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Bend and refract

The stars never shine quiet the way I want them too, for when they shine now they remind me of your eyes. The celestial beings danced in those gorgeous pools, and I found myself trapped, entranced.

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Bend and refract

The stars never shine quiet the way I want them too, for when they shine now they remind me of your eyes. The celestial beings danced in those gorgeous pools, and I found myself trapped, entranced.

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Washed away pictures~ LostAura

Name~ LostAura Age~ 23 moons Species~ Cat Position~ Warrior / Helps in nursery Appearance~ Lostaura is a long furred dusty white she-cat, with abnormally large brown ears. They look quiet pretty on the she-cat. Long whiskers, and her fur is medium length. Her eyes are a pretty yet startled shade of Picasso Blue, her muzzle is dusty brown, as are her ears and the tip of her tail. Her front forepaw is white the other three are brown. Her tail is long and thick at the end and her ears are tufted. Lostaura's claws are long and thorn sharp, her left ear is tattered from a border skirmish, her build is soft and petty, thin with a narrow waist l

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Nameless Inspiration 1

I'm sorry if this breaks your heart, I'm sorry if it tears you apart, or rips you from your dreams with a start, I thought you were smart. I'm sorry if you wake in fear, I'm sorry if you wake in tears, I'm sorry if the coast appears clear, I'm sorry if a demon of my depression appears. This is probably the last you'll hear of me, This is probably the only thing I could ever be, This is probably the only way I could ever flee, This is probably the only comfort I can find in the sea. I'm sorry if this breaks your heart, I hope you live on without falling apart, I wish you luck and remember me like fine art, I'm glad you gave my heart a kic

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four.

i can still smell your rose perfume, and hear the hum of your voice, when i close my eyes and attempt to drown the world in dreams. i can still feel the curl of your lips against mine, the gentle touch of your fingers on my cheek. i can still hear your voice as you tell me you love me. and dear god, woman, i love you too. we're like fireworks, and symphonies lighting up the sky. we make the world a little brighter, and take everyone's breath away. my poet fingers twined with your typist fingers, my ink veins and your ink finger tips. you left black finger smudges on my shirt. a permanent stain of an almost love. i can still hear

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Bend and refract by ECHORIVER6450, literature

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We were winter. by ECHORIVER6450, literature

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We were winter.

i. we fell in love in the winter, and it only makes sense that it's dying now. we were the snow and the heat of spring is killing us, bringing blossoms of new romance. it's just...i fell for her in the course of a night, and i figured that 'hey, she's across the nation. she can't hurt me'. well i was fucking wrong, and you know what? she did it unintentionally. ii. now i can't blame her, okay? i mean i come with a shit ton of baggage, and i am an ocean of problems. oh, and i didn't let her know that i cared so much. so basically curiosity killed the cat, because i was dying to know. come on cass, what are we? were we ever anything

four. by ECHORIVER6450, literature

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four.

three. by ECHORIVER6450, literature

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three.

i'm getting really tired of wiping tears off your mascara stained cheeks. i'm getting really tired because i never get a genuine thank you. i get a quick kiss on the cheek, as you plunge the knife into my back, as if i were a wind up doll and the knife were my key. i am not a wind up doll, looking pretty in the shop windows of your heart. and i never quiet understood why i meant so little... why i meant so much. i am your friend, i am not your concealer. i will not conceal the parts of you that you dislike. i will not hide you from the world. my heart may be big but it is already stretched too thin, tearing at the center. i deci

two. by ECHORIVER6450, literature

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two.

i. i really hate my anxiety, it makes me hate doing the things i love. my anxiety is a homewrecker. my anxiety prevents me from asking my dad to drive, because my throat swells shut as i start to speak. my anxiety prevents my kisses from being complete. my anxiety prevents me from being the Marilyn Monroe this Aubrey Hepburn body is. my anxiety....my anxiety....my anxiety, did not matter to you. ii. my anxiety did not matter to you, which was a first. everything about me mattered to you in some way... but not my anxiety. you brushed it off. and i can't tell if that is a complement or if you're rubbing salt in the wound. though,

{o}ne by ECHORIVER6450, literature

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{o}ne

i. when your kissing him, check for razors hidden on the underside of his tongue. and when his fingers are in your hair, check and make sure his nails are not jagged blades. he seems like an apple, sweet and sturdy and just the cure for a cold, but remember snow white. he is a poison laced apple. ii. i'd spend every warm june morning, plucking petals off of flowers wondering, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me. because a now dead flower told me to believe, i did. and when he kissed me, it was like the first time. it was like the last time. it was a promise. just not a promise of forever. beca

Leelah. by ECHORIVER6450, literature

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Leelah.

Dear Ohio teen, This poem is nearly a year late. I've been meaning to write it, since the night I read about you. I felt my heart break because, even though I didn't know you, nobody deserves to die feeling alone. ~California teen Dear 'Josh' Alcorn, I feel wrong addressing you as Josh, but at one point in time a 'Josh Alcorn' existed. I'm sorry that you aren't what people wanted of you. I'm sorry that this name was assigned to the wrong body. I'm sorry that the real you didn't want you. ~ Echoriver Dear Lazer Princess, This is the you I read about, I began to get to

piano keys and the lack of simplicity by ECHORIVER6450, literature

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piano keys and the lack of simplicity

i. Her eyes are the most beautiful shade of sadness, and she's rain on a summer day. She has her heart on her sleeve, breathing sonnets in her every word. She is the kind of person, that makes you wonder, how the hell are you single? She's beautiful and kind, and hella funny. ii. She's like the kind of book that gets so good you have to put it down or reread that sentence, once, twice, a third time, before the words sink in. The kind of beautiful, that hurts, and her touch, on ivory keys, reaches a hand into your chest and leaves nothing but a gaping wound and an empty chest cavity. She's going places. iii. She knows how to play Music

pulled apart at the seams by ECHORIVER6450, literature

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pulled apart at the seams

Shakespeare has always been their thing, he asked her to be his Juliet, and she called him her dearest Romeo. But in the course of a night, they killed two people and committed Suicide. I guess I should start where it began. They just met, 15 and 18, She's fresh into highschool, got big dreams, never been kissed, hesitant. Innocence. He's almost outta that hell hole, got big dreams, going far it seams. They started talking, music, games, books, people, you name it. She's falling faster than a star, but soon summer turns to fall, and the chill starts setting in. She's not answering his messages, her feelings finally settlin'. Her conv

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