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Sleep with Me by pastelprncess, literature

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Sleep with Me

Sleep with me, my love. Let me memorize your body, The grain of bones, The twist of muscles, however small. I want to feel the warmth of your skin It's so calming. Your arms encircle me in life and trust Being away from you makes me go cold. Pull me into your arms, As close to you as we can contort ourselves And our breathing both will slow Till dreams overtake us. How do I ever manage sleeping without your comforting touch? Wake up with me, my love. Squeeze my hand as your eyelids flutter open. We'll lay in each other's embrace because neither wants to leave. Ruffle my tangled hair And breathe morning breath in my face. Our laughing w

Want by pastelprncess, literature

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Want

I want to lay on your chest the morning after and talk about stupid things we did when we were kids. Tell me stories from when you were six, stories from middle school, distant, half remembered fragments from sleepy dreams. Tell me you'll never leave me. Tell me you think I'm beautiful, inside and out. Tell me I'm not a horrible person. Recognize my deepest, selfish, pathetic fears and cry on my shoulder because you'll know I'll understand, and then I can finally return the favor. I want to surprise you with coffee when you wake up, and I'll cook if you do dishes. I'd be okay settling down with you, even though we're far from that age.

Scream by pastelprncess, literature

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Scream

I want to scream I want to make noise, prove my existence, let everyone know I'm here. I want to echo in the distance, sound pounding from my throat, my chest, resonating from my toes touching the ground. I want everyone to stop and stare. I want to be first string, the most important. I want to fuck shit up. I want to destroy, and take center stage. I want to hit the highest note I can and have it break glass. I want my voice to rumble deep within me and crack like thunder. I want to scream.

Hands by pastelprncess, literature

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Hands

I miss big hands. Knobbly knuckles, rough skin, short fingernails, wide palms. Dwarfing mine in comparison, brushing across my thumb, squeezing my tiny hand close. I miss looking at the various scars and marks they accumulated over time, proof of the life they lived. I miss warm, tan skin, and watching taut muscles move under the surface. Broad chest and shoulders curving around me as I leaned back, you my protecting wall. Swung around in the air, hugging me, but also making me fly. Awkwardly eating pizza, eventually relaxing and not caring about the oh so graceful mess of cheese. Letting go, not worrying about what you thought

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Sleep with Me by pastelprncess, literature

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Want by pastelprncess, literature

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Want

Scream by pastelprncess, literature

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Scream

Hands by pastelprncess, literature

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Hands

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Poetry, by DearPoetry, literature

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Poetry,

She is stardust leaving sweet bones in her wake. A trail of poetic destruction conceived in verse--answering questions with kisses. There is a hunger in her freckled constellations, like spider webs woven together with golden thread. Like the wild roses she braids in her hair: She walks backboned and head held high; the strongest of letters on a page left to rest in your mouth.

Selfish Wish to Be Loved by OverthrowTheKings, literature

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Selfish Wish to Be Loved

Why, why would I always ask me, To end up with this last plea, Isn't there somewhere I belong, Singing a melodic life's sad song, A desire so sweet, But it still yet to be complete, My selfish wish to love and be love, My mind in the air so high above, Hot tears burn for release, All this selfish pain and suffering please cease, I want to hate everyone and everything just for my selfish want and yearn for, All these feelings of anger ready to roar, What am I? Who am I? Where am I? Tell me my tru self, I can't even tell my true meanings of myself, Confusing and diluting, I'm sick of the never won game, Who feels the urge? Who feels the same? D

Brown Eyes Compliments, and Analogies by OverthrowTheKings, literature

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Brown Eyes Compliments, and Analogies

Because I'm sick of people saying there aren't any. Your brown eyes are like the deep intoxication of campaign wine, bubbling with hazing richness and expensive taste. Your brown eyes are like the color of mahogany wood- comforting and home-steady toughness that lets me know you will be the beams of supporting me. Your eyes remind me of Dove chocolate, smooth, creamy, delectable, and melting. The color of brown eyes remind me of mountain terrain and nature, something subtle, but beautiful in every form and season. Brown eyes make me think of Devil's cake, taunting and tempting, curtained by black lashes, the symbol of rich seduction. Wh

