Originally posted on Whisper and the Roar: I talk to myself, no more, no less, than anybody else I’m sure. I apply makeup in the morning for the people in my imagination. In regards to my first confession, this probably makes less sense. What I mean is, without it I’m invisible to all things in… via…

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Too often I forget to believe the devil does not need to be a part of me. By devil, I mean the version of me who conjures dreams in which I die but never sleep. © Kristiana Reed 2018 via The Devil — My Screaming Twenties

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— i’ve never felt so naked before foreign places making me sore soaring to new places in store stories dipped in platinum metaphor met a four year old girl she said, “you look like a monster,” apologized, i saw the flies fly out from under my eye lids. i said, “little girl, where is your […]…

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With humble beauty and grace she sauntered in the room draped in his white collared shirt and long string of pearls sexy grin of here I am sneaking across her face his desire burned thoughts of her naked skin touching his clothing twisted his mind and tied his tongue breath escaped him heartbeats pounded her […]…

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“It was blinding, your beauty. Your light. And loving you was selfless.” I swore to myself that I wouldn’t let myself fall in love again. Because loving someone only ever brought pain. But there you were. One day, you were there. And it was like I’d never seen beauty until that moment. It was blinding, […]…

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Another pretty song has been released. ❤ via Jonathan’s Photography & A New Song — Hands, Love and Spirituality.

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“Your heart drew me in like a moth to flame. And darling, I’m never looking back.” Your heart drew me in like a moth to flame. It was your warmth. Your generosity. Your inherent belief that there’s always a silver lining. You see, it’s that optimism of yours that made me realize that I have […]…

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I am not one of you I’m a sieve A sponge I adsorb your cue I am not one of you I’m a strum A reciprocal vibration I hear your hue I am not one of you I’m a bubble A transparent vessel I see right through I am not one of you I’m a […]…

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“I want you to know that I’m right there next to you. Because lovers always walk together.” I can feel you. As if you’re right next to me. Even though you are miles away. And I suppose that’s what I’ll always feel. Because your whispers catch in the wind. And it’s like the creaks in […]…

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Originally posted on FREE VERSE REVOLUTION: We met in November; honey eyes through bonfire smoke haze I became bewitched by your gaze, heart beating with adolescent magic. I walked toward the fire and into the flames. I asked the spirits of the night to beg you to take me; in your arms, in your palms,… via…

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