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skeletal dreams: I'm still here

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Thursday, May 10. I also apologise if I worried anyone. I didn't mean for it at all. Well, now that I've remembered how I used to write, how beautiful and kind you readers are, I am going to try to start it up again. I know it's not much, but here are two snippets of something I wrote down in my notebook one day. I wait for the sound of your footsteps, but they become quieter and quieter, until I can hardly hear you at all aside from your socks softly brushing against the dark brown wood sometimes. May 1...

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skeletal dreams: Last Breath

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Monday, November 21. I often wonder what your last. Thoughts were as you. Lay in that stiff and sterile. Hospital bed, the poisonous. Cancer rushing through your blood. Finishing to feast on the last. And rotted like the rest. While you slept your second wife. Shaved your stubble because you. Couldn't do it yourself anymore. Or maybe you were too proud—. Maybe you let them grow,. Your tiny grey, prickly hairs. Knowing this would be the last. Time they crawled from beneath. Your skin to see the daylight.

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Only Underneath The Stars: So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night.

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Only Underneath The Stars. So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night. This is it, my darlings. The time has come, as the Walrus always says. The Storyteller's journey with you is ending here, but she will live on in this notebook. I've filled. For it is full, my sweet, sweet dears, there are no more blank pages to turn to. I must focus, I must retain, I must paint. How much this world needs a good coat of fresh paint. But I will be here, if you need me, I won't leave you entirely. The diary cant end!

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ars est mortem | Stochastic Reveries

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Of where to find me. The (reasonably filtered) mind of jenica rose. The artist left his work unfinished and went to bed. He was soon asleep, and while asleep he died and went to hell. Contemplating the dark aesthetics of the river Styx, the artist boarded Charon’s boat and crossed over into hell actual. Brushing aside drifting ghosts, the artist trod the wide, smoothly paved road to Hades’ palace. There were no guards at the door, and the artist entered immediately, attempting bravado. Hades grinned....

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skeletal dreams: about

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Is an anthology of personal poetry inspired by. Dreams, unspoken words, feelings, voices and shadows of strangers, memories, endearing souls, and facets of my imagination. I am a young university student studying journalism, writing, and philosophy. Thank you for reading, I treasure your words. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Skeletal dreams. Powered by Blogger. Since december, 2010.

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Floating: Wings

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And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful that the risk it took to blossom." - Anais Nin. These are the hearts that teach me to fly. Thank you all so so much. Chronicles of the Consumed. Deerlings & Ghostthings. Forever Yours, Sara. Let's Fly Away Now ♥. She would have liked wings. The Ink Blood Revelations. The Midnight Train of Thought. The Void Beyond Her Voice. Those in sorrow look towards tomorrow. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). How To Love Yourself - Erin Janus.

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skeletal dreams: letters

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Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Unless otherwise stated and sourced all writing on this blog is my own. Please do not use or copy without prior consent as respect to the author. Thank you. Skeletal dreams. Powered by Blogger. Since december, 2010.

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skeletal dreams: Bangkok

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Saturday, November 5. You kicked the diaphanous blanket off the bed. As the moth-eaten sheet under you began to dampen. Around your perspiring long limbs like a. Cube of ice thawing on sizzling cement. The out-of-date air con spat puffs of patchy. Cold air, interrupted by tepid, dusty exhalations. That followed with frustrated groans. Our burning bodies met as we stood. Under the cool drizzle of the shower,. My red cheek resting on your chest for solace. We wrapped ourselves in thin threads. I can't beli...