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Mother always said...She smelled it a week after they moved in-the acrid smell of rotting tomatoes.  She hadn't noticed it previously, but as soon as the lights had been turned off (the hallway light was left on; she didn't like the darkness), it was all she could smell.  No matter how high she pulled the covers over her nose or if she mashed her nose up against her pillow, she couldn't block it out.              Eventually, she started to drift off despite it, but when the grandfather clock in the hallway chimed midnight, the smell was suddenly joined by something new.  &nb Mother always said...
by ~ChastitySeed
Sister, Sister(Scene opens on a summer day with Claire and Cassidy, nearly sixteen/seventeen year old identical twin sisters.  Claire is lying down, looking up at the sky, and Cassidy is sitting next to her, reading a book.  Claire is the kind of girl who is dependent on others and has the mindset of a small child, even in her late teens.  Cassidy is more poised and mature, and has the attitude that she has been taking care of her sister all her life, which she has)   
Claire: Cassidy?   
Cassidy: Hmm?   
Claire: Do you ever feel like you're floating away?   
Cassidy: (Looks at Claire) N Sister, Sister
by ~ChastitySeed
TimePassingMy life for an hourglass          Time takes far too long to pass  When I entrust the world          Into the winding hour hands   
Second Second Second   
Tick.   
A game show called Interstate Drive           Drives the contestant out of her life  Until I'm forced to return to the tether that ties me  like clockwork I return  
like cogs in a wheel I turn turn turn   
Chime Chime Chime   
Tock.   
You can make yourself blind TimePassing
by ~ChastitySeed
In Medias ResIn medias res            (Because things always sound better in Latin)  We forgot to begin  But instead met in the middle and            (gasping)            Collapsed.   
In medias res            (Because I have trouble starting or finishing so I prefer to exclude it all)  We forgot to look  But instead groped blindly in the dark where           & In Medias Res
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seventeenIt’s like I can see you through the picture’s inch thick paper, feel your eyes moving and flickering and blinking awake. I keep telling myself I need to think in lines, spectres of form and logic to convince myself you’re not really here, in this room, on my bed, asleep and beautiful. I’m not really thinking about how in a few seconds I’ll go and lie for a while next to your breathing, and I’m not picturing myself tracing the cold air as it curves and bends around the angles of your face, to sit lightly on your skin. No, I’m not thinking at all, because thoughts are for the calm, and I am restless and silent seventeen
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orion and andromeda.look, it happened like this.   
you were holding a child's telescope and a book on galileo.  i was holding a grudge against men and fresh flowers.  
 
you called it fate, and it wasn't until years later that i found out you didn't even believe in fate. you just believed in the curve of my spine and the way i tucked my feet beneath me in the chair.   
within an hour of meeting you i loved you.  
i wanted to tell you my middle name. i wanted to tell you about how i sprained my wrists seven times. i wanted to tell you stories about orion and andromeda, but it was cloudy and your eyes were asking for more t orion and andromeda.
by *estallidos
falling.he told me:   
when i think of falling,  i think of comets and  insomnia and midnight  rushes of emotions and  breaking down just to feel   
something   
again. he told me  
when i think of falling,  i think of you.   
but this is okay, because  falling things cannot be  stopped, and   
.   
you have always been the most  beautiful in a quiet way, like how  the moon outshines the sun, and you  have dreams like uncut glass,  waiting to be shaped or dropped or  maybe both and   
you promise you won't let me &nbs falling.
by ~Amertie
an augury of tearsyour love is the wind  
on water.  mine heaves deeper  than cruel riptide. an augury of tears
by ~prairiedaisy
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When I Am Thirty...

Sat Nov 21, 2009, 4:42 PM
...will I look back and find that I've wasted my time chasing things that don't exist?

Will I look back and feel proud of what I have built myself into


Why is it that we spend our childhoods learning how to succeed in the real world so that we can get a job and make a lot of money? Why does life have to be about a career? Why can't it just be about living?


What happened to speaking? What happened to listening? What happened to leading?

What happened to following?


Where is this all taking me? Where am I going?


When will I get there?



Life seems so pointless some days.
Life seems so fleeting some days.
Life seems so painfully like nothing some days

Can I just have another hundred years to learn?
Another two hundred years?
Another eternity?

Can I just
Have
More?

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=RainbowSplatterz Nov 17, 2009, 5:17:53 PM
Abby~! :3

Oh my goodness hi~

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Please don't give up,dear you.
I'm but the silver moon sliding through :music:
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*Mur-kun Sep 27, 2009, 8:21:28 AM
Beautiful stuff. c:

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Let's put a smile on that face... c:

...

WHY SO SERIOUS? I was only joking.

I love Jesus and nothing will ever change that. :heart:
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~ChastitySeed Sep 27, 2009, 2:29:18 PM
Thank you so much <3

--
what a wonderful thing
is the end of a string
(murmurs little you-i
as the hill becomes nil)
and will somebody tell
me why people let go.

- e.e. cummings
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*Mur-kun Sep 27, 2009, 4:40:45 PM
You're very welcome. :)

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Let's put a smile on that face... c:

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WHY SO SERIOUS? I was only joking.

I love Jesus and nothing will ever change that. :heart:
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~ChastitySeed Sep 27, 2009, 2:29:30 PM
:heart::heart::heart:

--
what a wonderful thing
is the end of a string
(murmurs little you-i
as the hill becomes nil)
and will somebody tell
me why people let go.

- e.e. cummings
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~ChastitySeed Oct 7, 2009, 7:48:51 AM
I miss yooooou ):

--
what a wonderful thing
is the end of a string
(murmurs little you-i
as the hill becomes nil)
and will somebody tell
me why people let go.

- e.e. cummings
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~MistressTate Sep 25, 2009, 5:04:55 PM
Hope it's okay with you, but I featured you and some of your work in a journal of mine. :)

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"Infidels! You have desecrated this holy ceremony! I condemn you to the realm of the ancient dead!"

"Uh, y-y-you mean Miami?"
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