wearestarstuff
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Joined: September 27, 2012
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Birthday: February 12
user id: 332267
Location: Pluto
Gender: M
Joined: September 27, 2012
Last Seen: 3 years
Birthday: February 12
user id: 332267
Location: Pluto
Gender: M
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glenn.
putting the try in poetry.
passionately curious.
1° 17′ N. lost.
dihydrogen monoxide connoisseur, asmr junkie,
maladaptive coping mechanism tester, deteriorating mess,
hoe for Pluto etc.
I love you, H.
hoe for Pluto etc.
I love you, H.
evidently horrible at introductions.
say hi?
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poetry: messagestoanonymous
other picturesque melancholy: textisdead
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poetry: messagestoanonymous
other picturesque melancholy: textisdead
@cloudstains / @glennunedited
chapbooks
yumpu.com/cloudstains
or
scribd.com/cloudstains
wearestarstuff's Favorite Quotes
I fell in love with
someone who didn't fall back
I kicked the ground and I spat at the dirt and blamed the rocks
streetlights, parking lots, mosquitos,
anything/anyone but myself
It's hard to come to terms with the fact that
you've been searching for food on an empty plate
I kicked the ground and I spat at the dirt and blamed the rocks
streetlights, parking lots, mosquitos,
anything/anyone but myself
It's hard to come to terms with the fact that
you've been searching for food on an empty plate
if i die in a war zone
box me up and send me home
put my medals on my chest
tell my mum i did my best
tell my dad not to bow
he wont get tension from me now
tell my brother to study perfectly
keys of my bike will be his permanantly
tell my sister not to be upset
her brother will not raise after the sunset
and tell my love not to cry
for i am a soldier and i was born to die <3
please repost this .. soldiers dont get enough respect!
box me up and send me home
put my medals on my chest
tell my mum i did my best
tell my dad not to bow
he wont get tension from me now
tell my brother to study perfectly
keys of my bike will be his permanantly
tell my sister not to be upset
her brother will not raise after the sunset
and tell my love not to cry
for i am a soldier and i was born to die <3
please repost this .. soldiers dont get enough respect!
The common mayfly has a life expectancy of up to one day. But is he miserable about it? Not one bit. He fills his day with the things he loves. He soars. He swoops. He savors every moment. And maybe there's a lesson in this for us longer living creatures. Just think: if we embrace life, like the mayfly,
what a life that would be.
When I lay around your head, my words flow free as thought.
The gentle time we share together, its price could not be bought.
You lift my spirits; drag my soul to the height of greatest length.
Restore my heart, my mind empower.
Attention, give me your strength.
When anchored in the murky depths,
Raise sail and tow away.
For no mere struggles folly you,
My dear in naught a day.
So for all this, I thank you.
My ways I fear are dry.
Yet I spend tonight in gratitude to you heart in which I lie.
The gentle time we share together, its price could not be bought.
You lift my spirits; drag my soul to the height of greatest length.
Restore my heart, my mind empower.
Attention, give me your strength.
When anchored in the murky depths,
Raise sail and tow away.
For no mere struggles folly you,
My dear in naught a day.
So for all this, I thank you.
My ways I fear are dry.
Yet I spend tonight in gratitude to you heart in which I lie.
subsequently
i remember it quite vividly. he was there, hovering, casting a down on me. i couldn't sleep because i felt his presence. i think he knew that i knew about him. i wasn't sure if he did, but that's how it seemed. "are you afraid?" he asked me. i thought about it, my eyes closed, sinking into the comforter of my bed. "no." i finally said, voice steady and sure. "are you afraid... of me?" he asked. "not at all." i spoke confidently. "do you love me?" my heart twitched and i gripped at the blanket, but i refused to open my eyes. did i love him? i hardly knew him; yet strangers always compelled me...
"yes."
i remember it quite vividly. he was there, hovering, casting a down on me. i couldn't sleep because i felt his presence. i think he knew that i knew about him. i wasn't sure if he did, but that's how it seemed. "are you afraid?" he asked me. i thought about it, my eyes closed, sinking into the comforter of my bed. "no." i finally said, voice steady and sure. "are you afraid... of me?" he asked. "not at all." i spoke confidently. "do you love me?" my heart twitched and i gripped at the blanket, but i refused to open my eyes. did i love him? i hardly knew him; yet strangers always compelled me...
"yes."
So here we are once more,
Here we meet again,
With one foot in,
& one foot our the door.
We hinge on love,
We hinge on hate,
To decide a final pull,
Or a final shove.
I broke your heart,
You broke mine,
Do we send a white flag,
Or another deadly dart?
Sorry, this is just a little poem about my pitifully confusing love life right now. The last word of the first and last sentence is supposed to rhyme, in case it didn't make sense to you.
Here we meet again,
With one foot in,
& one foot our the door.
We hinge on love,
We hinge on hate,
To decide a final pull,
Or a final shove.
I broke your heart,
You broke mine,
Do we send a white flag,
Or another deadly dart?
Sorry, this is just a little poem about my pitifully confusing love life right now. The last word of the first and last sentence is supposed to rhyme, in case it didn't make sense to you.
