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my favorite part of it all was watching you dance through the many jaded halls in the ruins that were my heart

dc (via blvckzeus)

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If you so happen to fall in love with me, I must warn you, I am a writer. I will etch your smile into the back of my mind. When I look in your eyes I will be captivated by the way the light hits them. I will carve your image in the stars, I’ll end up finding your laughs in the crevices of my...

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When you left I thought I'd surely never see you again But as days turned into weeks and weeks into months Little tiny pieces of you began to show up in my smiles, my laughs, my taste and everywhere else Some people leave each other with clothes, a song or two and a collection of memories But how do you tell someone to come get their stuff when it is fragments of their very soul that has been left behind?

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She doesn't just walk into a room, it is as if her feet never touch the ground as she brings a heavenly glow into the room that would make you swear you see a halo a over her head and wings upon her back. I've seen beautiful women before but to call this woman beautiful would be an insult. There is something about the way that when she looks into your eyes it ignites your bones and the cold frost that lingered inside of you just melts. When she happened to smile in your direction it was like staring into a bonfire on a cold winters night. Exquisite and elegant, God's masterpiece hand carved to perfection. Yet anger her and you would surely feel the heat of the flames that mesmerized you with that same beautiful dance. She is what royalty looks like when you look into the history books, Cleopatra would envy the sight of her. An angel straight out of heaven, skin more golden then all of King Midas' gold, she is perfection. A shining star in the middle of the giant vacuum of space that is life. It's funny to use that comparison because when she enters the room it is as if she is the sun and we are mere planets lost in awe, trapped in her orbit. No doubt a breathtaking view, yet for some reason she seems unhappy. A certain uncertainty that lurks in her heart. I wonder how many times a day the blessing it is of the opportunity to be in her presence is abused on foolish ambitions. Perverted innuendo's must find her light like flies to a lamp. It truly is a shame that beauty is so unappreciated these days. Instead of seeing how a beautifully complex soul compliments a divine appearance most people simply see what is on the outside and leave out the rest. It truly is a shame, having a masterpiece before you and only viewing but a corner of it. -dc

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I've neglected this blog for far too long

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You were the sun and I the boy who flew too close.

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My eyes met yours late at night within a snug embrace. Our lips enjoyed a pleasant rendezvous. Off in our horizon the stars danced and planets glowed. I held onto you, my last breath of air while being lost in space. I know I should've savored the sacred moment but I couldn't help it the excitement caused me to take you in gulps. You're fading away from me now, the more I struggle to hold on to you the more you slip away. Reality rushes in, there are no stars. I'm laying in bed sweating, naked, alone, and empty.

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Oh what a feeling it is to be in possession of a dream. To clutch an inspiration that ignites an inferno deep down in your soul. That delivers a tingling sensation throughout your bones. One that when others would become satisfied and grow content shouts out from deep in your heart and demands more. My dream keeps my blood flowing when my heart wants to give out, my dream keeps my feet moving when they exhaust from the miles. My dream sprouted wings on my back and flew me away from average and landed me with the upper elite. It's such a beautiful feeling to host an intuition that by itself can boast. My dream shouts out to the heavens, it shakes the earth, this lovely dream of mine. When I feel as though my energy is depleted and that my soul will diminish it's my dream when I need it that will replenish. This lovely dream of mine grants me a hunger that makes me starve until I've fulfilled my every last ambition. It's just kind of amazing to be born with the very fire people search their whole life for. That fire that engulfs your very core. The guiding light that leads me to greater truths. Thank God for this wonderful dream of mine.

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It's actually rather nice, that moment when infatuation is sparked. You can see it like a fire in the skies. Loneliness' sudden demise all captured within the twinkle of her eyes.

