| there's a way to heal empty, broken hearts. there's a way to look past torn destinies and attempted fates. and i've found it to be writing unsent letters. |
~rightwhereyoubelong
Amanda J. BaneyUnsent Letter
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Faded Throughi. there were dreamlights caught inside her eyes as she stared outside the frosted windows. she held the universe in the palm of her hand, while she stumbled on glass stilettos.Faded Through
she was addicted to red wine, like the stains left behind by the kisses she left on lovers' necks.
ii. sometime in the night, she cried for her lover, said that living wasn't easy, that dying wasn't fair. and i remember the way she spoke, as if she wasn't really ever there.
iii. i read the story of her life on the lines across her wrist. she said something i
by ~rightwhereyoubelong
Seducing DeathI.Seducing Death
i watch her go through guys like her compulsive habit of crushing packs of cigarettes by the hour. and i feel for her as she swallows rat poison in fancy little glasses at the bar, the kind with the green olives floating like dead bodies in a sea of decay.
she used to croon sweetly into the mic with her red lips painted the same shade as the heart she hid on her sleeve. i follow her downward spiral as she stumbles to her knees night after night, when i used to believe that she'd make it, but she never said please.
her voice has a choke, a mechanical croa
by ~rightwhereyoubelong
Winter's Cagewinter reminds me of a crippled man;Winter's Cage
a bent, old creature with a curved spine
that arches like a tasteless rainbow,
and those colors reflect a gray, worn by time.
I've always wanted the old grandeur of swallowing burning scotch poured from a crystal decanter, and to surrender before a dying fire whose red, dusty ashes have need of raking. I'm slouched between the arms of a chair with high wings and a wrinkled cushion of leather, while my tired feet are masked with cotton slippers that are faded with time and wear. Time can be deceived here, as thinned and yellowing pages of aged books are turned
by ~rightwhereyoubelong
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metastasisi made a collect call to your sympathymetastasis
but it's not accepting the charges
and you're playing "idon'tcares" for a dial tone
as my fingers stumble, searching for the right numbers to make you listen.
but i can only leave so many messages
on your [un]answering machine
before i lose my voice altogether
so that i'm left rasping out awkward silences that fill the notches of your ribcage leaving that subtle beat that begs to get out completely trapped behind electrostatic bones and it's in the emptiness of your response that i realize our love has been disconn
by *paperheartsyndrome
sempiternala. we drive faster at night so that the world is streaks of light ripping through the darkness and i press my face against the window and watch stars die in the skysempiternal
[sometimes, i wonder if they're just shutting their eyes so they don't have to see this mess called 'us'.]
b. you were lightning in a bottle bolts striking cracked glass sides trying to escape and it's my glowinthedark vision that makes you glitter more brightly when
you finally get blown out
[make a wish just remember they never come true or else, i would have just wish
by *paperheartsyndrome
schlenter0. i used to believe in a lot of things like the upward curve of your smile and the feel of each rise of your spine under porcelain skinschlenter
against my ever hesitant fingertips or the way your eyes sparkled like diamonds
in the near darkness but most of all that the space between
each of your fingers was made just for mine
[i wish i could have recorded the song of your heart since i used to think it beat just for me]
1. i used to believe you loved me and you would tell me i had skin that glinted silver like sidewalks which is probably why y
by *paperheartsyndrome
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Journal History
- Mar 18, 2009 in fine.
- Dec 22, 2008 amour fati.
- Jan 19, 2008 une dernier danse.
- Dec 9, 2007 ad libitum.
- Dec 2, 2007 ad astra.
- Nov 13, 2007 sans amour.
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| what's there to say for myself other than that i live and breathe just as you do, and i have needs and desires, and i know despair and real love, just as you find yourself having and knowing; in the fine line of separation dividing between us, we're both still the same in our humanity, and in our desire to be understood and loved. |
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- Current Residence: enterprise, alabama
- Interests: art. in all its various forms.
- Favourite movie: king arthur. star wars. gone with the wind.
- Favourite band or musician: nine inch nails. opeth. fiona apple.
- Favourite poet or writer: anne rice. stephen king. john steinbeck.
- Personal Quote: "It's a long walk back to Eden, dear, so don't sweat the small stuff."
- Email: starsthatburn@gmail.com
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