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I want to be able to write like her..omg this poem is beautiful..

June Astonomer by bachelorette
My heart is cold and bitter as discarded coffee grounds—
full of black swamp sand my dragon nestles in.
But she shimmers—a glimmer of her former life.
I close my eyes to see tiny explosions
of color and light and I’m all right.
Even in the deepest, darkest of places she waits to sparkle.
My heart wanes with satellites; she bruises
like galaxies, breathes like a fish
in a frozen lake. And she’s as full as heaven,
but sometimes void of heaven, always searching
for life, for outer limits, for the why and wonder.

I went… I journeyed far (wound up nowhere)
and returned home to find my sons in love
with suns and their children sprinkled like dust
now swept away by floods. I wander humid
gardens alone, aching like a vampire under the sun,
star-gazing lilies (prodigy of my children’s children).
My heart as empty as heaven. My canopy has fallen.
All the spinning wheels and Ferris wheels
and orreries and telescopes were fed to fires.
Every hand reaches hire than it used to on its own.
They’re plucking planets, I’m pocketing
stones. My heart wants to slip to the black
bottom of a broken fountain to cool my burns.

Life buzzes hot and loud, like the streets in Rome
(and my heart was once full of that heat and rage
when I was royal and Roman in my youth).
But my aged heart sleeps until twilight. My dragon
unfurls his wings and I wish I could shrink
the universe. As small as my fist to slip
back into my heart, and I’ll be white and full of light
and strong as the wind (out of broken fountain,
out of the cavern, back on my thrown, my dragon
the jeweled bird that he was). But heaven’s an echo.
She and I are ripples vanishing like honey bees.

i want to write something sharp enough to dig your grave with. i want to write you a whole new world, with cathedrals and no streetlights and bonfires in the corner of god's eyes. i want to write out and up and away and as high as the second star. when i am queen i will write something they'll shout at the sky, something that will make flowers grow and tides roll over, something we could serve for breakfast early on sunday morning before the day becomes a landslide. something so cold and blue and beautiful that you'll remember who you are.~~~A Great Writer~~~


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So hey guys *Waves*
-Im Nic
-Im 19
-Im a nomad, I live all over Canada
-I have blonde, brown and a little back hair
-I have blue eyes
-I have secrets
-I dont trust people
-I fall in love fast
-Im in love with someonw who has me caught.
-I write to save my life
-I dont have talent
-I dont believe in fairytales
-Love at first sight is possible
-Hipbones and shoulders are my turnons
-Im a hypocrite
-Im a hypochondriac (SP?)
-Im outgoing
-Im an introvert
-I sing in the shower
-I cry at random times
-My fav songs changes from cd to cd
-I love my siblings more then anything else
-I hate people that smoke
-I dont drink.
-I smile often and dont mean it
-I cant look people in the eye, unless its her
-Im me
-Im crazy
-Im shy
-My parents are proud of me
-I hate the cold
-I love the snow
-Photography is the best thing in the world
-Pictures mean the world to me
-Poetry is my alterego
-I dont have one bestfriend
-kisses make me giggle
-I like hugs
-I hate touching people (hypocrite lol)
-I love black
-I dress up crazy sometimes
-I look like a grunge queen other days
-I love fishnets
-My hair hasnt been one color in a long time
-I act like im 6
-Im a grownup
-I want someone
-Im finished with this for now lol.


HAHA HERE COMES THE BORING PART...
ALL MY QUOTES.
**I dont know who said them so yeh stuff it, some of them are from poets on here..They mean something to me all of them**

//Forget the day I loved you
Forget the day I tried,
Forget the day I wanted you,
Forget I ever Tried\\

\\You know IM just a cigarette
Burnt out and addictive
And your right
Im still waiting for the smoke to return\\

\\Make me into something worth being
A name to make me a transforming starlet,
and I prayed that you'd forget me\\

\\Another attention whore is running the scene\\

\\Steal me another cheap fantase tonight.\\

\\Im pushing against you
Holding on tightly, never letting go.
Because kissings addictive,
just like breaking hearts.\\

\\Ultimately
it's my never-ending
quest for symmetry
in which I find confort
as I linger through
the fractals and chaos.\\

\\Theres a black and blue hickey that decorates his neck
....another girl he'd never love
((Or maybe another girl that"d never love him.))\\

\\She bought her heart at a thrift store\\

\\And were all beauty queens and rockstars
with harmful addictions
and and no escape.\\

\\I kissed a drunk girl,
Im sure I could have neen anybody else.\\


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