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“You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.”

— Albert Camus, Notebooks

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445. The Press

Kissed my girl

lips thirsting, searching,

nectar of the gods

This…this is the answer

to every question I’ll ever know

Soft, sweet, hard and urgent

this love, love emergent

Creation out of nothingness

feeling like new born gods

Existence narrows to senses uncontrolled

we live, we die

in the press

In the press

we’re lost, we’re found

certainty tasted in soft caress

unknown relished in urgent exchange

Kiss me, kiss me now

and with searching, thirsting lips

pour forth questions I want

answered only by you

and your lips alone

We search, we thirst

for certainty

lips, and hearts combined

every question has an answer

aching to be free

body, soul, and mind

Crashing into you,

as you crash right into me

nerves alight, this delight

all we ever want to be

All we ever want to be

captured in the press

and crash

and molding into

smoldering, sensual kiss

Searching souls, seeking hands,

finding peace

and pleasure in discovering

how one we are and still can be.

Hands and hearts remember

when all else is forgot

right now, right here

in the press

So near

to everything we dreamed

these rough hands

worn and seamed

elicit moans and screams

live and die in this moment

stars and moon above

We are one

in flesh…

and in love

- A collaboration of @voidlightmoon and @september-stardust . His words in bold, hers in italics.

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Writing History

Have you ever noticed that when you write

You sit down and pour out your soul and the words all seem too familiar. No matter what I write there’s this overwhelming understanding, that my words have been said before. Each line I write each metaphor, I paint, has been written far more eloquently, the picture painted more clearly. The brush I’ve been holding, guided by these shaky hands, will never catch its beauty the way theirs can. And yet here I am, plucking away at my dreams hoping to make something worthy of being, called new. Hoping to describe a feeling, with such clarity and perfection that my words become the definition. The only way to describe this mental position. And though many will try, the words in their minds, will always come back to my pens reflection. I want to write a picture so perfect it’s words will never be forgotten.

-C.S.

Original by: ArgumentsFromWithin © 2018

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the universe is mostly empty space (even as you hold me)

even as i hold you, last night’s perfume,

scent now faint as your smile

i have only your eyes to guide me. even

as i hold you, aqua- turquoise pools where

i felt like i belonged, your irises home

no more; i break even as i hold you.

my stomach a chrysalis for butterflies bleak;

there’s no bright morning for them to dive into,

no drop of nectar from your tongue, sweetest petal.

even as i hold you, you seem out of reach;

there’s a distance between us ethereal, cosmic,

like the great river that i cannot cross;

a chasm, this tartarus between our breasts.

you do not feel my fingertips on your skin as i hold you;

they are like little whispers of the past on your hair

set on tissues of memories where my names may have been.

and what happened, love? am i not spiral-spreading

of the stars in your galaxy? no more am i everything

when i was being held. i am universe, yet

even as i hold you, i am no more than the void. — A

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“I love you more than I hate myself.”

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your eyes remind me of how the stars appear one by one every night & there’s a moment our hands part the number of doubts bedridden, but your scent is dulling the breeze; to dig a trail of branches from your veins is to believe tomorrow is long enough to ignite a past reflection - know I didn’t give up,

I gave in

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no need to talk just wrap up warm and come take a walk with me among the glow of the lamplight through the white fields of a snowy night then we will return to a roaring fire where we can fulfil our utmost desires

………. Image by @which-craft-me - Room With a View?

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“I’m caught between trying to live my life, and trying to run from it.”

— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being A Wallflower

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My Thoughts

I think of you when it rains

I think of how we would lie next to each other and look up at the ceiling as we soak up the sound

I think of when it’s sunny

I think of how nice of a day it is. I think of how much nicer you would make it being around me bringing me out of the dark and into the light

I think of you when it’s cold

I think of how if weather was a person this weather would most definitely be you, it would be you walking me home with your coat wrapped around me because god knows sometimes I forget on purpose just so we have to be a little bit closer

I think of you when it’s night time

I think of how much comfier I’d become in your arms. How much better waking up would be if i were to wake up to your lips and gentle whispers instead of harsh vibrations and loud rings from my alarm.

I think of you when I’m tired

I think of how much I want to stay and talk even though we both have stuff to do the next day. I think of how much truth slips out of our lips when sleep has left the room and insomnia has walked in.

I think of you when I’m blue

I think of how I always describe you as blue but then I turn out to be the only blue one around. I think about how much more blue i would be without you and how you have shown me that blue is just as beautiful as any other color on the spectrum.

I think of you when I write

I think of how much faith you have in me, enough faith to always know that I can do it, that I got this. And once thinking of you brings me enough confidence I think of you in further detail. I think of how you gaze into my eyes after we kiss. I think of how you smile at me, how you laugh, how you... how you leave me finding myself entranced by every little thing you do.

I think of you

Some people walk into your life and you find yourself praying they never leave.Sometimes those same people walk into your mind and you know they are there to stay

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Addiction

The taste of honey on her lips,

paired with a gaze that continually pulls me back in

begging my fingertips to trace every inch of her sun kissed freckled skin