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.

October 19, 2014 at 5:41pm
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Wallpaper and mirrors πŸ˜—πŸ’

October 18, 2014 at 4:41pm
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Nonesense

Nothing special, just a meal.
Just a meal on your plate.
Just a howling stomach.
You will wish that you ate.
Don’t despise what I give, because I gave what you need.
Now your hunger prevails over your right to feed.

October 17, 2014 at 12:38am
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To feel your lips upon my skin.
To feel the new bright day begin.
To feel a breeze and whispers flutter.
To listen as the earth does utter.
To see bright colors on the trees.
The fallen leaves below my knees.
To remember your dream of a perfect kiss.
To collapse your old scheme since you’re not gladly missed.
To begin love anew with a bloom, and a glance.
To forget all your worries,
discover love and to dance.
With a liguist’s tongue speak of places with flare.
With a linguist’s tongue speak my language, kiss me there.
With a linguist’s tongue taste the snow from the storm.
With a linguist’s tongue, alphabet soup keeps you warm.

- Β© 2014 hushed-words

October 14, 2014 at 4:32pm
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…among my collection of books and stories…

…among my collection of books and stories…

October 12, 2014 at 7:35pm
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October 2014

Please forgive me.
Please sweep your hand over my flesh and call me perfect again.
Please tell me I have done nothing terribly wrong, because I’d like to believe it. I’d like to believe the colors in the sky are just a blush for everything that happened that day on that side of the earth.
The sun disappears for bashfulness.
Am I really just part of a half that’s part of the whole world?
Do we make the sunsets?
If I kissed you today would the skies shine brighter with reds and purples?

- Β© 2014 hushed-words

2:53am
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Today he pushed me on the swing.
Nobody has pushed me on the swing since I learned to swing like a maniac when I was very little.

— Hushed-words

October 9, 2014 at 11:24pm
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The drive home

Some places are meant for one memory. Sometimes streets lined with light will only ever be for one time, one person, one conversation.
It will never come back, but did it ever leave?
Emptiness cannot shun memory.
Quiet cannot shun imagry.
Dreams cannot be taken away from a place as easily as they can from your patched up mind.

- Β© 2014 hushed-words

October 3, 2014 at 8:08pm
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🏠 My cat’s new attic home β€πŸ™‹πŸ’ƒπŸ˜Ί He can go outside or stay in here for shelter.

🏠 My cat’s new attic home β€πŸ™‹πŸ’ƒπŸ˜Ί He can go outside or stay in here for shelter.

October 1, 2014 at 11:21pm
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The golden hour

The golden hour

September 27, 2014 at 7:49pm
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#twitterpated πŸ‡
#bambi 🐰
#Cute

#twitterpated πŸ‡
#bambi 🐰
#Cute

September 25, 2014 at 11:04pm
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September 24, 2014 at 12:31am
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I helped it escape the house.

I helped it escape the house.

September 23, 2014 at 8:07pm
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This is my good friends five year diary she began in 1965.

This is my good friends five year diary she began in 1965.

September 22, 2014 at 10:52pm
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September 18, 2014 at 3:02am
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September 2014

If you bring your old soul to the thrift shop of lives, you get credit toward your next one.