wine_mirrors

Face up; Untouched Gazing at the ceiling

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  • wine_mirrors 5w

    Probably my last post, perhaps for now, perhaps forever. I have been suffering from some kind of word paralysis lately. Nothing ever sounds or seems right. Wish I could temporarily die for a while. So please forgive me if this post is too long and for the disarrayed words.

    Can you expect fully formed words from a broken person?


    White lines become blurs
    Floating in the dead sea of poets
    Those long gone smile of hers
    Memories, passing silhouettes

    Laced spaces
    Erased faces
    Lunar phases?
    No, only grey traces
    Remain
    Along with
    Pain, cocaine
    Disdain in my
    Brain, just sayin

    Coat my glass heart
    With your brandy
    Warm my blood and
    Let coldness envelope my bones
    Singing on my own
    Tear my stitched lips
    No crying over
    Spilt wine and broken coldplay

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    "Now you're just somebody that I used to know,"

    I sang to myself.

  • wine_mirrors 6w

    A butterfly's flap
    Could cause
    A hurricane somewhere.

    Chaos theory.

    I realized this was true
    When a single butterfly
    That was born
    In my stomach, on seeing her
    Started stirring
    Seismic storms in my heart.


    Chaos theory.

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    We gave
    Our butterflies
    Paper wings
    Sketched with
    Pencil ash
    And blue inks
    And we let them
    Brew a storm
    For us

  • wine_mirrors 6w

    Lets just say
    I had the
    Most wonderful time
    Talking to you
    *In my Mind*

  • wine_mirrors 6w

    Get good marks
    Get a good job
    Get married
    Have children
    Make them do the same

    Sometimes they astonish me, these ambitiously ordinary lives people live.

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    "What do you want to be, when you grow up?"

    "Dead."

  • wine_mirrors 6w

    Lalea
    My lalea
    Wreathed in
    Misery and
    Melancholia

  • wine_mirrors 6w

    Why
    Are you
    Waiting
    For an answer,
    When
    You didn't
    Ask the question
    In the first place

  • wine_mirrors 7w

    Elegy of a grape

    Purple blood
    On the pavement
    Cold, dark skin
    Stiff
    Shedding
    Alcoholic tears
    Weeping wine

  • wine_mirrors 7w

    And we built
    Ashcastles
    From the remains
    Of our burnt
    Broken dreamcatchers
    Yonder the
    Granite seafloor

  • wine_mirrors 7w

    She has this
    BIG ego.

    Like, darn enormous.

    But what can I say, people?

    It matched the
    Size of her heart

    Per.
    Fect.
    Ly.

  • wine_mirrors 7w

    Have you ever loved someone
    So much,

    That they almost
    Become the teddy bear
    You never had in your childhood?

    You want to hold them
    When you're happy.

    You want to hold them tightly
    When you're sad

    And you want to hold them most
    When it's time for sleep.

    I have.
    I do.

    And God forbid
    Should I ever outgrow her,
    My teddy bear for life.

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