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  1. wearestarstuff wearestarstuff
    posted a quote
    November 24, 2012 10:38am UTC
    'three years'
    fresh, falling flowers;
    a drizzle orchestrated by gravity.
    the tiny petals – a brilliant white.
    pointillistically painting over
    the earthen greens
    like fresh colours
    on the canvas of life.
    every spot, an eventual
    new spring.
    in the field,
    gaiety and carefree.
    himself, too, a point.
    on the grand scale,
    only three years new.
    beginning
    living
    his very own spring.

  2. wearestarstuff wearestarstuff
    posted a quote
    November 22, 2012 9:56am UTC
    'i want in & i want out.'
    through this shade,
    rays filter.
    indifferent to
    my prescence,
    projecting the intricacies
    of the lone tree
    on me.
    in the distance,
    congregations i see.
    their cacophony
    (i am glad)
    i cannot hear.
    running my fingers through
    the earthen green,
    ruffling the detritus.
    calming is the geosmin
    assailing my flu-sore nose.
    i hope you don't mind
    this disturbance;
    because i am so done
    (with everyone).
    please let me blend in here,
    and fade out there.
    from what is,
    the new relative external.

  3. wearestarstuff wearestarstuff
    posted a quote
    November 20, 2012 8:47am UTC
    you flutter in and out of existence
    unpredictably.
    but rather predictably,
    you're on my right when standing
    and on my left where we lie parallel.
    where others have trouble forgetting
    the one they love,
    (you've probably figured but)
    my dear, i have to confess,
    i have trouble remembering you.
    i'm sorry.
    you never speak
    nor do anything.
    you're stoical.
    sometimes i wish,
    you'd tug my sleeve
    and revile me for
    hardly remembering you.
    or hit me;
    any physical sensation
    would be welcoming.
    just, something.
    anything.
    but no, you don't.
    you seem to not have any qualms.
    you don't even seem to have
    anything to express.
    to be with you
    is akin to:
    silence.
    solitude.
    nonexistence.
    yet ironically,
    you are the only one
    dispelling these perennial feelings.
    feelings are products of our cognition.
    my dear,
    nameless,
    faceless,
    i wonder if you are
    a seperate existence
    or
    one in the same.

  4. wearestarstuff wearestarstuff
    posted a quote
    November 18, 2012 9:10am UTC
    'differing perspectives / status quos'
    admiring the curves of the ocean's waves,
    trying to wrap his head around
    the immensity of this body.
    vastness and the
    cerulean tint of the sea;
    imageries exemplifying itself
    and of him
    /
    tracing her crescents and troughs,
    hands taut and skins meeting;
    cold wielding,
    inundated by
    regular frequencies of swashes
    warm breaths in cadence
    bodies undulating.

  5. wearestarstuff wearestarstuff
    posted a quote
    November 13, 2012 7:57am UTC
    Body: "Time for spring cleaning!"
    Body: "We have to discard these."
    Body: "It's not brown."
    Body: "Nor can we make it into slime."
    Body: "Out of the mouth it goes then."
    Body: *pukes*
    sick boy's sick joke #1. ha ha ha. >.>

  6. wearestarstuff wearestarstuff
    posted a quote
    November 10, 2012 10:15am UTC
    'maybe'
    maybe one day, we will meet again
    at the same adjacent spot
    now, you know 'again' isn't for the second time
    maybe it'll be the third
    or maybe it'll be the upteenth
    maybe it will be because of routine
    or maybe it will be the result of chance
    (a quick question: do you believe in the law of large numbers?)
    maybe it will be as new
    or maybe we'll feel like
    we've known each other
    for years, quite a few
    we will indulge in the novelty;
    in our mind's hasty attraction
    maybe affection will bloom
    but as theory holds, limerence fades
    maybe we'll have a lovely chat where we stand
    and after, a good book for two
    over a cup of (what i think is) your favourite drink
    constantly conscious of
    the tingle in our light brushings
    and the resultant euphoric high
    as the clock ticks towards twelve
    the day/hour/minute passes
    we will put the last punctuation to this moment
    i would
    with a kiss, like i have known and loved you
    for what time cannot measure
    when in actuality, i don't even know your name
    or maybe
    the last punctuation
    was at the start.

  7. wearestarstuff wearestarstuff
    posted a quote
    November 10, 2012 8:29am UTC
    there shouldn't be so many asterisks
    they are not of uncertainty; the lack of guarantee
    that may have been better, because that's a given
    but they are not
    they are of conditions
    why don't you love
    unrestrained?

