| because you're looking for an escape. |


JustifyEyes of imaginingsJustify
Fantasies I'd like to crawl into Sit inside (puis-je m'asseoir ici?) Back to smooth iris The colour of mellifluous wonderings A light smattering of freckles Soft against my own Silken lips Inviting Warm upon the black chill that engulfs my chest (je peux t'embrasser?) Spindled fingers trace swirls on my arm Elvin chin lies sharp in the crook of my neck A sensational reminder of things left unsaid Things to say Thinks spoken in French Fake whispers and silent conversations Illegibly scrawled words
All hairy spiders and unf
Attack

Ramshackle HeartMy ramshackle heart speaks French in doorways where streetlamps spin like dervishes across the sidewalks and the light curls up to the sky and lays its breath upon the light.Ramshackle Heart
It beckons a beautiful woman to slide out of bed and run away from her dreams and slip into a dangerous shade of red in front of a jealous mirror that can read her mind.
It lures her to dance, an invitation of tango steps that bob and weave like punch drunk stars, hip to hip, my hands whispering a sonnet under her breasts


pieces of youi keep finding pieces of you. careless scars under the piano where you hid when the room got loud with flies. thumbprints in the hall closet where mother put you during storms and you thought the coats smelled like someone lying. a used shadow in the pool house, playing hopscotch under the old canvas tarp breathing in the corner. and on the porch where you slept, naked and lost in summerpieces of you
those raw parts you asked me to keep safe.
| i'm eloise. frustrated, happy(momentarily), in love with my friends, easily distracted etc. love everything to do with art and heaps to do with literature. william blake is the way to my heart. georgia is beautiful. please check out and comment my work, or ask me to check out anything of yours. elo_rules@hotmail.com |
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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Act on your impulse,
Swallow the bottle,
Cut a little deeper,
Put the gun to your chest.
Please check out my gallery
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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Act on your impulse,
Swallow the bottle,
Cut a little deeper,
Put the gun to your chest.
Please check out my gallery
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all that shimmers in this world is sure to fade...
please visit my gallery [link]
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all that shimmers in this world is sure to fade...
please visit my gallery [link]
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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