HeartShapeGlasses007

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Masculinity by HeartShapeGlasses007, literature

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Masculinity

You know what my favorite aspect of committed life is? When you snap Yell Bite But it’s ok. Because you didn’t MEAN it. But when I’m left with the Reservations of your actions, It’s me who’s the difficult one. Because I didn’t cater to your Waves of instability. Laugh out loud. You remind me of your father Your remind me of my father. I guess it’s a guy thing.

I mean, I get it by HeartShapeGlasses007, literature

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I mean, I get it

I mean, I get it, right? Why would you want to be my friend. There are boundaries and reservations to be upheld, and I’m not allowed to cross those. Because they’re not my reservations, Grown organically from personal apprehensions. No. They are spurned from your own thoughts, that say my authority is to be feared, Not fraternized with. So I’ll spend another day, Staying mute so others can be vocal. I will ruminate in my loneliness, And remember not to provoke the emotions of others, By being myself. I can stay this way. Quiet and alone. “Maybe they will like me now.” Maybe now you’ll be my friend?

Alone But Married by HeartShapeGlasses007, literature

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Alone But Married

I guess I’ll die in isolation while surrounded by people I’m literally screaming and crying for one on one time just some fragment of love And instead I’m told how acts of service show love and I need to stop being So damn demanding Taking the dogs out is great Thanks But maybe ask how my day is Or just want to kiss me without being asked. Nothing but wishful thinking, clearly I’m just waiting here for someone to care enough to want to love me Instead of having expectations for how I should be loved Sun rises, sun falls And my aspirations fall with it Down into the dusky moments when you’re not really sure if you’re here or there Just always lost Always searching For a hand to hold that is readily reaching for mine Instead of blindly grasping for some sense of solidity. I’d say I’m lonely but that doesn’t seem to do much these days So I guess I’m just apathetic Because why should I care about a nonexistent love Or a selfish one that only listens to its own interpretation of my heart

PunktuATION by HeartShapeGlasses007, literature

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PunktuATION

I can’t just type this into the vacuum of the internet apparently Instead, I have to deal with the rude remarks of spellcheck Hammering into me how poor my grammar has become Or perhaps, simply how “out of sorts” I am. How comical. Even now the tiny, angry Little Blue Mark Under my PUNCTUATION Laughs at me Shit. I’m going to have to start over now. Whoops.

Oh that#8217s right by HeartShapeGlasses007, literature

Reflections by HeartShapeGlasses007, literature

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Reflections

Reflections I sit here musing in the embrace of a king sized mattress With sheets the color crayola would call “blue”. These thoughts keep permeating my head To the point it’s hard to identify reality due to their All consuming essence. I wonder what it’s like to be alone Relinquished from this duty to be present in another’s daily routine. I think I have been struggling with feeling alone while present around others As though I’m just Not meant to be Understood. I try so hard to be conscientious Of the tides of others’ waters, And yet no one sees my little dingy floating absently away, Forgott

A nameless thought by HeartShapeGlasses007, literature

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A nameless thought

The vastness of infinity is what lays on the outer reaches of my mind And I feel like I touch upon it Now and then Without ever an inkling of intention to. Here I find myself sitting in a state of Utter Discontent. What am I upset at? Those who fail to see me, Or me for failing to be seen? Maybe it’s just the in my head. No one faces realty like I do. But then, maybe it’s because we face different realities. What is our life but a decomposition of memories to fertilize our futures?

Fragile Bouquet by HeartShapeGlasses007, literature

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Fragile Bouquet

These words are being pulled from my heart Like an anchor pulled from an unforgiving sea current. Again and again it happens. I find myself giving away my emotions like a bouquet, To anyone who is willing to stop for a moment And admire my fragile beauty. With such utter care am I placed in a glass vase, But the vase is not placed within the hands of the sun; rather I am confinded to the corner of your kitchen counter, Hidden from plain sight. “Maybe you don’t know what I need” I say to myself, My stem leaning towards the warmth catching onto Irish lace Pouring in through the window. “Maybe if you just see that I’m asking for nourishment”. I can hear voices from the hall, Grizzled tones of familiarity And a lilting whisper of secrecy. “Who is that?” Auburn locks and olive skin block out the sun I am so hungry for, And doe like eyes meet my inquiry. I stand straight and tall, allowing my bloom to expand out As fingertips would towards the sky. Questions are asked, and brushed off, And I

Speaking on the Greater Magnitude by HeartShapeGlasses007, literature

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Speaking on the Greater Magnitude

There is a magnitude greater than myself I wish to speak on, if this audience would humor me if only for a small allotted section of time. The grand weaver has truly strung His strings today, in the most chaotic and turbulent sense of the phrase. The pastels bleed into the neon, and there's no sense of clarity, even less so when the occasional black thread spools out into a spiderweb, interceding all in its path with minimal consideration. There are instances when our fingertips are soft against a butterfly, causing it's wings to beat breath into the air as the winds of change take hold. These consequences are but unconscious careens

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PunktuATION by HeartShapeGlasses007, literature

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PunktuATION

Reflections by HeartShapeGlasses007, literature

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Reflections

A nameless thought by HeartShapeGlasses007, literature

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A nameless thought

Fragile Bouquet by HeartShapeGlasses007, literature

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Fragile Bouquet

Speaking on the Greater Magnitude by HeartShapeGlasses007, literature

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Speaking on the Greater Magnitude

Holy Honey by HeartShapeGlasses007, literature

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Holy Honey

Holy grace is held within cupped hands Crinkled with eroding time Extended invitingly, Will you suckle their Honey nectar? Molten gold may lap at your tongue Giving off an odor of faint florals And newly hedged grass. But mayhaps it ferments as your tastebuds Rise to greet it, And the rotten potion leaves you Spewing sacrilegious bile on the Broken floor your stand on. Was it the drink or the vessel that such carried ill-intentions?

