carpediembitchess
to infinity and beyond
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for the memoirs of another lifetime, shall we live, my dear? your everyday narcissistic enfp • dilettante • the albatross
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carpediembitchess · 2 months ago
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its not my birthday anymore where you live yet here still i foolishly lay waiting for your wish part of me has moved on but that other part which still craves your smiles and half your solemn heart refuses to believe that you've moved on too and that i'll never again receive a happy birthday from you.
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carpediembitchess · 4 months ago
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The waves belong to the moon As the moon does to the sun All the glittering And golden tears Of one With the moon basking in glory The sea sparkling in daylight I wonder Does the sun feel lonely too?
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carpediembitchess · 6 months ago
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my mother still speaks of you
every other day
yet i wonder in her heart
what kind of sorrow would lay
for her little girl didn't know better
than to lead a boy astray
and cast all those who love her most
far, far away
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carpediembitchess · 6 months ago
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i'm sorry for not living up to your legacy or our family's legacy or my own, for being bitterly carefree and horrendously careless sanctimoniously incinerating, silently, visibly, knowingly, forever longing the terrible soliloquies that make me me.
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carpediembitchess · 7 months ago
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i miss you
or is it that i miss the way you called me at every lamp post, at every roundabout? i saw your smile the other day, but maybe it was the same smile you gave me when i won something, when you said you saw Orion in the creases of my cheeks. i saw your eyes glittering in the sunlight like tears of mermaids, but you told me my eyes looked like a sunset in June.
i miss you
or maybe i miss that you missed me.
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carpediembitchess · 8 months ago
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you wondered where i had gone. you assumed, since the raft had sunk and the waves stopped glittering, i had found jaded shores to make my homes. you ceased to see my head bopping in the water like apples in wine, to hear my laughter like birds on summer 'noons, and so you sailed. crafted a new boat with the wood for the bonfire, left ash with the fuel for the smores. what you didn't realize, my darling Jack Tar, is that i had drowned. and here, now i wonder. where have you gone?
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carpediembitchess · 8 months ago
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i thought i saw you in the square the other day. we'd never been to new york, but we liked to imagine the billboards were secret gateways to sensibility. that as long as the sunlight streaming through the acacia leaves formed beautifully symmetrical patterns, who cared if the critters scorched beneath? our clandestine fantasies left dragon wings tattered and fairy dust gray, but we didn't stop. not until the kingsmen had raided the castle, until the fire ants had twitched and burned, and the billboard lights had flickered away.
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carpediembitchess · 8 months ago
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like the stains of mint ice cream on my laced white mannequin like the stains of salty dew on my velvety Tigger napkin like the stains of blue ink on the creases of my palm like the stains of scarlet dye on the rubble of the bomb like the stains of idle whispers on strayed autumn roads like all the things we once loved and will never again know.
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carpediembitchess · 8 months ago
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The tires skid
Over dampened streets
Yet the tanks
Still run dry
And soon the oppressed
Become the opressesers
Yet both remain colonized
Forevermore
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carpediembitchess · 9 months ago
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axolotls
riddle my fancy
for those beaded eyes
are of a teddy bear i lost
lifetimes ago
that innocent smile
is of a boy i once knew
now left blinded
by the eclipse
we watched the faltering rays
as they gazed upon us too
yet now we have lost
all that kept us young
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carpediembitchess · 9 months ago
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the match is lit,
i hear the laughter of a seven year old self being tickled by her brother, the sound of a cricket ball hitting the piano, and the animated voices of inanimate stuffed animals.
the flame dances,
i see the playstation controllers, the fight for the better shower panel, the patient paintbrush strokes and the stories filled with utter nonsense.
the wax burns,
i smell the burning microwave cake, the musty drawer filled with ribbons and yarn, the salty sea next to sandcastles and the grass after rain.
the candle melts,
i waltz with the minute hand, and weigh my heart next to a pot of gold.
if only remoulding the wax would make the candle last forever
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carpediembitchess · 9 months ago
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the sail lays limp and lifeless on the mast now, despite the feverish wind. but its not the rattling boat that pains me, but the miraging island in the distance. to fathom that you'll be amidst the date palms and the golden gravel, scarcely noticing me anymore. how can i ever accept that the seas will ever belong to anyone but you and i? that the same streaming sunlight that appeared with your laughter will soon dissolve into the roots of some green?
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carpediembitchess · 10 months ago
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but you were just a potrait in my picture book, and I had delved too deep into the pages.
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carpediembitchess · 10 months ago
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are the numbers you plot
graphically clear?
the paths which we'll walk
parallel I fear
are the values we sought
co-linear?
must the code to your heart
be so cryptic, my dear?
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carpediembitchess · 10 months ago
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pain is not relative. tears are neither a sign of weakness nor strength, but above all they are not a sign of pain. tears mean you can swim, you can remain afloat despite the murky depths grasping your last breaths. but feeling pain and not being able to cry, that means you drown. that means there's a crater inside of your heart that no amount of magma and tephra could fill back again, that there's a hollow that no amount of love could repair. so when people ask me if i don't care because i'm not crying, that my pain is lighter, so light that i can't express it, they're wrong. the mineshafts inside of me are being dug with no prospect of gold nor diamonds being found. so i will not cry. i will merely sit and stare at the void in silence, the void so dark and expansive, the void now tearing me apart.
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carpediembitchess · 10 months ago
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but i find i seem to like the sting of my cold fingers on my cut lips. the blazing sun penetrating my cornea, just to see that momentary rainbow. how i feel the computer keys burning up, but i type away anyways, for how can i ever be devoid of words? how can any being possibly come along that's brighter than the sun of icarus, snatching words away like drops from a wine-glass filled to the brim with thoughts, and yet still cuts deeper than the scars i thought would fade away? but then again, how can one's wings melt away when they've been moulded with melted wax?
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carpediembitchess · 10 months ago
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the light reflecting off your lashes like the butter glistening on freshly baked croissants. your smile so delicately laden in your perfectly moulded cheeks, like chocolate chip cookies on a hot summer day, baking in the oven as we bake in the smouldering sun. your nearly immaculate curls, aside from that one adorable little tuft always sticking out like an excited poodle's tail, but a bowl full of macaroni, with a single fork and an 60's monochrome rumbling in the background. because i'm not in love with you. no. you just make me want to swallow down all the fluttering butterflies in this boundless field we have crafted, with bubbling champagne. perhaps finally then the butterflies in my stomach would rise from the acidic depths they have sunk into too.
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