Him

A Classless GalThis is an ode to a ghost. Who lived as transparent as can be. She spun around in circles in high heels And prayed no one saw her fraying at the seams. I wonder if she can hear me now. Can you hear me calling your name? From across the states I whispered it. But Ive gotten no reply. New York City must be busy.A Classless Gal
Because Im singing the note on that scale in my head thats always been yours. We could have burned the city down with that attitude of ours.
I guess this is an ode to our Sophomore year.
Do you remember that sixteenth year? Wit
Home

Tell Me What You SeeThe late-afternoon sun beats down on my head. The intersection bristles. Buses honk and rickshaw bells tinkle and street urchins plaster sooty faces against car windows and ask for alms. I hold my cell phone in my hand, earphones tucked under my shirt. The music hardly drowns out the Dhaka noise. Or the insane way my heart is slamming against my rib cage.Tell Me What You See
She is back. One year of being apart later, she is back. I cannot resist the sheer joy.
When I get to her house, she is standing outside the gate, a shawl draped around her shoulders. She looks for me down the street, and when my rickshaw comes rattling by her face&


reincarnationsurges of energy, and the taste of importance it is strong today. there is a steady beat freed from every impact posture is held strong; an unbreakable frame. remove the barriers and reveal true flesh, and light will reflect off your honesty.reincarnation
with a flood of hot color and panic it fills to the windows, which we are so inclined to gaze, and press our hands desperately to the glass. deafened and straightened by a cold chill,  
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Silence is better than a lie...
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Silence is better than a lie...
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Live overpoweringly, devastatingly, awesomely, deeply, intensely, overwhelmingly, and incredibly. <3
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