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She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
she doesn't write, doesn't tell you stories, but somehow it's her words that spring to mind at those crucial, terrifying moments, and for that you are eternally grateful
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She flies with her own wings
a constant, low wind trembles through him, catching his words and sending them out into the world
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
his ability to be stubborn beyond comprehension
Spilling over into words, we run out of space too soon
She draws with pencils, you draw with words
I promise you a place of no words
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Of all the dorm rooms in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
she gave her heart to a falling star
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
That balanced place where I can sit with words coming out of my fingers
And when she turned into a man, we were so proud
Her raised middle finger came into focus
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
Admiring the sanctity of her place settings
The portion of her face she allows me to see
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
she lit her thumb on fire
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
I will put Chaos into fourteen lines
She is a night of dark trees, but he who is not afraid of her darkness will find banks full of roses under her cypresses
Someday I will turn this melody into a thought, the thought into a word and that word into an action
Falling into place
into the deep end in a few short words
She put the "romance" in "necromancer"
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
I lean into my words
She felt like the word 'shatter'
A language full of words she understands, but does not know the sound of, yet.
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
sunset rainwater turns her sidewalk chalk-art into a sherbert delight; a surprise gift from chaos that tumbles her like tinkling bells onto the wet grass
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Beyond Words
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
My hands on her back; slipping into sleep
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She knows no truth except her own.
the way she wears her weary
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Into the Words
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
What I really would like to do is put Everything into a drawer
words hiss into me
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She walked into the room
As she walked into the sea she complained, "I'm drowning."
Words carved into the walls
I shall whisper words into your skin for a thousand nights to come
I note that she is pretty, but we are off into the city, my werewolf friend and I
She always confused her greys with white.
Hey, we're Pizza Hut! We've put cheese in places you've never even dreamed of!
Turning coffee into words
Why people put quotes around words on signs
the key is thinking slow enough that you can put every thought to words
she is the sort of woman who, when put to the magnifying glass, refused to burn
Put an unmonitored piano in a public place. It's the only real magic that exists.
"Describe life in two words" she said. "Survival test" he replied.
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part II
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part I
She said the dance is a prayer. A prayer to toss into the tide all the weight of oblivion and humiliation. This is not a dance for one, fool - where are you?
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
I don't like her because she won't like me
She thought about giving him her heart
The venom of my hate will live beyond the span of this universe to infect the next
you can use a lot of words and ideas to try to hide it, but you're always making a choice between love and hate
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
If only I could get into her head
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
If there is a God, I hate her
I cannot find the right words to tell her this
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
The words beneath her words
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
At night, her eyes closed, she would
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She always was devious in her beauty
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
the place beyond the pines
serene. She sips her tea
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
her hate keeps me warm. her shadows keep me guessing.
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She Will Have Her Way
she had already found her party
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
Susan Goldman, who has cervical cancer, is partly thankful as she braces herself but changes her mind as she's sprayed with burning jet fuel.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She asked me to read her a poem
surrounded by stars, her dark hair blending into the fabric of the night sky
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
Gaily they went down in the lush field a treasure of valuables or specie or bullion lodged with a crust of bread into her coat of arms weaving currying the embroidering of silk in summer.
She practices her speech
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She hated the screen porch, but she loved the heat
This entire place is digging a grave for her
Concrescence of linguistic intentionality put through a kind of hyperdimensional transform into three-dimensional space
Somehow my life falls into place
have you found the words to save her?
Here her lesser words were freed to tumble
Turning a call option into a put option (and vice versa)
Do not put this product into the rectum by using fingers or any mechanical device or applicator
She keeps her lies everywhere
Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She hates my futon
Beyond Belief: Why God Cannot Exist
Beyond Belief: God or the Buddha - who is the Highest?
words about the wordless, like planets around the sun
Beyond Good & Evil
Wittgenstein and ethics beyond philosophy
The journey beyond the Mirror Sea

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