raindropsoncacti

Lighthouses don't go running all over islands looking for boats to save. They just stand there. Shining.

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  • raindropsoncacti 10h

    PC self

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    From sunrise,
    To sunrise.
    No sleep
    For deep, lost eyes...

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  • raindropsoncacti 11h

    Dust

    I nurtured that tiny seed of hope to death.
    On the day I gave up
    It did, too...
    Its blooms all turned to dust.
    Then it poured
    Though the sky was dry.
    A rain-moth became trapped inside tonight
    And instead of smile,
    I cried.
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  • raindropsoncacti 16h

    I should thank you
    for bringing back the cynic in me.
    Skeptical suits my complexion better anyhow...

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  • raindropsoncacti 1d

    I let myself hurt me
    Through not letting you hurt me...

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  • raindropsoncacti 2d

    Becomes

    When poetic becomes pathetic
    And "talk soon" becomes "perhaps in June".
    When "I'll be there"
    Becomes "doesn't seem to care"
    And meteors get lost amidst clouds,
    And too much of the moon...

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  • raindropsoncacti 1w

    PC: self

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    I'm light as can be, but hell,
    Lately I have wanted to say
    "F*** off! Don't ask me!"
    To the 3 Moirai of Fate...

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  • raindropsoncacti 1w

    Welding Sparks

    My skin will have small craters
    With crêped, singed edges,
    When the sparks hit.
    Should I ever say "enough"
    And demand you return
    The edges you've peeled back;
    To heat-suture them closed again...
    Should I ever ask - you must!
    For these things I cannot do myself.
    You fabricated these vents in me.
    You weld them shut.

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  • raindropsoncacti 1w

    I wore you like an antique glove.
    One stowed in an attic, that time forgot.
    One that isn't in vogue now.
    One that embodies all the values of your grandmother's era.
    A style seldom carried today.
    I wore you like a retro-trend before its time.
    I wore it 'til its delicate seams were fragile.
    'Til its velveteen finger-points were grubbied
    From all the frequent turning
    of all your crudely-inked pages.
    I wore you when everyone else forgot you were a thing.
    I still do.
    I can't not.
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  • raindropsoncacti 1w

    Perhaps it would be easier if I saw everyone's bad sides.
    To prove me wrong about those I can only see as having good sides.
    To help me sort this out.

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  • raindropsoncacti 1w

    As close as I can get...

    Physics would deny it
    But something rather inexplicable
    Allows us to fall into eyes,
    Or be suspended in words.
    To grasp on tightly to a song
    And be stuck to a memory.
    To be able to throw caution to the wind.
    To catalyse a series of events.
    Time, and life,
    and above all else,
    Love.
    Time and time again
    These all prove to physics the impossible at times is possible.
    To I, the Impossible Girl,
    They're things as close to resembling Faith and Fate
    as I can get...

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