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Oh, your motion, Your one-way track A machine body cold and steel, Steal my breath as you pass.

Slow down, Ease your motion Loud whistles and blurs, Lead me to the ocean.

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 06.16.2011 @ 12:38 am

As I tighten my grasp, they slip through, Dripping into the pool of the unrecognizable. They are thin as water and visible as air. The memories remain with me no longer.

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 05.30.2011 @ 6:15 pm

It was told that this apparition was apparent. Its form functioned, Its essence existed. And still, at the birth of a new phantasm, Even the spirit’s sight cannot be described.

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 05.09.2011 @ 1:49 am

Your scars are thick lines in caked eyeliner, Your river runs red with watery blood. Little do you know what I’ve seen from you, The eyeliner you use is made from mud.

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 05.05.2011 @ 2:30 pm

What? You never had any sense of it. Grit your teeth and clench your fists so hard that your nails dig into your palms and break the skin. Forceful. Lose it.

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 04.08.2011 @ 5:01 pm

We made those plans

We held those hands

In the sun, you forgot everything

The surf and the sand

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 04.03.2011 @ 9:22 pm

Galactic, we’re lost seas of swimming stars cream, milk, but no honey no, Hunny, as comfortable as this is, there’s no rhythm and no thought and no love. No galaxy.

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 04.02.2011 @ 2:49 pm

and time stops, the earth stands still dry alone desolate empty dark cold very cold

we look at the future and tell ourselves it’s science, but it could just be imagination.

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 11.19.2010 @ 7:31 pm

He was exposed, standing in front of her. This wasn’t something she had experienced in high-school.

Flustered, she held her Nikon up her her nose, and pressed the button down hard. Again, again. Her hands were shaking.

The model turned to dress, and all she could do was stare. She could barely hear her lens cap fall to the floor.

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 07.18.2010 @ 6:12 pm

The weakest piece in chess, so many little peasants lined up to defend whom they know are the more important, more powerful.♙♟

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 07.03.2010 @ 11:10 pm

Lost in shades of green and black, Leafy canopies and blades of grass

I crunch through dry autumn leaves. I push back wet stalks and thorny tree branches. The light of the beach is so near.

The darkness fades as warmth comes again, I can be found on soft hills of sand.

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 06.24.2010 @ 12:44 am

As for you and me; well, we’re certainly faced with a rising tide.

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 06.22.2010 @ 9:29 pm

He waited quietly. The television was distracting.

“Oh Mr.Sheffield, you wanna play that game? Hyahyahyaahahaa!”

He broke the door open. Her presence was distracting.

“What the?! Who do you think you are, waltzing in here without—”

She was on the floor. Now nothing was distracting.

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 06.20.2010 @ 12:22 pm

It was nothing like playing leap frog on the blacktop outside of our grade-school. No, the blacktop was now his car’s black leather lining interior, and the school was some broken, unrecognizable home. The leap frog became vitalizing. Such a game had never taken our breath and hearts away.

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 06.17.2010 @ 11:55 am

Forever alone. My despair reaches your sight. I turn away in hopelessness. Time is now. This forboding sense of knowing, it’s as if our visions are matching. Forever competing.

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 06.16.2010 @ 11:15 pm

And how does she feel? A hundred bullets through her chest. A thousand trains collided in her. A million tears in the corners her million eyes. A billion times worse than ever is the fallout of her trust and love.

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 06.15.2010 @ 11:49 pm

“You convince yourself that you want it, but you don’t know; You keep on trying to wash the blood from your hands, but it won’t go” —MGMT

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 06.13.2010 @ 10:44 pm

Hawks. Do we really ever see thm? Or do we just think they’re the crows that eat roadkill and make homes out of rooftops

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 06.08.2010 @ 11:25 pm

The strip was on the tip of his tongue. He saw her smile. “It tastes like cherry,” he remarked. “Cherry? But it shouldn’t taste like anything.” She smelt of the ocean. It entranced him. Her smile was lost in the blonde swirls of her hair and the pink flush of her lips. The words were on the tip of his tongue.

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 06.08.2010 @ 12:35 am

You’re exactly like a jellyfish. Painfully, shockingly spineless.

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 06.05.2010 @ 1:47 am

Cold blades creep under my arms and legs and the side of my neck. Lightly it scraps my back at the cloth of my shirt. Irritating, dew on the grass beneath me tickles and itches. It distracts me from what I want to focus on, why I initially thought to lay face-up on my front lawn: glittering and enchanting diamonds in the sky.

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 06.03.2010 @ 11:47 pm

It was way back when, October 2008, in front of the 7-11 we used to go to with all your friends. You gave me your leather jacket for the night. Tears were flowing from my eyes, it was so cold. Yet you braved it in a t-shirt. You don’t have that coat anymore, but you should know I still fucking love the smell of leather, just because of you.

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 05.30.2010 @ 3:37 pm

He neared the end of his life with strong hands wrapped around his throat, the last touch he felt were the long red nails scraping his collarbone.

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 05.28.2010 @ 11:51 am

I’m on again, time to pretend, washed up on the coast, from pillar to post.

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 05.26.2010 @ 10:59 pm

String

string string

those notes together and Sing,

fly away on your one feathered Wing,

to the highest spot on your throne, be King.

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 05.25.2010 @ 10:36 pm

Smoke in my mind Sparks in my eyes Fire in my heart Flinch at the start

Your love is a rocket Fire cracker just lit.

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 05.23.2010 @ 11:49 pm

In the night, your breath fogs the glass as you stare out the window. You realize that you can only see your reflection with the lantern still on; you put it out and look again. Clear now is the image of falling snow, layers piling up over grass, over everything. White, quiet, what you wanted. Will you light the lantern again?

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 05.23.2010 @ 1:48 am

A kite? You wish you were a kite? But why? Oh I get it, I understand. Because they fly.

But why not wish you were something more free? If you were a kite you’d hit lightening and trees.

Wish that you were Superman instead. Or a bird, or a fly, something with a head.

Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 05.20.2010 @ 8:19 pm