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And her mind wanders...

@alltimecolourswriting / alltimecolourswriting.tumblr.com

Dutch girl / 23 - secondary blog. poet.
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So two months ago they broke up and she spilled all the pieces of heart she had left on a canvas and painted the ocean She told us it made her feel calm After a month she took another canvas and painted a purple blue sky and hung it on the wall She told us it made her feel good Last week she painted her canvas white and on it she glued pieces of bottles of wine she smashed on the floor She told us it meant she’s fragile Today she left early and said someone would be there to pick her up it was him

I wonder when she’s going to paint again (ivh)

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I wish you were every light on every street corner I'll ever pass in my life, so every time I'd pass a crossing you'd be there to help me choose. To help me climb in trees because I've always been fascinated by them but never had the courage to use them to change my perspective on the world. Also, if you're up high you should tell me, because if you are, I would climb every tree just to be closer. You were as tall as them so you'd still be able to hold me. But then again, you could be anything. You could be the snow that didn't fall yet this year. You could be the singing of the birds, you always knew their names so they probably liked your voice just as much as I did. Then again, I don't know their names like you did, so it may be hard to understand their words. You could be part of the blood in my veins, whispering I need to be careful, every time I see you. Patiently flowing and watching me learn. You could be sounds on wavelengths only I can hear. But then again, you could be anything, but I wish you were still human.

trying to turn you into light (ivh)

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larmoyante
The writing is — I’m free from pain. It’s the place where I live; it’s where I have control; it’s where nobody tells me what to do; it’s where my imagination is fecund and I am really at my best. Nothing matters more in the world or in my body or anywhere when I’m writing. It is dangerous because I’m thinking up dangerous, difficult things, but it is also extremely safe for me to be in that place.
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in the quiet the paint pulverises but to be honest, as much as you wanted these window frames and walls to be perfectly white, I quite like it it's snow and as a friend once wrote snow feels like the world wants to start over shows how to create new and if I would explain, you would understand but it's magic in my head and I like the sparkles in your eyes way too much besides, I had to go elsewhere, and I wouldn't want to let go of such a thing so you fell asleep at 4 am which was exactly the time I woke because my arm felt numb I had been laying on it all night pretending it was yours

your kisses make me feel the way snow feels when it can finally fall and touches the ground for the first time (ivh)

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They say they always have the answers but I’m not even sure how not to notice every single time I blink and every single time I swallow words like yours and how to remind myself to lock the door  and how people keep wanting more when there is none just like it begun and the words still left on your tongue before it begun when there weren’t even questions to  have answers to

I’m not even sure how it started (ivh)

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and as one can't be in one place two can be everywhere at once in their minds with touching thighs  with hazel green eyes and forest dew skies keeping their feet warm on winter nights and therefore it didn't rain well, maybe it did, but we sang along way too loud to even notice with apples trees blossom  not pretending just spending time growing in many places

with you, with two (ivh)

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one can’t be in one place I mean this tree across the street is pretending it’s spring the swallows are flying low to the ground which means, someone once told me, it’ll be raining soon one can’t be in one place one swallow doesn’t make spring I didn’t hear them sing so  I sang instead and all the while I tried to hide the fact I forgot most of the notes you knew exactly where to go we just skipped winter this year

spring (ivh)

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I'm not sure how to walk straight how not to frown how not to look down  I'm not sure  if there are ways to not miss you their sharp teeth have already left their marks band-aids work, from time to time but mostly my eyelids hurt from squeezing them together sometimes it's better to put my shades on but they'll say I'm being ignorant and that I should just stop hiding in my head they said brighter days will come but I'm blind and brighter days will only blind me more

I’ll keep my shades on (ivh)

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your eyes look different and I can tell even though I can't see them because your blank lines don't sound the same your once white teeth are now marked it's leaving stains but you don't see it because you don't look in the mirror everyday your tongue even sounded like it wasn't in place but then there's your face then there's this mark on your jawline this tuft of hair on your forehead those hands that are (most of the time) intertwined with mine those smiling words and hordes of tingles when you kiss me your eyes look different and I can tell because they only change when you look straight into mine

reflection 24/10/2015 (ivh)

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today I found the word for the smell after rain the only smell in this world that makes me touch you with my thoughts petrichor but for the time being it's better if I'm unaware of the fact that my fingers will only be crossing my own hands noticing they look like yours birth marks like yours, eyes like yours rubbing them until the only colours I see are made up phosphenes lights that are made up as well I didn't borrow them from the sun this time white, cold, cold, cold cold, cold, cold little did I know  ephermal spring good night wishes petrifying morning hisses  you, you, you no more petrichor

the smell after rain (ivh)

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my poetry is getting less complicated I won't search for  twelve different synonyms of the words 'falling' and 'broken' because here I am, on this path filled with gravel even liking the sound of it no unbearable noises maybe there's callosity underneath my feet either that or the fact that those rocks are worn out I've been standing on them for way too long finally having courage to jump snap out of it taking a leap onto new pebbles and all I have to do is frolic through those fields

this garden is mine now (ivh)

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