January 2012
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December 2011
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November 2011
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Anonymous asked: Not only do I like your blog (haha I found it) but I also am OBSESSED with you secretly. Ok here we go.. I got this idea from a Tumblr spam I got once lol.. I think you like me too and you were always too shy to admit it :3 go to crushmatches(dòt)com (wtf it wont let me link regular) and make an account there. Then look up the profile 'gottagetme19' (me obviously) I left body...
October 2011
8 posts
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Human Touch.
You’ve got the touch of sincerity. The palms of energy. The prints and lining on your hands are of endless treks of your wandering spirit. You have the calloused fingertips of a musician who picks along pressure and manifests the strums of what harms you most. You have the thumbs of an animal that can’t seem to hold onto what she loves most, and the grip of a generous sun hugging the...
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September 2011
26 posts
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Amaris
You are loved.
*Latin*
Currents and you
Tipping my toes in and teasing the currents. They move in closer as I back up and hinder my feelings. It’s not that I’m playing a game, I want to take this current on. I shy away and ponder in sly bliss. The water gets warmer. I feel more comfortable. Just want to float and let the currents guide me. Just want gravity to carry me. Don’t want to sink in. Don’t want to get...
It’s easier to feel incomplete than it is to feel complete.
to dream is my sedative
No Space For The Spirit To Breathe
The skies are blue, the clouds run freely. The birds chirping melodies of escapism. But here I sit in a cubicle-prison. The voice of the earth tastes sweet and sticky, but i am strained by the humidity of this classroom. I must say, it is hard to breathe in here, and I choke from the downfall of every one’s negative auras. But I still love these people. Maybe one day they can see clarity of...
Girl,
You are a world. Your eyes stained with the sky’s vastness and the ocean’s depth. A child raised by the movement of the wandering wind and wild dancing fires. Exposed as you dance in the midst of your flawless flaws. You are much more than you give yourself credit for. Your voice can be heard worlds away. Your energy striking, god-speed, from galaxy to galaxy. These, all that of pure...
First Period.
Hot as balls.Bunch of annoying fresh meat surrounding me. Not a good place for my spirit to flourish.
I know not where to walk. I know not what to say. I know only how to walk, and how to say what I mean most.
8/10/11. 2:19am
The ozone layer to the walls of my mind are no longer superior. My thoughts leave me vulnerable to a distraught mind.
The Perfect Home
I’ve grown and adapted to a stiff upper-lip, in this home. I’ve straightened my back and never looked behind me, in this home. This home has moved several times. It may seem perfect but the flaws are shown by the family who runs it. Can’t you feel the eruption of their tone of voice. When the parents speak with explosive expression. You can’t see it.
But I do. You...
8/4/11. 11:18am. Thursday.
I ask for too much because I feel confined. I’m reckless because I allow myself to be in a wrong state of mind.
Why?
Because I feel confined. You catch me at times when I always come off with negative vibes.
My walk with death.
I lost my way in heaven to find my way in hell.
What now.
one...two...one...two...
Skipping on top of nothing. Seemingly wanting more. Staying on the run, no looking back. You’re always on the run. Where are you going? What do you think of when you shallow down and solidify.
A fluent aura turned to stone.
Nothingistherenothingistherenothingistherenothingisthere.
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Inspiration ran.
Inspiration gaps suck.
August 2011
14 posts
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You wake up in the morning. You think about what time it is. You think about leaving as soon as possible. A friend calls, or magnetically attracts you. You find yourself in their presence. You smirk in lies of joy. They welcome you and you let yourself go. You walk with them bleakly as they move in your sync. When they’re ahead of you, you’re alone.
What do you think of? You jump...
The walls are invisible. But I still see them there. The walls are the people around Me. And the vibes of the atmosphere They carry. The walls are the mountains, Farther in the distance than I realize. The walls are the trees Swaying in the whispering Wind. Voices of life. But something’s not quite right. These walls seem to cave In with sadness. Can Earth not be happy? I, myself am the...
8/15/11. Monday. 1:22am
She sings in a tone of truth And in the key of conception. Perfectly high, And mildly perfect when low. The she speaks. And when she speaks The world revolves in a Unison of the mass of An explosion from lightning strikes And darkness. And then you sing. All eyes on you. The convolution of the World reversed. The praise of this depth-rehearsed. Time goes by as I Wander in ridiculous lucidity. And...
