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Literature
Matchstick
irreplaceable yet unnecessary
leave me in your retrospect
where you found me, unwanted & with a question mark over my head
or a Matchstick, maybe
I'm the fire you started &
couldn't put out
the one you doused &
the One you'll freeze without.
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Literature
Night Less
your sleeves drip
reflected constellations
into pools on this rooftop garage
yellow lines between
our feet make the
imposter stars whiter
i will the parking spaces to
narrow.
or for this separation to mean less to me
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Literature
alexzander
words are shadows. our
sooty followers, b(l)ack
stabbers
willing captives:
we ache for abuse
chest deep in lava & she wades
deeper in hopes
her name will fly
frantic from your lips
enslaved to your inattention
words are wounds, clumsy
self-scars &
you are the penknife in my right hand
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Literature
Snare
& she prefered her hind leg caught in those
greedy teeth
her trapp-ed-ness : her happiness
his puncture marks & their bittersweet ooze
to hold her; to let her
in her last moments
belong to him
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Literature
Granted
young yellow lines down this, her street
streaked. smudged, maybe.
split. splayed, yet
neon under quivering stars
no el
imination
[a journey, a war, a sickness
a pizza, a joke, a kiss]

hardly shelter
like wishing for longer sleeves
against the bite of the chill
of s p a c e
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Literature
Visibility, His Ability
twin forearm saplings
writhe
&
surge
in a Spring frenzy they shatter each metacarpal
one.after.another.
Gunshots.
Gypsy bones won't contain this reckless green fever.
In Realtime let's grow fonder,
no sense in [still] waiting [still] for daylight to move the shade over to us.
This sky doesn't end;
your eyes stop it
Pray tell:
What keeps you rooted
Keeps you from me
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Literature
Upon Returning
This is just exactly what I saw
Only it looks better in the inside of my head.
You see, the tracks from my brain to my fingers only run one way & they're bloody things, well worn & under-nourished.
Not unlike the faces of starving children.
There's a vacant teepee.
It reminds me of a used firecracker,
just a shell of something brilliant,
the casing of something that used to be more of a something.
Makes me think- we all need some company on the inside to make us whole.
Anyway, the teepee shrugged in the wind & flapped open,
ashes from the inside flew out & swarmed my gasping mouth like
vultures to the freshly dead.
They tasted just like the air around you,
delicately apprehensive.
I crawled through the mire with no pretence of grace.
I choked out "no" as the ashes cluttered my throat,
as I fell up into oblivion.
Can it really  be considered the past if I'm still sweating from it,
still coughing it up?
The word "tomorrow" summons a chorus of "yesterday's" from the back of the
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Literature
Gonna Soar
caught me a birdie&broke
her birdie neck, hollow-boned,
sounded more like a crinkle than a snap
really you'd hardly be sure it were
bro
ken
until you've got its
dead head
in your unregretful hand
gonna braid her wings into my hair,
gonna raise her birdie babies as my own,
gonna jump off this cliff with them in arms,
gonna soar.
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Literature
Seagazing
eres:
fire-pit-pit-of-my-stomach
feeling,
warm champagne for my insides
vos me caes
like
Autumn's daylight sliding down my throat-
seeping in through the holes in my skin until my kidneys glow
white-blue
waves-like-wings to carry me cos
i've dreamt of soaring this underworld
contigo
with heavy limbs &
f o u r  in-this-moment eyes,
keeping "Far" far away
Let's don't quite recall the deep breaths we took, only why we took them.
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Literature
Might
lava eyes
&
why you aimed them at me
gaunt-hearted:
grass gone to seed, she
lets Summer's heavy breath slither in through her pores
love's eyes
versus
lover's eyes
he watched her brain melt and seep
through his
w i d e s p r e a d  fingers
& these webs that could not hold held what could not catch hold
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Literature
Shelf Life
ghostcrab:
steampunk brains whirring
come west, translucent boy!
your press-on googly eyes will lodge
in my voice boxsee i self-strum with sincerity
sandling:
while your shell is yet a bud
plop off this dock
trust the wise lake
trust me to deal gentlyrecoil not; remember not
no blame to leave to die a thing already dead.
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Literature
Unshackled
My Dear Peter,
There is a masterpiece: internal and wicked, laser-scrawled and syllable-heavy. It surfaces slowly, like pond scum. I often scrape at it industriously, collecting pieces and bits in the spaces between periods and capital letters, on the back of receipts, and on the college-ruled lines of composition notebooks.  
Were it set to music we would find it minor-keyed and shocking. Yes. Let's make this happen, if only to say we succeeded in a single thing, together. There is room in my cerebellum for the both of us to grow: crookedly, zigzaggedly. For us each to lean in, your left cheekbone will pin that half of my shrug down. We will no doubt find ourselves swaying in circles as if we were cut out and pasted back onto that overcrowded dance floor. I would hold back motions and words for the first time in my life, letting you lead. Ah, but words are not lyrics when they're left to bleed out on winter's bike paths. I wander worn synaptic trails, wringing my hands and h
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London Ray
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Current Residence: The hearts of the hopeless
Favourite genre of music: alt/rock/pop/r&b/rap/indie/punk/emo/techno/folk
MP3 player of choice: Zune
Favourite cartoon character: Jake the dog
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Ello my lovelies.
I will now proceed to feed you a bunch of bullcrap about how I feel the need to create a new account with less baggage associated with it. I'm not a "new person" or anything so ridiculous as that.. I just feel lighter without all these scrawlings.

I've been away, and I've made a promise to myself to stop making promises. That being said, follow me if you want. Read my crap. I love you. (:


saber-toothed


p.s. I'm not deleting this account. It will stay, like a framed picture of me from my childhood.
  • Listening to: helena- nickel creek/my chemical romance
  • Eating: my nails

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After-Eden Featured By Owner Mar 27, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Hello there old friend. How have you been? Just getting back to deviantart and my writing and I'm very happy to see that you're still active!
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FuzzyHoser Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
My dear London, I was so very happy to spot that avatar of yours. Thank you for dropping by. :tighthug:
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cality Featured By Owner May 23, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:hug:
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Jade-Pandora Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2012
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:iconcandycornplz:HAPPY HALLOWEEN!:iconbatsplz:
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swansisters Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the watch! :rose:
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londonrey Featured By Owner Oct 1, 2012
You're welcome!
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KtheCard Featured By Owner Sep 18, 2012  Student Writer
thank you for the watch, lovely. :heart:
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londonrey Featured By Owner Sep 18, 2012
Of course!
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toxic-nebulae Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2011  Student Writer
:hug: how are you, beautiful?
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