

Close the Little Red BookIt is time to close Mao's Little Red BookClose the Little Red Book
to stop fighting yesterday's war and to be peace today for tomorrow


lost letter epidemicyou got this lost letter epidemic and i've been beginning to wonder what you would saylost letter epidemic
if those twenty six postcards ever found my doorway.
(avoiding the question is its own sort of answer since all you've become are hollowed out memories.)
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before you left, you used to stand on the edge of the seventh floor balcony with your feet on the wrong side of the rails always leaning slightly forward and as i looked up at you
the sun would strike gold in your eyes and the angles of your cheekbones and i couldn't help but think of you &nbs


beautiful messbeautiful mess
you promised me this is love.
you used to write messages
on paper hearts and hang them from the ceilings and all of them would make my real heart beatbeatbeat a little faster.
lately we've been looking for love in unlikely places and we've forgotten the words to say.
so we're breathing in dust that tastes
like bad intentions and guilty consciences and i'm stuck searching the shelves for self help books or envelopes full of apologies anything to end this silence.
this isn't beautiful. no, this is a mess.
my name alway


I can barely breathethere is this wonderful man. a man with no discernible face. a man whose words make me feel like a princess. he is trapped within the confinesI can barely breathe
of a text message. and sometimes, he leaps out at me
with
a silver tongue and a golden mind. to take me, head over heels, away from thoughts of empty promises and even emptier years. toward thoughts of a life full of optimism.
I can barely breathe,
and I fall far too fast. my mind weakened by beautiful words and the thoughts of a perfect personality.
I&nb


wallflowerwallflower
1. under her bed, collecting dust there's a photo album with plastic sleeves and metal rings filled with six hundred and seven scraps of wallpaper one for everyday that you loved her.
so last summer when you called her a wallflower she couldn't imagine anything more beautiful until she found out what it really meant as she faded into the background.
2. all of her clocks have stalled with 11:11 sprayed across their faces like skies full of stars but she doesn't make wishes since she knows that sometimes they're just
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when one candle is used to light another, the new flame is not the same as the old flame, and yet the first flame directly causes the second.
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"Here's to the creation of meaning!"
~ Lou King
And yes, that song was my anthem about... 7 years ago.
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"Here's to the creation of meaning!"
~ Lou King
I sang it at a talent quest years ago. Gotta love Jewel.
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Searching my heart for it's true sorrow
This is what I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people
Sick of the city, wanting the sea.
Yesh, some classmates and I sang it as part of assessment in both drama and English. 'Twas awesome.
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"Here's to the creation of meaning!"
~ Lou King
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Searching my heart for it's true sorrow
This is what I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people
Sick of the city, wanting the sea.
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"Here's to the creation of meaning!"
~ Lou King
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