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.

July 22, 2014 at 8:37pm
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I would love for you to love me like a child.
That sweet sort of love that worries about scraped knees, and wants to climb trees, or play pretend.

— Hushed-words

July 19, 2014 at 8:31pm
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Redeem the ugly face you show, of beauty that only the sighted can know.
What blind one would find more than poems from your lips?
What intriguing tidbits and witty quips?
I care not for words that outspeak your own mouth.
Your compass says North yet you boldly go south.
So fry in the heat, or die in the cold.
I cared for your wellbeing,
but you’re on your own as you grow old.
I said, I want you to be loved in dirt, sweat, and old age.
I can’t do these for you.
I can only love your page.
- © hushed-words 2014

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Anonymous said: Your friend is attractive.


July 17, 2014 at 1:07am
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My friend journaling

My friend journaling

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A picture I took of my friend writing

A picture I took of my friend writing

July 16, 2014 at 5:53pm
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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 nothingness.
There’s been times where I’ve been cobalt blue, thick and dark.
- © 2014 hushed-words

July 13, 2014 at 6:39pm
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You have all the second hand qualities of life, but are really a walking dead man.

— Hushed-words

July 5, 2014 at 9:23pm
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Am I that much for you to miss?
Am I a doll to hold and kiss?
Am I porcelain you cannot break?
Or a pirates doll, not his to take?

- © hushed-words 2014

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July 1, 2014

Trust a ghoul or trust a knome. In your garden or on the roof of your home.
A gargoyle does nothing
and a pigeon does more.
Gargoyle’s look fierce,
pigeons drip at your door.
Take pennies and say they’re dimes.
Give dollars in exchange for years.
Give blood for blood.
Take back those tears.

Make room for spit and bitter.
Make room for bones in your closet.
Make room for yourself…
a quitter.
Life for life.
Your last deposit.
Heavens wait for your actions to say life or death.
To think I smelt your payment to God.
Your chilly breath.
We’re waiting for the next seven,
And when you exhale,
I’ll shovel your dirt,
bucket and pale.

- © hushed-words 2014

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July 2, 2014
Bring me solace as you did.
Hold me tight and do not weep.
Crowd out thoughts and other’s ruin that they try to give, but they must keep.

- © hushed-words 2014

June 29, 2014 at 3:48pm
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June 29, 2014

You are a perfect song.
You’re a love song.
You are soft skin translated into a personality. I want more.
I always want more.

You’re like the beat when it’s dropped and slow.
That’s you.

- © 2014 hushed-words

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June 21, 2014 at 2:00pm
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June 20, 2014

Tread on my heart, then straighten my collar.
I gave you love and you payed me a dollar.

I inquired for your heart and soul. You asked “At what price?”
I didn’t want what you offered… a red velvet slice.

Our love was a bribe. What a glamorous lie.
You said I’m tattood on your soul.
What’s the word? It says

- © 2014 hushed-words

June 12, 2014 at 2:45pm
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He’s a wonderful book.
Keep him on the shelf.

- © 2014 hushed-words