  8. wearestarstuff wearestarstuff
    posted a quote
    November 2, 2012 12:05pm UTC
    'marionette/home'
    a bag of bones
    barely holding up
    an arbitrary structure
    constituting to my being
    (temporary)
    like a house
    of scrap wood
    standing tall, but
    it never stands
    the test of time
    moving like a marionette
    volition:
    the strings
    i can only dream
    of controlling
    the house is weathered
    and it's had enough
    i have no home
    no place
    to rest my bones.

  9. wearestarstuff wearestarstuff
    posted a quote
    October 30, 2012 10:33am UTC
    *eyecandy glaces over at my direction*
    "She's definitely in love with me. Yup."

  10. wearestarstuff wearestarstuff
    posted a quote
    October 28, 2012 3:40am UTC
    i know you want
    to get me out of here
    to save me
    from this danger
    which i have ironically
    called home
    but my dear,
    not all bridges
    are meant to be crossed.

  11. wearestarstuff wearestarstuff
    posted a quote
    October 28, 2012 3:04am UTC
    the winds blew her scores away
    when she tried to play the piano
    so she composed
    or rather, slammed
    a disastrous symphony
    of exasperation
    the water wouldn't come on
    when she tried to turn on the shower
    so she sat, crouched
    hugging her legs
    without the much needed embrace
    from the warm water
    settling for the one
    offered by her own tears
    and so she screamed
    but the four walls
    screamed back at her
    she needed to get out
    of this box
    to get out
    of this skin.

  12. wearestarstuff wearestarstuff
    posted a quote
    October 27, 2012 9:35am UTC
    we sat
    (skin brushing-ly close)
    in this pasture
    punctuated by animals
    demarcated by rivers
    you told me how
    our grasp on familiarity
    is so slight
    like dandelion seeds
    barely clinging on
    and i told you
    you can never
    start your spring
    without
    your own space
    "exactly"
    and then
    you were gone.
    -
    imaginary.

  13. wearestarstuff wearestarstuff
    posted a quote
    October 27, 2012 9:12am UTC
    slightly pensive, most parts depressive.

  14. wearestarstuff wearestarstuff
    posted a quote
    October 27, 2012 1:20am UTC
    a lone, alone
    in the icy, bright white
    siberian-like desolation
    emnating cries
    carrying the darkness
    of solitude
    the black ink
    writing, juxtapositioning
    the skies
    calling for anyone.

  15. wearestarstuff wearestarstuff
    posted a quote
    October 26, 2012 7:44am UTC
    I am so nerdy, my girlfriend is the square root of -1.

  16. wearestarstuff wearestarstuff
    posted a quote
    October 25, 2012 10:44pm UTC
    we are the dreamers waiting for the unification of our parallel universes.

  17. wearestarstuff wearestarstuff
    posted a quote
    October 23, 2012 9:38am UTC
    emotionless and
    eyes fixated
    on the ground
    with a blank gaze
    then
    looking at me
    with the same
    unfeeling stare
    don't treat me
    like you treat
    the ground because
    unlike it
    i feel
    or is it that i am
    not extraneous
    but rather a part?
    are the skies
    in your world
    as dark as
    the black
    your eyes
    are crying?
    (i wrote this about someone i saw on the train today. it just seemed to me that something was weighing on her mind. she looked worried, sad and really tired. basically sums up everything.)

  18. wearestarstuff wearestarstuff
    posted a quote
    October 22, 2012 12:07pm UTC
    one day i wish
    to be inert
    i will write
    an eulogy
    for my emotions
    even though there's
    nothing praiseworthy
    about wretched,
    sentient experiences
    for all they've done
    is to burn down
    my paper castles
    which i've built
    to protect myself
    and to increase
    my (make-believe)
    grandoise
    ever so slightly
    i am like a
    gordian knot
    irreversibly tangled
    hopeless, dispensible
    i can only wish to
    feel contented
    with the fact that
    the only way out
    is a cut
    straight through
    by the sharpest
    blade
    for as eulogies
    signify
    i am
    dead.

  19. wearestarstuff wearestarstuff
    posted a quote
    October 21, 2012 12:45pm UTC
    'just for fun'
    or so it initially is
    impressions, unspoken
    compounds
    in feelings and
    expression
    tormented by his own
    mind's fabrication
    fantasies and
    dereliction
    when he never was
    a part of anything
    it becomes an impetus
    (or imperative)
    to flap his wings
    and stir up
    the inner chaos
    heartfelt and spontaneous
    it gives the game away
    and it's no longer
    just for fun
    it's the end of this
    self-conjured game
    and it's time
    to run.

  20. wearestarstuff wearestarstuff
    posted a quote
    October 21, 2012 12:01pm UTC
    if it brings sick joy
    that my heart is
    between your teeth
    well, here you go
    i've learnt that
    to bare is to
    be ridiculed,
    exploited
    yet this discomfiture
    i crave, because
    at least it means
    to you, i exist.

:)

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