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You were...(waking up from the dream)

I looked at you and saw a sun amongst stars. Everyone would try their best to catch my eye but it was always you who's shine that made my world sustainable. Your embrace was warm and full of life. Being around you was like being a kid in a toy store on a shopping spree. Everywhere you went it seemed as if unhappiness was magnetically forced from the area. Everything about you was perfect, especially in my eyes. When you walked down the street alongside me it was as if I were following a comet. You were a once in a lifetime occasion. You were that beautiful miracle that they said would never happen in a million years. To look into your eyes was to witness thin air turn to pure gold. When I went to sleep you were my dreams. It's funny because we were so backwards. You were plus I was minus. You were push I was pull. You were water and I was fire. We clashed so beautifully as age old rivals. We would fight so hard, just to laugh it all away and wonder what the hell we were even disagreeing about. Slowly but surely you became the oxygen in my lungs. You were the alcohol in my shot glass. I would stay up all day and all night basking in your essence because love you were something more than the normal. This was no infatuation. You were the strings to my harp you were the voice to my singer. Darling you were my everything. Though now you're gone, and I know it is wrong yet I still look for you when I come around the corners. I hope to catch that amazing walk that had me love drunk at first glance. My windmill sits out in barren fields idle. I sit in my desolate fields hoping for storms. I want it to rain oceans and see if the water can fill the canyon that you left in my heart. Whenever I see lightning now, I am simply drawn to it. I stare in awe wondering if lightning can strike me twice. I sit and stare at the moon wondering how the moon can stand saying goodbye to the sun as it sets knowing that they will never be together. At this point I lay in my tiny bed in that tiny town, wishing that next to me was my tiny miracle. I tried oh how I tried to deny it. I tried to toughen up, move on and be a man. Yet when my mind denied you in the day it tucked you inside only to reappear In the night. In my dreams I drowned in my unshed tears. People told me why are you so caught up on someone who doesn't think of you? Someone who can go on about their day with a smile not caring at all how you toss and turn. Yet all I could see was that golden walk that reminded me of the flight of a comet. They threw dark upon your name yet still I see memories of you lighting up my world. Sleeping was hopeless. Each and every night you would come to my tiny bed in my tiny town, nestle up beside my body. You felt like rays of sunshine after centuries of being frozen. I began to feel the tingling sensation that once had me dreading sleep because it was time away from you. I seen the glow that once brightened even the darkest days of my life. As you placed your hand against my cheek I could feel the scars leave my face. Scars that maimed the wonderful smile that made people wonder what could possibly make a man that happy? As our lips gently rendezvous, I could not believe it but the long overdue meeting was finally happening. Between kisses you breathed life into me. I could taste your immaculate energy that left me captivated that day when you walked into class and fatefully selected the desk directly to my left. I don't even like left but for you I would cut off my right hand and learn to be left handed. You looked up kissing me and I felt that sensation I once knew as everyday life. I felt time slow down and I could hear nothing but our heartbeats. You crawled back to the crevices in my heart, the place you once rested like normal. I could feel the heat of a hot Las Vegas summer night. I could hear all of the sounds of laying together in bed at night. So many kisses, I pull you close to look into your eyes to see my world as I once did so often. Yet this time I saw nothing. You faded to the black of the night. Confused at first I opened my eyes to find myself in my tiny bed, in that tiny town, by myself. I felt the cold chill of being left out in the void of space. My beautiful solitude, my sense of new adventure, the trees the birds and the bees all died, at the thought of kissing you again. Breathing heavy and feeling the cold, I grab some shorts and step outside. I walk outside to find a snow storm. The frost feels welcomed. I've become that farmer in the middle of the barren field. Void of life, with an idle windmill. My heart wide open praying to the sky that it rain an ocean to fill my heart, praying that lightning strike me twice in this life of mine.

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To all of the beautiful queens in the world, all of them no matter your ethnicity or skin tone you deserve to be noticed and recognized. I see you love

