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ShrinkingThe mark on this map of a body is the only direction I know to take on that day I cease to grow.Shrinking
And on that day, as the latent alarms sound and you can see them surge from my eyes, please be the one to pick me up. Be the one to take me to a place I can safely wane. Rest me in a flower bed to grow around me, watch me fall into the gaps of soil, absorbed and respired into the sunlight by the garden's fragile tenants.
by ~IndieAnna
8.16 3:07amthough my heart is a weak one and my voice gets lost among all the others there is lightning in my veins and thunder in my throat8.16 3:07am
and if the wind will pick me up and the sky should take me on a night like this
just know that it is only because of you
by ~IndieAnna
9.5i somehow always feel as though i am high above the earth and always is that gravel in my stomach to remind me that i am partly ground i will always come back down9.5
and i feel a part of the black and white men, those builders who ate their lunch
almost hoping they would fall back to where they belong.
by ~IndieAnna
3.13It is not him you want, but the body he is in: the thin mystique, the rough manuver of hairs around the head, the face. It is the pristine, shapely bottom half in jeans that fit, the molehill of muscle hidden under cheap sweaters, of course, the direct treasure hunt of the hands that move, move, move.3.13
If you are shallow and you know it, walk away.
by ~IndieAnna
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- Current Residence: Bloomington, Indiana
- Interests: booking shows, appreciating art, writing, reading, loving
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It's so rare to find decent writers on here! Keep up the good work!
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See also: ignorance, laziness.
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I truly dig the poems you have posted here. Thoughtful, meaningful and crisp.
Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to watch and wait for more.
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