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Smile...What does calm the soul? Soothes it like a caressSmile...
Of a finger Gently sliding
Tracing a broken smile Tinting the lips rosy
Crimson
Marking them with the
Gold blushed dust Of finger tips Warmth gold blush Brushed slightly
A touch…
Easing the little mouth To curve again Into a smile
Special
Wreathed in joy Consumed by laughter suppressed
And shrouding the heart With purest of sweet
Pearl scented
Bliss…
by ~pearl-dust
While It Rains...The rain today is like a blessing. Softly pattering on the windows and trailing in rivers. A respite from what is happening now. Giving us the distraction we needed in order to lengthen the moment. The glass is misted. Glancing at it I fight off the mad urge to trace circles on it, smiley’s and other things. Childish impulses still linger, even now, when what we have to do is so difficult. I turn my head slightly to look at her sitting in the seat next to mine. I had insisted on steering, even though it never was an issue between us; I just wanted to drive today. She is staring out the window. What she manages to see through the translucWhile It Rains...
by ~pearl-dust
WinterHer eyesWinter
That are lidded ...Shudder... Open As Ringed
Irises burst forth With a color ...Blue... Reflecting
Flecked beams
Of ...Dust... That do emerge Unasked for Un-needed Not wanted From, Swirling Mistily mixed ...Whirlpools... Of the east. She turns over Unknowingly Touches sheets Beside her Crisp on her fingers Cool But also So Very ...Cold... Clear of him Vacant Without him Breaths, scent, feel All ...Missing... &nb
by ~pearl-dust
A Memory...When I think of you My love, It is always as Bits and pieces of you. From memoriesA Memory...
Of not so long ago. Then, When it was easy So easy To have me wrapped in your arms Closeted in a secret world
Of our own That was nothing but
Magic. Ours…
Your hair rustling Against my forehead Leaning on your shoulder With your scent Sinking into me And the inward smiles We both shared Just before
Our lips met
A kiss…
Promises that were made
With innocence &n
by ~pearl-dust
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UndressUndress my night with soft supplications poised between lips that promise riots and teach my heart the fine art of mayhem. Let your face be the candle that breaks the dark and slides the giddy stars under my thumb to have and hold so I can trace them across your hips where dreams beckon and the night grows rude with wanting.Undress
by =Scarlettletters
the deep end.i. i want a galaxy in my room. i want to see stars from my bedspread, and watch a lifetime pass through my curious eyes.the deep end.
ii. you said you were a sunflower, and even you would wilt when your time came.
that night, i cried. because flowers will blossoms and seeds will grow again, but i will never see a summer sky like yours, my petal.
iii. i want my words to be magic, echoing through your ears.
and i'm scared, i'm fucking scared that someday they won't mean a thing.
iv. i want to believe, i want to
by ~eaglewarrio9
smile of skies.smile of skies.
dear star-chaser,
calm your headache sleep. violent nightmares force you onto the balcony, watch the city sleep while you work up a storm in a your mind.
i will make you a dream-catcher of spider's silk and crow's feathers, i hope it reaches you in good health.
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dear pacemaker,
things aren't what they seem.
two hearts jump octaves to see you smile skies of forever young. think of it as little pieces of string, hold your heart suspended inside your chest.
&n
by ~eaglewarrio9
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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