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  1. basorexia* basorexia*
    posted a quote
    June 13, 2015 1:01am UTC
    Life is like a piano.
    White keys represent happiness.
    Black keys represent sadness.
    But as you go through life,
    you must remember that even the black keys
    will still make music .

  2. *nerium* *nerium*
    posted a quote
    January 10, 2015 11:43pm UTC
    I cannot swim but I let you drag me far out to sea - I did not think you would leave me there.

  3. *nerium* *nerium*
    posted a quote
    December 12, 2014 7:25pm UTC
    You. You are the rain. You are a thunderstorm that destroys houses and homes. You are the downpour that people pray for, and you are the comforting sound of drizzle in the night-time. You are essential to life, and people may complain but you will always be important.

  4. *nerium* *nerium*
    posted a quote
    December 11, 2014 8:38pm UTC
    You are a wineglass. She will wrap her mouth around you, stain you with red lips, and make you feel loved. And then, with great force, she will throw you to the ground. You will shatter into thousands of pieces, scattered and divided, and it is not until then that you will realise you are not as important as you think.

  5. *nerium* *nerium*
    posted a quote
    September 4, 2014 8:10pm UTC
    my sadness is a vulture;
    a bird that pecks and pecks
    until it sees blood and bone

  6. *nerium* *nerium*
    posted a quote
    August 30, 2014 3:24pm UTC
    What did one ocean say to the other?
    Nothing, they just waved. Like you, I guess.
    Except you didn't wave, you didn't do anything. For me, there was no goodbye - there was nothing but an empty house and cold sheets. I cried for hours, enough salt water to create an ocean; enough to drown the entirety of Polynesia.
    It's hard to adapt to being this cold after spending so long bathing in the sun. With you, I felt like the Mediterranean; light and warm, you induced a sleepy euphoria that no drug could ever give. And now, bitter and shivering, I feel like the Atlantic; cold enough to shock and kill.
    What did one ocean say to the other?
    Nothing, they said nothing.
    Just left in the dead of night.

  7. *nerium* *nerium*
    posted a quote
    August 27, 2014 5:35pm UTC
    blood caked beneath my nails, it's worse than it looks. i don't dig my hands into old wounds, and i don't really care for killing - there's just an itch in the shallows of my skull, and i think i've dug too deep; i'm feeling kinda scared now, because i can see my brain, and it's full of so many things. it's sort of cramped, and it's kinda weird to think of your brain as an actual place instead of an actual brain, but it sort of is a place, because your brain holds memories and memories are just a bunch of places, really...right? the brain is a very big place, if you think about it, and that very big place is crammed and crushed into a very small space.

  8. faye_at faye_at
    posted a quote
    August 25, 2014 9:58pm UTC
    aren't metaphors convenient
    you speak about the sun and the stars,
    and your blue skies
    and then break inside

  9. *nerium* *nerium*
    posted a quote
    August 21, 2014 4:58pm UTC
    he was a neurotoxin, something to keep me going, and something to soothe my mind. he was excitingly illicit, some kind of crazed, psychotic stimulant for my mind. he bought euphoria, made me transcendent, and ripped the world apart. he made me feel like i could do anything; he removed the boundaries.
    i was constantly moving. it hurt to stop, so i never did; even when i was sitting, my mouth would move at brute force, i'd talk for hours and hours - until my mouth was dry - to nothing but my furniture. and afterwards, when i lie in bed, i'd grind my teeth so hard they broke and filled my mouth with salt.
    i didn't care; i was too numb to care.
    one night, whilst i was vigorously picking at the skin of my elbow, i caught my face in the bathroom mirror, and that's when i noticed how pale and flushed i was. my skin was blotchy and scaling in places. here i had started to worry, because dilated pupils are not normal.
    and then i went numb, not for a little bit but a very long while.
    he touched my mind and it went blank. i do not mean like a canvas, a beautiful new beginning. but like a city, dilapidated and left to rot alone. every neurotransmitter stopped, went black like the Arctic in winter and i forgot how to breath, how to speak. i went lax like a infant and my mind pulsated with the wrath of a thunderclap.
    i fell from the ceiling.
    and then everything kick-started at once, my heart was beating a rhythm so catastrophic i felt like i was dying, my lungs burnt with the rush of air impacting inside of them, and my vision was so blurred i thought i was going blind. i started crying hysterically, twitching like an insect, my neck stiff and my organs loose, burning like carbon subnitride.
    i degenerated quickly, ageing like a fly and then i crawled, seeking to be nurtured by Hypnos. he held me and i woke alone, old and saddened; my fixation was gone, and all i had to show was missing teeth.
    i waded through the waters of Lethe, and followed Thanatos into the fields of Elysium.

  10. *nerium* *nerium*
    posted a quote
    August 13, 2014 8:49pm UTC
    she was bred in the summer, during the solstice; the longest day, the hottest day. she entered the world sunburnt, with a peeling nose and flaking scalp.
    and she had never once felt the cold, burning was the default and scolding was the peak. thermometers always broke; glass in her mouth, spirits on her tongue. sometimes it hurt, and always it was exhausting.
    even in the snow, stripped bare, her skin was flushed - red as an english rose, freckled and bright - she shone with perspiration; sweat trailing into the dip of her mouth, the taste bitter like acidic rain. the surface of her cheek streaked with evaporated tears.
    When she cries, the room becomes oppressive - her very own amazonia, right in the heart of manáos - and I am left, stuck on the bed as i wait for the the rain to stop choking me with its humidity. She apologises so much, always with such sincerity, it leaves my throat sealed and my mouth parched like uluru during mai wiyaringkupai.
    she laughs though, often and always, and these days are best. the room becomes clear, bright with a pleasant heat - a picture perfect postcard. i love her laugh, it is brash and unapologetic and it makes me feel the sun; this is gravely important, as i have never felt the heart of summer, just as she has never felt the cold embrace of winter.
    i hold her hand, and it is so hot in comparison to my own, i swear i see steam emerge from the spaces between our fingers. She smiles wide and her lip cracks down the middle, as dry as paranal. i want to kiss her. i really do.
    i bet she tastes like the solstice; the longest day, the hottest day.

