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Week [7] - teacup days by nari-me
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I love this photo! It shouts fragile, dainty, artistic, and has an essence of romance and purity. You turned a cup of tea into light! Y...

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Coley
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United States
Hello, I’m Cole.
I am 19, located in Connecticut, taken, a ftm pre-op transgender, an atheist, Libra, vegetarian, musician, and writer.
I'm currently in school taking GED classes, cleaning out my apartment to move into in November, and taking each day as they come. c:
Writing and music are my two passions. I play drums, ukulele, and some other random instruments. I plan on going to a musical arts college to later teach music part time.
What I focus on is living day by day, in the present moment.
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Get out from under my skin.
You subtly float around the brim.
I am left, defenseless; without noticing.
Now, submerged within your tide,
Here I will reside;
drowning just to lose time.


You are the seven seas combined;
A mystery scientists can't define,
A stunning view,
A deadly abyss
No one can see through.


I felt the beating of your chest,
soothing my loneliness
You made me believe
That our love was providence.
Instead I've begun to learn,
That bridges will always burn.


You are the seven seas combined;
A mystery scientists can't define,
A stunning view,
A deadly abyss
no one can see through.


The seven seas combined,
A mystery I'll never define,
A stunning view,
A deadly abyss
I'll never see through.

I'll never see through you.
Unexpected eviction notices,
Threats that still go unspoken,
The family tokens you find broken.
All of these pent up emotions,
Are plucking at my seams.
These bad intentions won't
Let my demons free;
Breeding deep within me.

I've got habits that need forsaking.
My chest is ceaselessly aching
To heal my bittersweet tendencies.
Yet, these absent reflections
Won't mend for me.

This bed can't seem
To soak up my sorrows.
I think I'd be better off
Alone until tomorrow.
Because even translucent chests
couldn't ever bare to show,
The person I hold within
the crux of my soul.

I've got habits that need forsaking.
My chest is ceaselessly aching
To heal my bittersweet tendencies.
Yet, these absent reflections
Won't mend for me.
The smell of a short Marlboro 72,
Inducing the either with its fumes.
I'm crouched next to your frame,
Watching the clouds dissipate.

I see the breeze carry
Smoke away from my face,
As I exhale, while counting
Each second it takes.
I sigh, and begin to watch
The partials and pesticides
Rise, and hit the sky;
Tainting my lungs and others lives.

The smell of a short Marlboro 72,
Inducing the either with its fumes.
I'm crouched next to your frame,
Watching the clouds dissipate.

You could say
That I'm just one more,
Anxious smoker
Looking for some insight.
Yet, it's not just the taste I like.
And even if this nicotine high
Will eventually be my demise;
It still soothes my bad side.

The smell of a short Marlboro 72,
Inducing the either with its fumes.
I'm crouched next to your frame,
Watching the clouds dissipate.

I'm watching the clouds dissipate.

I've got a
Locked jaw,
A pounding chest,
A new pack of cigarettes,
And cold sweat.

My mind stumbles,
Caught in disarray.
Slow motion takes
The scene away.
Rending receptors
Control my brain.
And now,
My vision is
Flipping through
Photo frames.

I've got a
Locked jaw,
A pounding chest,
A new pack of cigarettes,
And cold sweat.

I can't recollect
Or take hold
Of my debt.
So darling,
When you
Come back,
Don't doubt
That I'll be
Following the
Same tracks.


I've got a
Locked jaw,
A pounding chest,
A new pack of cigarettes,
And cold sweat.

Cold sweat
Cold sweat
Cold sweat

When the eventide becomes midnight,
Lonesome insomnia submerges me in
Each breaker that impedes the reiterated
Currents of the cobalt marines shore.
I struggle to resist the many somber
Endeavors that embed me in the
Abundant brine, tinted blue and brimming
With the sharp taste of bitter saline
That subsists on my tongue; while I am kept
Awake mourning from dusk until dawn.

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:iconaspiredwriter:
AspiredWriter Featured By Owner Oct 20, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
happy birthday
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:iconmelancholymourning:
melancholymourning Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
thank you! c:
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Carl-McIntyre Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2014  Student General Artist
How are you :D
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:iconmelancholymourning:
melancholymourning Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I'm good, thanks! Yourself? :D
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Carl-McIntyre Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2014  Student General Artist
Loverly!
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:iconmelancholymourning:
melancholymourning Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
That's great! Glad to hear it! :D
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Lexariusssorcalucard Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2014  Professional Digital Artist
welcome to the group.
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:iconmelancholymourning:
melancholymourning Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you very much! :D
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sharkhoang Featured By Owner Oct 20, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy birthday!
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melancholymourning Featured By Owner Nov 11, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you!
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