Oct 23, 2020
@eloquencenet event: nature
I am tired of being a skyscraper, ONLY WILD THINGS OUTLIVE THEIR BONES
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@eloquencenet event: nature
I am tired of being a skyscraper, ONLY WILD THINGS OUTLIVE THEIR BONES
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i. boy feeds on light β a hasty poem i wrote last night for a bps prompt.
I would know you at the end of the world. Still, love is never easy. In a few months - spring I do not even have to look out of windows to sigh Eloquence escapes me, especially when I want it I have no poems for how quickly I throw myself into delusion, or bitter sorrow Even the birds would not swallow my wild feelings with their warbling throats LOVE - LOVE - LOVE - all the time! It frustrates me More emotion that I can speak - the touch of a shoulder, a house trembling beneath my feet Sleep has never been so elusive, I am making myself sick, but do not feel it. What is hunger? What is hunger for the intangible appetite? I have nothing to do with my hands, nor do I know what I would do with them if I did have to do something but too afraid to do it It would possibly be better to launch myself into space And still I think of nothing but you & you & you and sometimes I (The point of love was probably to drive people mad.)
14/26 weeks; know.
I actually think I should stop writing for a while but I made this darn 26 weeks commitment to torture myself (and you).
"So, do you..." she breathed deeply, "love me?" "Yes," he answered. "Do you really?" "Why do you ask me that question every single time?" he asked, a bit infuriated. "Because I need to remind myself that you do. Because sometimes, just like now, I need to hear that you do even though it doesn't feel like that anymore. I need... I need to hear it from you."
s.a., excerpt from a night she wants to forget
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O-B Prompts
19/01/18
Sign of the times
Corruption
The last dance
Hierarchy
I never believed in soulmates. My breathing, my heartbeat, my body, my being wasn't made for you, and neither yours for me. But whenever someone asks me, how long we've been together orΒ how long I've known you, without any hesitation my answer is "always." I refuse to believe the first time that our bodies collided was in this world.Β We met eons over. Far before the heavenly bodies lit up the night sky and before my bones came to rest in this body of mine. This love, this thing, this feeling I have for you, it's always been here.
This Love, This Thing, by Nicole Moon
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