Actions by Poetic-Mistress, literature

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Actions

Your words were whispering one thing, but your actions were screaming the opposite. Now I'm left to wonder if I am truly your only lover. Am i just the naive one? Or do you leave because you know I'll be waiting for your return? Either way I'm sad to say that I have to let you go. Although the pain will be great and the journey will be hard as you tried to pull me back in again I can move on. I will be strong and I will lie to you by saying "I'm fine". One day I know that the smile will no longer be a lie and I really will be fine. Unfortunately, that day is not today.

love letters to introverts by sylveda, literature

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love letters to introverts

i. To the boy who prefers spending Friday nights at home: the world does not understand how beautiful silence sounds sometimes. As you crack open that book you've been waiting to read, or plug in your computer, or listen to music, or, or, or, or maybe just stare at the night sky from your bedroom window- (please) remember what everyone else seems to forget; that being alone does not always equal lonely-- and that sometimes no company is the best company there is. ii. To the girl who does not speak up in class: I was once you. You are not deficient, I promise, despite everyone telling you otherwise.

windfall by littleblueraccoon, literature

I just want you to miss me by Tangled-Tales, literature

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I just want you to miss me

I want there to be cotton in your brain and bubblegum on your tongue, because every time you try to speak, my name makes it go numb I want you to smell my sweet perfume in your clothes and in your hair, I want you to whiff your skin and think: I wish that she was here I want you to feel the warmth of my breath when the winter air grows cold, and hear your creaking bones and say: "Together, let's grow old" Six months later I'm so alone, I just want you to miss me.

he saved me by RoseScarlet, literature

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he saved me

, but he killed me. _ i. first light- i met you in a crimson forest. it was a rose garden summer, and out of a black mercedes you walked out, your five year old eyes greener than sunlit saplings you reached up to pluck a rose from its stem, and offered it to me. "what's your name?" daddy told me that i couldn't tell strangers my real name. I looked at the rose in my hand. "Rose." you smiled, you were a seastorm of now long-gone innocence. i didn't understand but I knew. ii. i forgot about you for 1562 days, 11 hours, and 22 minutes, you shouted my name, but i didn't recognize you until i saw your

You. by Tangled-Tales, literature

The Perfect Boyfriend by Its-An-Inferno, literature

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The Perfect Boyfriend

Dear boyfriend: You do not always have to give me your hoodie when it is cold or raining. I appreciate the gesture, but I hate seeing you freezing and getting wet. How about we just cuddle up together and keep each other warm? You do not have to buy me gifts to keep me happy. I don't need the world when I have you. If you do get me something, I'd much rather have something that you made yourself. I don't care how cheesy it is, it's the thought that counts and you can be sure I'll keep it safe. You don't have to say "I love you" ten million times a day for me to know that you do. Trust me sweetheart, the look in your eyes and the way you

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Apr 13
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Deviant for 8 years
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I'm an emotional pos

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Ikimaru and PrincessHarumi

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X-men, Marvel, etc.

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Eureka

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Sleeping with Sirens, Avril Lavigne,

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Divergent series

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shit man i dunno

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Pokemon

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pastelprncess

Jul 26, 2015

Paragraphs about Illegal Things

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I almost did something really stupid. Something really, really stupid. I am currently at a party. And so we were gonna walk the boys home. They had pot on them, and wanted to go to a place called 420 bridge. Like 420 is (apparently so I hear) graffited all over it. Night fell. It's dark and I'm walking with a bunch of stupid teenagers going to smoke at 420 bridge. Police are not that stupid. I was freaking out the whole way, me and another girl, because we're the only ones who don't smoke. It's dark, they're yelling things at people in cars and the people are yelling back. I'm thinking in my head how to hurt an attacker and if I can get arr

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Jul 25, 2015

Paragraphs about Sleeping Schedules

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see the title? Why is this relevant, you ask, an eager expression on your face. Surely there must be a fascinating explanation. I'll tell you. It's because I don't have one. It's like four in the morning and I'm looking at my old poems and uploading them via my phone because deviations on the site confuse the shit out of me. I'm typing pages of my old feelings on a phone keyboard at four in the morning. Why yes. What a lovely way to spend my evening. I mean, I could have slept. But no. no i have chosen not to and i've passed the point of being tired to the point of not even being tired. and now ive been thinking over myself and how im pe