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I See You

For every bearded face
in low light or sun’s grace
I see you,
you walked past me
a fortnight with your boy,
a stranger, who turned to meet
my gaze,
why did he?
Because he had your face?

Then last night, from the menu
I had to look up to tell you
what I fancied,
was it the house specialty
because your smile clearly
wasn’t on the list?

I’m probably nearest you now,
there aren’t oceans in between,
but deserts sprawl across
my vision and my loins,
and letting you in my mind
randomly, is my oasis.

Hello is always the easiest
and hardest to let go,
one click away,
yet always takes days.

Perhaps tomorrow I shall
rest my eyes on clouds,
will you promise to stay low?
But then again,
I must look at the road.

Right then. Here’s to
seeing your bearded smile
on your own
and not a stranger’s.
I wish.

©2014GravelyTranslucent

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People don’t want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.

 Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor (via wordsnquotes)
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Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol, morphine or idealism.

Carl Jung (via darksilenceinsuburbia)
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The house was caving in this last week.

Rain, his fingertips used to ease
but not lately.
There seemed anger in his heat.

Seven days
that showed me what it felt like
in one of those slowly enclosing walls
you only see in dreams,
ones you wake from sweating.

And was that the smell
of slow decay?

I stepped out today.

And we began talking about metaphors
mud and my eyes that
to her were soft playdoh.

Light seemed to reach in through the cracks
and the heat this time
breathed.

Remind me next time time stops
to run outside in the rain,

die in the cold
than rot in chains.

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I love you-I do-but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you’re always going to leave me…We can’t deny it. You’re always going to leave.

Levithan, David. Every Day.  (via wordsnquotes)
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I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless…

Danielewki, Mark Z.. House of Leaves. (via wordsnquotes)
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