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that looks like his heart
still lying on the end of your bed,
is it throbbing like it did when words became actions,
when convulsing shakes hit your bones like a sharpened stone?

there's your conscience
it's crawled up next to you
the bathroom curtains reaching a crescendo of silence,
numbing silence to bathe cold angels in, to let all guards down.

why won't you sleep
why won't you sit with your grace?
the clouds will only keep you company for so long,
because they are going places and your only embrace is gravity.

the timing was wrong
the angels weren't ready.
they were just two fools bleeding jubilation,
soaking their clothes to their skin and lacking photogenic memories.

retrace your steps
find the leak in the works,
because you are drowning in a sacred spot
and you can't fix a leak with faded weave patches.

his heart's still there
sitting on the end of your bed.
call it tristan, but don't let it touch yours,
because osmosis is lightning fast and you haven't lost your grace.
©2009 ~eaglewarrio9
:iconeaglewarrio9:

Author's Comments

elvis never could carry a tune
she thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon
she was tracing her years with her fingers on her skin
saying why don't I begin again
- regina spektor

uhm, what do you think?

[don't think about the freefall, focus on landing cat style.]

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:iconfalloutboymad22:
ohh first comment, go school study leave :D

"the timing was wrong
the angels weren't ready.
they were just two fools bleeding jubilation,
soaking their clothes to their skin and lacking photogenic memories"

this is really good. it is really emotional. me likies :P
:iconthat-hippie-kid:
i love it.
<3


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wishes bounce me weightless.
the infa-red scope of pointlessness.
:iconlivexforxliars:
trying to decipher what's written in braille upon my skin.

[please write forever and ever and ever.]

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30 amnesias; après moi, le déluge. je suis désolé.
:iconpoisonedkitty:
You amaze me every time.
The only one who can surpass you is yourself.

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'Circling down the drain' has an appealing fun-factor to it.
:iconkallia-goldenwings:
oh my god I just love how you imagery in that first part just give me chill the one about the heart that is.
:iconsharingsecrets:
Regina <3

(the poem is really amazing,
it's different from the others.)

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We could plan a murder, or start a religion.
:icondreamingpsnlaffingx3:
you painted an eerie picture; a haunting silence.
(at least that's the idea my brain got!)
great job :).

--
magic is science in simplest form.


*Traditional-Artists
=Inked-Page
*project-improve
:iconcrashcoursewomb:
I think yum.
But today everything seems yum,
you are passed yum well. (:
YHUM. oh, thas how you spell it. ^^
:D

IRUVERITROORRRRRZ. ^^

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that's as bad as secondhand suicide
:iconlosingmyfaith:
i liked it (: good job!

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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."

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