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we do not live, we breathe by i-W-i-s-h, literature

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we do not live, we breathe

We're just greedy creatures;  always wanting more than we need;  never distinguishing the difference between  being alive, and dying. But isn't that what we are?  Only beings awaiting death.  Us: wandering endlessly alone,   as if our lives were being broadcasted  on the screen in silent pictures and our dreams were becoming mere wishes,   sprinkling stardust across the deathless skies. Hey, can you see it now?   We're barely surviving on these stupid lies,  and you're just becoming an empty shell  with bones breaking between crossroads.

winter sleep by i-W-i-s-h, literature

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winter sleep

because it was more like summer saying goodbye when waving towards the shadow of you walking away; but I don't want to melt away into the clouds; if I did I would merely be watching you from above and walking down the lane titled "memory" and "lies" and "feelings" I think 'dreams' and 'miracles' might have been derived from one word: you you hear me telling you not to go but I see you pretending that you're not listening because "right now" was all we had in those three months; as I kissed those sunshine lips good-bye I felt the rain coming down the shadows of my eyes-- why can't I see you in the picture of my future; god m

and then there was one by i-W-i-s-h, literature

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and then there was one

the winter days seem dark scary; withering branches on trees without leaves faceless reflections staring back black eyes, pale face; no heart, no soul. heat filled with anxiety; lost with no place to go;;; looking for tutorials on how to breathe; the air suffocates my lungs; until I can't see; my eyes and mind connected, cannot see; fainting in the sunlight, surrounded with the snow. god, I used to live freely like others; breathing a second nature; shining eyes, glowing face; a pure heart, a white soul. but snow used to be clean, not imprinted with footprints. but then winters used to mean happiness, days with snowman a

casting away the four walls by i-W-i-s-h, literature

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casting away the four walls

love makes one feel at lost; losing courage and faith to step forward on the road called eternity. it's the beauty; the beauty of regret that leads the tears to the tips of our eyes because once you realize that waiting has become a meaningless action, you'd come to realize that the clues had been there all along: the spilled milk on my carpet, the pieces of glass under my windowsill, the footsteps that can't be found next to mine on the beach, the warmth of the hands that no longer fit in mine, and most of all, the absence of the feeling of being protected by you. wanting you to take me away to the future where love i

common, simple, beautiful by i-W-i-s-h, literature

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common, simple, beautiful

A white wave is dependent upon the pull of the moon; it follows the moon as if the moon was a guide. Like a wave, I am dependent upon others to lead me; never being much of a leader myself. I'm predictable, yet I'm not; my moon changing like the ups and downs of the waves crashing onto the beach. However, like a wave is influenced by the climate of its area, I have an ever changing personality that fits the people around me. My mind works like my name Jennifer; common and simple. My life started fourteen years ago at the Flushing Hospital in Queens, New York. Mother had planned the name Jessica for me; I would have liked that name. Instead,

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Platform 18 by i-W-i-s-h, literature

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Platform 18

I hated good byes because they reminded me of bittersweet chocolate chips and the cool wind on a winter day; the 24th of December. The platform is empty but I see distant scenes like part of memories; the nostalgic summer skies appearing on a snowy day. Sometimes I wonder what eternal sleep inside the white snow feel like, if the tears will melt the snow; but I'm sure I'm living for a reason; for something; someone. I wanted to be sure the butterflies will fly on forever; their wings never wanting to taste the pain of being bound by their past as a caterpillar. I hated good byes so instead I'll say that I'll see you agai

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we do not live, we breathe by i-W-i-s-h, literature

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winter sleep by i-W-i-s-h, literature

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and then there was one by i-W-i-s-h, literature

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casting away the four walls by i-W-i-s-h, literature

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common, simple, beautiful by i-W-i-s-h, literature

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Tranquility by i-W-i-s-h, literature

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Tranquility

i. sing me that lullaby, whisper softly in my ears. tell me all the things I've always wanted to hear. sing loud enough so I can hear you you, who's like a quivering dream that's fleeting every minute every second I wish you never faded away ii. together we created the words, etched into the concrete walls of my wavering heart. as time passes, i wish every letter will have a place in your heart too because you, who's like the summer wind that blows my tears from my eyes softly sun kissed my heart as the dreams I held in my hands failed to linger in my soul iii. I don't need to hear the tune to know t

curiosity. by i-W-i-s-h, literature

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curiosity.

i can smile for you. dear god when the world ends, would you let us know? the world is imperfect, like the scars on my body. one by one, i wish that i could peel off my skin and rub it against the tips of my fingers to see if it was made of sawdust. i want to rip off the strands of my hairs and run them through my nail-bitten fingers and i want to rip off my ears, the one that tries to listen to all the secrets hidden in this vast, cruel world. how will the earth end? a collision of the milky way to another galaxy, the collapse of the internal core of the earth, or the torturous and slow squeezing of a huge, stellar mass black hole? i wi

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_{torn by my wings; a song that can't be sung; memories that can't be remembered; wishes that are just wishes once again}

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Dec 26, 2009

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 the invention of instant messaging was considered such a great thing... but now... it's like a curse. because if he doesn't reply to me, i feel like a heavy load has been put on my heart and when he finally replies, i don't know what to say. because it's scary; to say the wrong thing. it's really scary. and when he replies, i feel like the load has loosened up, and i feel like crying. on christmas day. is this what they call a nostalgic feeling? i feel like this happened before; kind of a sad one-sided love where you confess, dont get rejected, but you're not accepted either. i think it's sadder this way; when you ask and dont get an ans