Billet-Doux

Cheyenne Jane Nguyen-Xuan.
misery requires decorations, so in turn we learn to adorn.
if i fail to conjure words of my own then i find the works of others to express my mind.
lets just say this blog is an eclective collection of emotions.

December 20, 2009 at 12:09am
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soap and skin

12:04am
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i am tampered.

i am damaged goods.

December 19, 2009 at 5:38pm
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5:30pm
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“up with your turret
aren’t we just terrified?
shale, screen your worry from what you won’t ever find

don’t let it fool you
don’t let it fool you…down
down’s sitting round, folds in the gown

sea and the rock below
cocked to the undertow
bones blood and teeth erode, with every crashing node

wings wouldn’t help you
wings wouldn’t help you…down
down fills the ground, gravity’s proud “

bon iver - roslyn

this song means too much.

5:23pm
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5:17pm
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you stood still, lips sealed with selfish screams as your world divded

you watched, feet followed a dance of destruction until footsteps collided

you waited, senses stung numb until all pain had subsided

and now you are here.

5:07pm
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4:58pm
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reblogged from hughbarrell

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She laid, void of her usual self
Instead, Indulgent in true sleep

Her Kursk like existence
daunting as the territory it explores

Her menacing park life dictatorship ended
On reflection, a beautiful adventure
No menace
No harm

But a pulse
For a dual heart
That has succumb to tortures inconceivable by even god
She, a pacemaker inconceivable by man

‘Wake up, wake up’.
For a momentary illusion of life begun
Shortened however, with an abrupt blow of realisation
My words of elixir memories temporarily subdue her cries

Consult us before death
Or go with haste
For neither shall bring satisfaction
But one will ease

If the pace of your once beating heart
Could equate to your years of life

The future would be yours

Lay no longer in slumber

But in peace

My love

4:56pm
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reblogged from overflowing
i will.

i will.

4:05pm
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i am the bird that fell in love with a vegetarian.

4:04pm
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December 17, 2009 at 3:19am
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dismay.

3:13am
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a long time you waited
you thought it had abated
shame of it all
the harm that it causes
pours down like a faucet
shame of it all

low - shame

3:05am
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they speak in such strange ways, ways that they never understand.

3:03am
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