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 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.

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

7:38pm
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Anonymous said: Your friend is attractive.

Gratzi…hahah.

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

My friend journaling

1:05am
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A picture I took of my friend writing

A picture I took of my friend writing