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Known Unknowns Sunshine shores on a shadowy morning.Known Unknowns by ~eleaphotogirl
Blackness that soothes me.
I want the dark.
Not the night, but the beautiful colors I see.
The hidden yellows and oranges.
You can hold me anytime you want.
Entrap me in your black gaze.
I fall for it.
The smirk that your full soft lips make.
They make me laugh so delightfully.
I'm mad at you, but not for long.
Our bodies respond to one another.
As though we link together.
We make a balance.
Fire and ice. Night and day. Black and white.
I don't understand why they stare.
Why they give such hateful glances.
All I see is your beauty.
All I see is you.
It is all I have ever seen.
Not a
Apparently She Died Sit in distress in a pretty dress.Apparently She Died by ~eleaphotogirl
Make it a different tune?
No she promptly says
(it's already in her head).
Bleeding fish dripping on her hand.
Make it a different song?
Okay she says defeated
(it doesn't matter to her anymore).
Poison tea in a yellow teapot.
Make it say something else?
Yes she says with excitement
(she forgot who she is)
Moving invisible chess pieces.
Make it different!
She says nothing in reply
(her mouth refuses to move).
Sitting in a dress distressed.
Make it like it was before?
She is done now
(apparently she died).
Darkly Twisting smoke from black tongues;Darkly by ~eleaphotogirl
On the eve of the strident mouth.
Stand in wonder as the day glimmers.
The night comes darkly,
darkly
Struggling against the tools of torture.
Grasping at the throat of the heart.
Silence now. Hear the beat.
The night fades darkly,
darkly
All the circumstantial evidence,
Amounts to a simple verdict of the lingua.
Bleed dear one there does come a defeat.
The night awakens darkly,
darkly
Hark! The day dissolves so ugly.
Gasping fish choke on air.
Air, lost friend, abandon not.
The night it longs for thee darkly,
darkly
Contemplating minds of the young,
Die so slowly betwixt the
Amazed 
I guess you've just been busy as of late.
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"quixotic: foolishly impractical especially in the pursuit of ideals; especially : marked by rash lofty romantic ideas or extravagantly chivalrous action"
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Even the smallest things have a purpose
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If ever there was a representation of my future it would probably be an airplane crashing into the earth from a round of friendly fire aimed by the inventor of the nuclear bomb frying his eyes out.
I'd buy it
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"quixotic: foolishly impractical especially in the pursuit of ideals; especially : marked by rash lofty romantic ideas or extravagantly chivalrous action"