonder if I made the right choice. I start to rememberContra Mundi
The time we had. Lost, broken, fallen. The world consists Of People like us who exist. Poison affecting your every kiss Though it would only lead to an abyss. Full of broken dreams, And broken smiles. But I had a perfect drea
by ~KoyaiArua
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- Current Residence: Oz
- Favourite movie: Moon Child
- Favourite band or musician: Gackt, Blue October, etc.
- Favourite artist: the Muses
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe, Thoreau, Augusten Burroughs
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- Personal Quote: "Nobody wins."
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