August 2012
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Don't Come to Chicago (to imagine)
phenomenaaa:
I find myself imagining you in crowded, lonely coffeehouses. Sifting through daydreams like grains of sand and letting your drink become a chilled ghost of the warmth it once was. And then I imagine what it would be like if I stopped imagining you and I can’t tell which one would make me happier.
Maybe you’ve outgrown the old coffeehouses you loved so dearly like you outgrew your...
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DRUNK DRUNK DRUNK DRUNK DRUNK
THIS WINE IS SO FUCKING GROSS
OMG. HAIKU.
thisisweak:
(This was written by Phen and I forever ago. We’ve grown up but never changed.)
This is why i dont want to fall in love It’s happened before Everything was going fine Then things started racing through my mind I never thought A relationship could be I couldnt picture any girl and me Somehow I found someone Romeo and Juliet we were Turns out I was just a toy for her She...
phen-andherwords:
i say your name, head in hands in great, heaving sobs, and between glances at the starlight that blurs together in my eyes telling me maybe… it is not so bad. but it is a nightmare that lingers at the forefront of everything and i cannot escape. my chest is heavy beneath the weight of my love for you and the sound of your voice.
i can’t promise you the world but i can promise...
"I'm Still Unclear"
thisisweak:
There now sits empty where once was full You have left, for my weight too much to pull I now stand alone, confused in these days The story’s been told, your pen now strays Symphony complete, with no more movements Renovations halted, no desire for improvements Questions are unanswered and will die as such The conversation extreme too sensitive for touch It was never my...
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jacketweather:
The science of this moon beam in my bones is too big for me to sing, too loud to carry. I pull all my tides through everything. The basket in my chest so full, my home is so quiet