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The way of flowers by miss-apricot, literature

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The way of flowers

I knew I was rapidly approaching death, and I felt no fear. The summer was long, and I was tired. My flower had come and gone, blossomed like the yellow face of the great Sun, my body a tribute to its warmth and light. My roots had grown tremendously, stretching and drinking the sweet ambrosia of the earth. My sisters had joined me in growth, and our roots were intertwined. They told me of other flowers, like us, that had come and died before us, but I was too focused on growth that I did not notice them trespassing our field. They told me to be grateful that I was not eaten or “picked” by a monster, like the one who blocked out

I'm already there by miss-apricot, literature

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I'm already there

She doesn't really know me well, but I am in love with her. I follow her, and she is just a husk of her former self. But I am a husk, too. I'm quiet, and she pays me no mind. I'm soft, and I blend into the surroundings, and she pays me no mind. But sometimes she's afraid of me, reflected on the walls and mirrors, when it is dark outside. I don't know why. She clings to her sheets, and she tries to cry. Her eyes are dry when she looks up "how many sleeping pills does it take to make a lethal dose" "how to tie a noose" "how long does it take to bleed to death" I've known her all my life: I was there when she was born, painted acros

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I wish I were the moon by miss-apricot, literature

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I wish I were the moon

I will sing and serenade her And talk to her for hours And I will give her showers Of flowers And let the petals fall as they may. We'll be on a rooftop together And she'll wave to some unknown She'll flirt with old boyfriends, grown And devour them. She'll chew them up and spit out their bones. During times she should be dreaming But sleep remains out of sight, She turns out the light. Sometimes I can hear her singing Her lonely cries for the love of her life. Oh, how I wish I were the moon! The celestial body she howls for: He keeps her company these lonely nights And she loves him. (But I love her.) We'll be on a river

lunacy by miss-apricot, literature

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lunacy

If I remember right, I first met you at night in moonlight on a rooftop, way back when. And you watched me go around, disappeared beyond the ground, and then I left without a sound (for I was foolish then) And it was at night when you came for me And I finally let you see My face, As I pull and push the sea. I wax, I wane, I dance without complain And I thank my lucky stars because I've never been more free (I think) But you forced yourself to stay awake and I told you, that's a grave mistake but I pretty sure you didn't hear. I'm too quiet compared to nighttime chatter and you never really knew what was the matter and I

Morning-Walker Children by miss-apricot, literature

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Morning-Walker Children

Please turn off your sprinklers For the morning-walker children Who don't like to get wet. The mist is cold and uncomfortable When the sun is cold and the sky is clear. There's a secret line we walk, Between the living and the sleeping How sweet the dew-grass must taste! Silken spiders are weaving their webs On crystal droplets. Such shy flowers that must bloom At the kiss of dawn. They flutter their eyelashes in the cool breezes, And will shy away from the glare of the wakened sun. The morning-walker children awaken every day without fail. They raise their drowsy eyelids and adjust for the bright sun Day in, day

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The way of flowers by miss-apricot, literature

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I'm already there by miss-apricot, literature

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No homo by miss-apricot, literature

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I wish I were the moon

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lunacy

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Sep 10, 2014

Being energy

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I feel like I'm really alone in my thoughts; like, I know everyone is, but I feel like I'm not really a functioning member of society, you know? What I find attractive is different from what other people find attractive: a guy known as "hot" is completely unattractive to me until I see them alive. Same goes for girls: I fall in love with how people act and talk, not how they look. And I know that's not all uncommon, but there's  lot of instances where my aesthetics don't exactly match with the rest of the populace. I saw a girl today smile at her phone like she just got a really sweet message from her boyfriend or just an "I love you" from he