skin

Skin by Vidyrshik Vijydas


thats her skin, its screams with a temper
of a territory untouched by man.
her eyes are steel, raw, untempered
her stare instructs you "you wont undertsand"


her skin is gleaming, its not to be tainted
by anything besides her own wish
and were she, to wish me, to be not near it
why, id be lost: to obey, or to persist?


It shines and it shimmers with a unifying echo
of the indepedence that feeds from within.
like her hair, where freedom presides in each strand
uncontrolled by 'her', much less by any 'him'.


thats her skin: in all its fresh, raw, glory
dazzling, and blowing my breathe away
to a land of not ever, and 'chance' fights 'together'
against the truth that she wont ever stay.

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people cry all the time for different reasons. for losing a dog. for a certain 9 minute long song. for losing a phone. for failing yourself. for dissapointing a father. from sad sad movies. from being overwhelmed by life as a whole. from breakups. from being hurt. from hurting.

people cry for crying. for the relief of it all..

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todays OGL induction was sooo good. thank god it went well. from the one hour plus whacko to lunch, murderor, and the book fair. good.
sigh. just two more days.

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i wont say im missing you, if im not.
but would i, if i was.

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3 CDs fot ten dollars: elvis, santana and Marion Raven. mmm...
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its this time of the year the clouds are at their most beautiful. see for youself. youll know what i mean.

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im off