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there was little we could say they'll ask what became of you, the girl with smiles that went on for miles. but there you stand, with that well-intentioned man, a smile plastered to your face. sitting there we notice how the plaster is starting to crack. in her grandmother's wedding dress she looks stunning, the photos will sit on his office desk, one or two in their apartment. we all know this, our hearts are dying as we stand in the back of the church.

there are so many men who could've loved you more, but somehow, you lapsed when he was on his knee at christmas, us all standing in the living room. we had all stared, the glow of christmas draining from our faces, i had
nostalgia the clothing clung like small insecure children,

hair plastered to our faces and necks.

dancing in the downpour of eternal youth,

never stopping to think of the consequences.

umbrellas and bad thoughts cast out,

splashing through the puddles,

with eyes like the summer sun.

it was just like that for the longest time.

but then slowly the rain stopped,

and we grew up, donning dry clothing.

we were young once too,

singing our favorite songs and laughing.

there had been no tomorrow,

only that moment then and there.

we didn't stop laughing because we grew old,

we grew old because we stopped laughing.
ignoring phonecalls slowly you grow, like the trees in the yard.

you learn that this town is a trap.

you will never get away from here,

no matter how hard or fast you run.

the endless fields we ran through,

arms spread wide in childish joy.

eventually we collapsed,

in a breathless heap you realize the worst.

we are stuck but unstuck,

hundreds of miles away but never

a phone call away.
together we fall apart i'm a hypocrite,

i very rarely say this for a reason,

it makes me look indecisive.

you're so decisive,

you always knew what to say,

wrapping me around your finger.

darling, tables turn,

but here we are at crossroads,

the odds are stacked high against you.

the two of you are alike,

but upon closer examination,

you are polar opposites.

and we can guess,

with cruel smiles and haunting eyes,

who's phone call i'll be taking tonight.
the strokes there's that song on the radio,

it's that one we used to listen to in your car.

there's tears in my eyes,

which makes me realize the worst.

though i'm extraordinarily happy,

i fucking miss you.

the toothpaste kisses and your promises.

with our knees bouncing as we went,

so young and nervous as the maccabees played.

and you would tell me somedays, sometimes,

we lacked the depth of the ocean,

that our heads had never been screwed on right

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Goodnight Moon

by ~ittybittycrazy

My room is filled with nightmares.
There's creatures in the closet.
The boogie-man under the bed.
Dracula in the drawers.
Something tapping at my window.
Shadows crawling over me, waiting for me to move.
There's a ghost in my radio, and a woman at my door.
My room was filled with good dreams, but not anymore.
I used to cuddle up with two children that loved me.
And the walls would glow with green stars.
Clothes were in the closet.
Nothing under the bed.
Drawers were filled with drawer-ish things.
I'd read Goodnight Moon aloud as the two fell asleep.
We'd nod off cuddled together and dream good dreams.
Then everything changed and I was put in a different room.
In the great green room I dreamed better dreams.
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~isananonymus Feb 8, 2009  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I only miss my old room cause the window could easily be popped out and I could sneak out, I never did, but it was still cool

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Bartholomew is Dead "m'ello?" was the groggy reply to the low sound of an old telephone emitting from the twenty-first century's technology. the young woman sat up, rubbing her eyes as she yawned.

"noah?" the weary, thick voice of a young man asked softly.

"ja, ja," her icelandic slipping off her tongue and into the phone.

"it's barty-"

"yeah, i know," she sighed, "believe me, i knew it was coming."

"you knew?" the disbelief and anger poured out of the phone and into her ear, burning like a wildfire in her cochlea.

"i suspected it, i mean, who else do you know that calls at three am to just 'talk'?" she snorted, "why didn't you call sooner?"

"we've been sBartholomew is Dead by ~ittybittycrazy
not how long we live, but how i use disposable contacts. i switch them out every month. there is a moment, when i'm about to take out the previous month's contacts, where i think of all the things i have seen. those soft lenses gave me a month of vision. a month of irreplaceable sights, moments that mean something to me.

i saw rain in the state of texas, a generally oven-like place. i opened my eyes and marveled in the wondrous feeling of precipitation against my skin.

i witnessed the graceful curvature of a young man's smile, his eyes crinkling around the edges as his dimples were revealed. i saw a flicker of compassion in those hazel eyes, felt his surprisingly soft lnot how long we live, but how by ~ittybittycrazy
the resolution 12.
  your hands skim so gracefully over the ruffled feathery locks. i shiver. the christmas tree is coming down next week. a pile of clean laundry is a makeshift bed. you're leaving in the morning.
  "what's your resolution?"
  i ponder this question for a moment. so i think back.

11.
  i never much liked turkey, surprisingly. you simply laugh and continue carving, i'm thankful to be here with you and your grandma and brother. your grandma smells like old lady perfume, the kind all old ladies wear. i will wear this scent when i am an old lady too.
  "grandma adores you"
  your brother's statement is a warm rush of jack daniel's the resolution by ~ittybittycrazy
of deities or mortals haikuthon

see! i stayed alive,
see that i know my own worth
this is joy luck club

freedom is power,
and power is everything
or so i've been told

it's a tiny foot,
a perfectly awkward angle,
precious face hidden

was spent sleeping in,
between the sheets and eyelids,
cuddled up with you

"owowoww! stop it!"
"fidget-er! do it yourself!"
"i can't! you do it!"

peanut butter and
toasted white bread without crust,
cut diagonally

crippled, i lay there,
the pulsating in my head.
what migraine is this?

today, waking up...
almost as if yesterday
never had happened

cleaning and whatnot,
youtubing and vacuuming,
today is thursdof deities or mortals by ~ittybittycrazy
anything but the truth hushed whispers,
rushing hearts.
remember!
you and me,
summer nights,
burning eyes
like gentle stars,
a selfish paradise.
but somehow always
loneliest when
morning comes
alone now...
forget!
smiling torn lips,
her blood,
rich red wine.
tears are poison,
coursing through
his veins.
look away!
breathe in.
remember!anything but the truth by ~ittybittycrazy
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