Masquerade by ~RoseAntique

Coffee Sharp edges dulled as the sky opened up and poured forth an ocean,Coffee by ~RoseAntique
Steel and glass turned hazy,
the smell of wet, hot black-top,
decomposing garbage,
and exhaust fumes.
A corner coffee-shop
that brought me to thoughts of the parallels and perpendiculars,
of life "on the grid"
and all those one-way streets.
Burnt coffee drowned in sugar.
Cardboard cups with cute sayings,
and I cant help but wonder who got paid for the pretty font
displayed all around the world.
You smell like the rain as you brush wet hair out of your eyes, cursing
and I can only smile and look away,
to the lightning reflecting off the endless glass towers,
to


i only have nonsense. the tip of my tongue has never tasted a tragedy quite like you.i only have nonsense. by ~paperheartsyndrome
by now, i should know better than to do these things. but i don't.
so i will. the only sense of right and wrong i have anymore is
trapped between the edge of my teeth and the curve of your lips
and i'm losing it. fast.
not all of us spark when we kiss, but you've started the fire that's
raging down my spinal column and through my heart. i'm burning and
it hurts everywhere. i still can't bring myself to mind because at
least this way, i still get to feel something.
last night i promised myself that i would never say another word i didn't mean.
so hopefully, the next t


so kill me, mockingbird i once said, listen up,so kill me, mockingbird by ~Miss-Deathwish
because here's the way
it's going to work:
there will be milky ways
and mountains and clouds
dancing with rain,
the sun won't quite
look the same, and the moon
won't seem so dull.
i once said, come closer,
because there's something
that you need to know:
at night we'll breathe
against each other, move
with each other,
and our delirious melodies
will wake the waves
and shake the stars.
i once said, stay here,
don't go, never ever
leave me:
but here i am now,
eating my words
from a silver platter.


stop ruining autumn. listen:stop ruining autumn. by ~estallidos
fall makes me think of leaving and of apple cider, though i never liked apple cider.
but i liked the idea of it.
listen:
two years ago i met a boy as fragile as dead leaves, who called me his little spring girl. (i'd always liked autumn the best.) he kissed the two soft dimples on the small of my back and told me helikedme helovedme hewantedme.
and oh, by the way, "everything good must come to an end."
listen:
on our one year anniversary we picked out two pumpkins and i drew elephants on them for us to carve. he cut his out so aggressively that it lost its shape.
lopped off tusks and broken trunks became just a large, jagged