Waning Love in the Candlelight by HeartShapeGlasses007, literature

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Waning Love in the Candlelight

I have these dreams I’ve only just come to accept as realized. I am striving actively towards that which I can see As a reflection of my utmost sins and desires. Bid me welcome with open arms May you, And act as a basin for my Ever trickling thoughts. I want you to drink in my fragrance As your fingers shift between the layers of hair Protruding as a wild mane; Stark against trembling pale edges. Act as though your arms have never met mine And every freckle is a new location on the treasure map By body has created before you. Fingerprints should be smudged on glasses, Lilting intimacy whispered in the ebbing glow of Candles. My re

Railroad to Clarity by HeartShapeGlasses007, literature

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Railroad to Clarity

I'm walking through a lateral landscape Where time lapses inadvertently which I can't help but find quite extraordinary. Hickory laced smoke finds passage into my transmission communicators, and I'm marooned on a plain of thought. Grey erases the luminescence of my body and my shadow arises. Fractals of light pigmented with the ruby under-glow of flesh and blood disperse from my being and I am only dark matter. Suspended aloft in mindful purgatory, a light pierced the murky gloom, leaving its saber pointed path onobscured. Though the echoing dimness lapped at its river of golden glow, there was not a darkness so hollow that could con

Appetite for Flesh by HeartShapeGlasses007, literature

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Appetite for Flesh

A primitive gnawing for flesh Knots my stomach And makes jelly of my legs My passion is denied Perhaps even detested I look at other romances with An unflattering jealous air Wanting warmth to settle beside me Instead of cold nonchalantness I want to be wanted To be needed and feasted upon Where I am the most delicious morsel And your appetite is never complete Smell me, see me, taste me Consume me

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Dead of winter by Elendurwen, literature

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Dead of winter

The nature sleeps so I must be awake In dead of winter My blood boils and my fingers twitch My mind reaching out To the twisting roots hidden underneath The sea is frozen so I must run In circles waiting for a signal to slow down Snow-white wind chills to the bone And the moon is silent As if also waiting for salvation In darkness of the mighty woods Here I stalk threads of my innocence Frail and shaking to the core I do not let up Until I leave my earthly body and its mind Until but the idea of me remains Branches rustle anticipating My return to the soil that feeds them And I wonder if I ever was at all Or if the trees are merely dreaming of me

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Vertebral Column by PoetryAndProzac, literature

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Vertebral Column

Alas, my dear, You shall not fear the wicked. Their scimitar spines may protrude through their skin, Their boxcutter tongues may lash out and lay waste, And their hollow point bullet eyes may pierce your heart, But you needn't fear. For those wretched apparitions have but one sustenance, A quality found in most but not in you. Despondency. You, my dear, are the pinnacle of high spirits and hope. Your broadsword spine, the defender of innocence. Your razor-sharp wit, solving life's puzzles. Your machine gun mouth, spewing bullets packed with pride. You needn't fear.

Synesthesia by Elendurwen, literature

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Synesthesia

Eyes that see The taste of geometries Tongue provoked by Light-assaulted lenses Blood circulates through Pulsating teeth Into the throat wide open Tendrils extend From the gray matter The turbulent surface Of the sleepless brain Hands chase shimmers Fingers twisted backwards Stroke the atmosphere Growing louder The selfness itself The whisperer inside The unknown of the known Consuming everything With its subjectivity Knowing, feeling, guessing What’s normality Searching for the Other In need for identity Let it all melt Into itself Break the illusion Of safety in boundaries Eyes that taste A tongue that sees Cells electrified Merge

About HeartShapeGlasses007

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Oct 25, 1995
United States
Deviant for 13 years
She / Her

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In the end, there is only our choices which divide us.

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Mc Esher

Favourite Movies

Gone with the wind, Benny and Joon, dracula, meet the spartans, Touch of Mink

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Rise Against, Mumford and Sons

Favourite Writers

Tennyson, Terry Gookind, Jane Austen

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HeartShapeGlasses007

Jan 23, 2019

Bridge or Dam

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There’s nothing more exhausting than expressing your emotions and having them fall on aggressive ears Being called psycho for displaying sadness and loneliness is just a display of insecurity and defensiveness. What to do when the one who owns your heart, keeps it in a box but doesn’t speak to it. What to do when you love so hard but feel empty. Being alone and feeling unrelatable is torture. There’s nothing more repressive than being told your feelings are invalid, and to get over it. I’m trying to build a bridge over these troubled waters, I promise. I’m trying to decide if you’re a stepping stone

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HeartShapeGlasses007

Oct 10, 2017

Life's one hell of a ride

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HeartShapeGlasses007

Feb 19, 2017

Hey there

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Sometimes I really do forget the sensation of sitting on here for hours on end, finding new connections through my computer screen. I developed into something greater than I thought I could be; I become myself, and accepted every moment that is compiled into me. So as this feels like a beginning, this is me saying  Hello. My name is Juniper Jones, and this is the bearing of my honest thoughts. This is where I reveal my reality.

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AtypicalLily

Nov 30, 2017

Thanks so much for the watch!

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Nov 17, 2012

Thank you for favoriting work from my original story, Wrath and Pardon: [link]

I hope you’re ready for more! ((If not, I am so sorry to spam your inboxes.)) I am going to post a new WaP piece (with writing in the artist’s comment) every day from now until November 21. If you have been reading, thank you so much! I really appreciate it and love your feedback!