Beautiful, battered, bruised, cracked, yet still you remain utterly stunning. I run my hand down your face and feel the dried up tears, I lay my ear to your breast and I can hear the way your heart beats on even though its broken. Beautiful, battered, bruised, abused queen of my world I love you dearly. You stare into mirrors with that uncertain gaze and become depressed, yet why? Due to the misleading perception you allow to distort your view somehow the amazingly wonderful fantastic woman you are disappears from your eyes. You miss all of the spectacular aspects of you and why? You consider a few cracks and scars to make you ugly? A few missing pieces make you empty? Love I will pick those pieces up and place them back where they belong. Just because you were misused, let down, taken for granted, down right abused, absolutely does not make you any less of the spectacular, majestic, immaculate queen that you are love. You reign supreme in a valley of sin. You get knocked down, beaten, you get told unimaginable things so false they surely do turn tongues as green as the slimy skin of the bastard that dares to try to define you as anything less than perfect. For you gaze deeply into these mirrors, and where you see scars, bruises and cracks I see evidence. Evidence that through the rain and all of the pain, through the abuse, mistreatment and the misinterpretation of the true value of your ever wonderful being, STILL YOU RISE. Still you find reason to greet the sun with a smile that steals the shine of the morning sky. Still you walk through your day holding your head up high as the lioness trotting through the jungle. You my queen reign supreme through the valley of those who misinterpret, misunderstand, and those who truly are blind. They scoff at your scars, they laugh at your cracks, but they are missing out. Your essence shines brighter than the stars through the dark abyss of space that is the distorted view of society. Oh they try ever so hard to bring you down yet each day you rise above. You may think nobody witnesses your efforts to shoulder the burden of continuing this daily routine, struggling through days trying to hold everything together, you may think you're alone but love you are not. You are the inspiration that every young woman should strive to be. You are the magnificent mother panther in the trees. You are so spectacular, you shine in days where most are too afraid to shine so they become a dull drone lost in the mix of the world. Forever being whatever everyone else wants them to be. Yet you, your flame burns bright, the light in the dark tunnel you are for no one shines the way you do. Stay strong baby for you are truly one of a kind. You, the wonderful paradox that you are. Behind closed doors crying tears over people who do not matter, yet walking the streets with the brightest smile on your face. Looking at yourself and imagining oh so many flaws yet out and about looking absolutely flawless. Darling, you're hard work is noticed, do not ever think that you are anything less than what you truly are. Love you are phenomenal, and anyone who tells you anything else is blind, and I pray for their good that maybe one day they will open their eyes and see the fantastic, wonderfully magnificent, extremely wonderful queen that you are.

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She lives in my lab, forever locked away in the dungeon that is my mind. I say this not in actuality yet she exists in my dreams. She visits often and it leaves me craving my dreams more than I crave reality. She dances oh so lovely and blesses me with the sweetest kiss, yet unfortunately she only exists in my mind. Hard at work I am searching for her everlasting touch, forever looking through a sea of faces hoping to find her. Y'all might find it funny but somehow I can walk through the never ending crowds of unknown people and see familiar faces. Yet for some reason, I just can't find you. It feels as if you are sitting in broad daylight glistening among the dull cycle of life and yet to you I am for some reason blind. You can not imagine the pain of being so close and yet so far. Someday I will find you, and love you with the passion of a burning sun on a summers day.

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The most beautiful thing I've ever written. The epitome of my entire life

We focus on pursuing perfection in the attempt to attain greatness in the process but ultimately fail at attaining perfection and thus growing absolutely mad over our inability to achieve the very thing we knew no matter the extent of our obsession over it we would never seize it and no matter our efforts to escape the clutches of this fatal enamor we will ultimately fail for to set out upon this path is to accept that impossible is nothing thus we are stuck in an infinite loop of chasing that which we cannot capture which drives us deep into madness and causes us to wake up and realize how incredibly insane we truly are. To think that we could actually become perfect. The most arrogant attempting to assume an immaculate role. Pity that despite our madness we are closer than we ever knew yet appear to be farther than we could ever imagine. Trudging onward we seek the light at then end of the tunnel to illuminate our dim lives and in the process we become blind to anything else but perfection. It's incredible the torture of being so close yet so far.

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Here I sit, eyes blood shot red, sin surrounding me like the crows that circle a body waiting to die. Subtle whispers constantly trying to draw me down the road I swore I would never travel. Heat from the blaze causes me to run through this maze we call life. I can feel the flames pushing me on down the road. Sickening twists and turns as my stomach starts to lurch I can feel this is not a good path but it is seemingly the only path available. Sick absolutely sick. What is this life? Falling on down the road helpless with no way out. This is not living this is barely existing.

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bittersweet kisses that rest upon thy brow an ending so tragic we deserve to bow unfortunate twists and turns bring us ill fate i guess we just could never relate surrounded in constant debate star crossed lovers, only just too late

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It's insurmountable the angst that I wake to each and every morning. The infinite number of thoughts and worries that clog my thought process at night. Constant revolution with absolutely no recovering.