Hushed Words

Sometimes people are still with you when they're not there. You can see them, almost hear them when you remember their words. You may even laugh at something they had said as if they just said it again. The impression of them is there.

September 14, 2014 at 9:38pm
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Don’t force me to say I love you.
Just let me hold your hand.
Please let me…let me love you.
I’ll help you understand.
My nonesense can be confusing, but don’t just listen with your ears.
I think I swept away your loneliness when you tried to dry my tears.

In the darkness you embraced me, not in touch, or sight, but in every ounce of your goodness, which made you stay every night.

- © 2014 Hushed-words

Don’t force me to say I love you.
Just let me hold your hand.
Please let me…let me love you.
I’ll help you understand.
My nonesense can be confusing, but don’t just listen with your ears.
I think I swept away your loneliness when you tried to dry my tears.

In the darkness you embraced me, not in touch, or sight, but in every ounce of your goodness, which made you stay every night.

- © 2014 Hushed-words

September 13, 2014 at 1:04am
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By Tony Ciampa

A friend of mine got his book. I read the whole thing tonight.

By Tony Ciampa

A friend of mine got his book.

I read the whole thing tonight.

September 11, 2014 at 5:42pm
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Hushed words

Hushed words

5:20pm
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Found this quote for you on Tumblr →

I don’t usually repost …..but THIS.

September 3, 2014 at 5:29pm
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Take the spider’s silk to the seamstress, and the flowers to the hairdresser.
- © 2014 hushed-words

Take the spider’s silk to the seamstress, and the flowers to the hairdresser.
- © 2014 hushed-words

September 1, 2014 at 5:39pm
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Your love seals the cracks.
I have no imperfection.
Who never loved a mosaic?

— Hushed-words

August 17, 2014 at 4:15pm
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I always want you near me, whether it be in my ear, or next to me, or being held in my hand, or kissed by my lips, or touched by my toes.

— Hushed-words

4:08pm
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August 9, 2014 at 9:59pm
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I did some painting at Rick’s house. This was my mood.

I did some painting at Rick’s house. This was my mood.

August 5, 2014 at 2:33am
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Take the spider’s silk to the seamstress and the flowers to the hairdresser.

— Hushed-words

1:57am
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July 2014

Why should I trust my bones that ache?
Why should I give the chance they take?
Why should you slither like a snake…
into the dreams that make me wake?
Why should I take the autummn leaves,
from a tree that sheds them like tears and grieves?
Because someone has to offer a sleeve.
The seasons take from it but don’t leave it bereaved.
New sprouts take over and brush on life.
No time for staying stuck in strife.
- © 2014 hushed-words

July 31, 2014 at 2:52pm
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Sweater Weather  →

July 30, 2014 at 1:59am
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Take away every sad memory.
Be my only one.

— Hushed-words

July 26, 2014 at 7:37pm
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Paramore was so much fun last night! How dazzling.

Paramore was so much fun last night! How dazzling.

July 25, 2014 at 1:18am
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b•l•u•e•
You made me smile when I was blue.
And I’m not talking about the pale sort of blue that feels like you’re about to slip away into nothingless.
There’s been times where I’ve been cobalt blue, thick and dark.

b•l•u•e•
You made me smile when I was blue.
And I’m not talking about the pale sort of blue that feels like you’re about to slip away into nothingless.
There’s been times where I’ve been cobalt blue, thick and dark.