  11. faye_at faye_at
    posted a quote
    August 13, 2014 2:07am UTC
    I gave you words
    and you turned them
    to poetries
    and
    when you gave them
    back to me
    in stichic verses
    I couldn’t understand
    a thing.
    The sun became
    a metaphor,
    and the rain did
    too.
    And it makes me
    so angry that
    even my name
    sounds like a metaphor
    for something now
    to you.

  12. *nerium* *nerium*
    posted a quote
    August 8, 2014 6:22pm UTC
    he was cold and it sometimes hurt to touch him, he made my skin itch with the tell-tale signs of frostbite setting in and sometimes i would cringe. i never shied away though, because the pain was worth the touch, the blessing.
    permanently, he was tainted blue, like lake fryxell or the Odessa sky in spring.
    bundled in blankets and burning his hand with the iron, he shivered.
    i loved his cheeks, they had a sign of life - they were red, blood vessels rushing to the surface - a kiss from jack frost. i was jealous.
    i made him angry once and it was beautiful. snow fell from the ceiling, a blizzard in the bedroom, defying logic and reason. it did not stop for hours - it did not melt - and when his mother died; he cried, and the room cried with him - lightening and thunder; the dark roar that makes children scream and hide beneath their beds. this, too, lasted for many hours. the snow melted, and my carpet was soaked with the smell of petrichor. he apologised and i did not understand why, because i've always loved the rain - the sound, the smell, the touch, the taste.
    i bet he tasted like rain.

  13. *nerium* *nerium*
    posted a quote
    July 25, 2014 7:36pm UTC
    the ride is long
    i am tired and
    so is the sun, it seems
    we both drift from the world
    but unlike the sun,
    the world seems brighter without me

  14. *nerium* *nerium*
    posted a quote
    July 15, 2014 8:58pm UTC
    In the night, I lay, still
    as men shout in the dark
    they laugh loudly and
    without fear for they
    are drunk, and alcohol
    can bring forth a breed
    of confidence that
    years of therapy
    never could
    I lay still,
    and I listen
    as they shout and cry,
    there is a smash
    and I think of how
    someone has now lost their confidence,
    how it is slowly swirling down the drain
    I lay and I wonder
    why I feel so afraid,
    tucked inside my bed,
    whilst these men are fearless
    of the night in which they dance

  15. *nerium* *nerium*
    posted a quote
    July 10, 2014 4:39pm UTC
    I want to be a drug. I want to be worth something; I want to be priceless. I want euphoria to be found within me and I want the pain of withdrawal to replace my absence. I want to be sought after - begged for - I want to be the reason people shiver and shake. I want to kill someone by making them feel alive, by making them feel loved; important. I want to be dangerous and addictive and I want people to die for me.

  16. *nerium* *nerium*
    posted a quote
    June 26, 2014 12:07pm UTC
    When he sings, he makes me melt
    like a popsicle on the Fourth of July

  17. *nerium* *nerium*
    posted a quote
    May 23, 2014 7:44pm UTC
    In my life I was given an entire age to learn to love myself - an entire lifetime settled between dusk to dawn - and with it I did nothing but count the ways I was unworthy of love. When suddenly, I was at the twilight, and I had become very, very scared of reaching the horizon.

  18. *nerium* *nerium*
    posted a quote
    May 1, 2014 4:21pm UTC
    I remember the sky.
    I remember it had no stars, and I found that sad. Without stars, the sky was lonely - like me. So I joined the sky that night, and together we live, lonely and dark.

  19. Rico* Rico*
    posted a quote
    April 5, 2014 11:10pm UTC
    Sunsets are a symbol of one view,
    When a being looks up with no clue.
    Those that are simply two wings of the same bird,
    Obliviously continue on without a word.

    Days full of a lowest feeling,
    To an evening calm, weightless, appealing.
    Up until their final, beatiful, flawless hours,
    Souls receive bullets and flowers.

  20. *nerium* *nerium*
    posted a quote
    April 1, 2014 7:26pm UTC
    but people aren't just puzzles that can be created and taken apart, because with puzzles you can tell when a piece is missing - you spot a gape and you have a vague idea as to what piece is missing - people aren't like that. we are sand, we consist of hundreds of thousands of molecules, we are several hundred million grains of sand and sometimes a grain will fall from the sculpture that is our bodies and our souls. with time we wither as the ocean soaks into our frame and soon we start to sag, the grains collapse and crumple - some fall off in chunks - but we do not notice because we consist of so many little pieces that one grain will not be missed. until one day, after several million grains of sand - several million grains of you - have crumpled and been washed away by the ocean do you start to feel empty, and you notice this gape within you and you have no idea as to when or even how you had lost this part of yourself, you cannot find it because it consisted of many pieces and it is so very small. it has no shape, it is just a mass of nothing, and you crawl along the floor in a vain attempt to find all your missing pieces but they all look the same and is this piece even yours or are you stealing someone else's missing grains of sand? we do not consist of five hundred pieces of cardboard cut into geometric shapes, we are sand and we erode at a pace so slow we do not even realise we are missing chunks of ourselves until the ocean has eaten everything that makes us who we are.

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