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this is how it happens. by sara-vous-aime, literature

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this is how it happens.

The media has romanticized bleeding, and so this is what happens. You watch television and see the blue-eyed heroine rescued by a man. There she is, lying on the floor with a slit wrist, and the world tells you this is okay, this is normal, this is beauty. They tell you we all have a price charming. We all have scars; this is how it happens. Now it is a Sunday afternoon, any Sunday afternoon, and you are walking down a road with a boy you want to love. He is wiry, stronger than he looks, and he smiles just the right way. You have chosen him to save you. Not to love you, not to cherish you, but to keep you from wrecking yourself. He is more a

Undecidedly Fictitious by sara-vous-aime, literature

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Undecidedly Fictitious

i. Some nights I sit up and wonder what would happen if I simply told you everything. ii. I am on this new medication, which the doctor says will "even me out". I do not know what that means, but I am willing to try normalcy. You seem to like normal, anyhow. PS, This isn't the point I meant to make. iii. I am on this new medication, which the doctor says will "even me out," only there are rules to my newfound commonality. I am not allowed to eat two hours before or after I ingest the pill. Also, I am supposed to drink a tall glass of water to help it go down. Every time I take the pill, I of course become inexplicably hungry. Somehow,

Missed the Boat by sara-vous-aime, literature

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Missed the Boat

I am looking at pictures of the Titanic sinking and thinking of my life as a tragedy. The dignified collapse of the unsinkable ship, and the chaos within – I think that applies to us (if we are an "us" any longer, although I know we are not). But really, no really, no fuck this. Fuck all of this. We are an "us," there will always be an "us," at least to "me." I know Kate Winslet made it out alive, but whatever happened to Leonardo DiCaprio? What happened as he floated out to sea? Did his lungs gather water and his veins trickle with ice until he sank to the bottom of the world's secrets? How did Kate make it home? How was her skin not

This Is Nothing New by sara-vous-aime, literature

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This Is Nothing New

1. Preparing myself for the breakdown, taking off my mascara and letting the soap seep in through my pores. Maybe I can purify myself from the outside, literally wash myself of you forever. But it never works, you know. I am still left to cry for hours, in the constraints where I am accustomed to our bodies meeting, in the space you left vacant. 2. I dream of you nightly, and of empty baskets and telephone calls. I dream of that space between my stomach and my heart, that space that always feels empty lately. I dream of black licorice. I dream of your face getting bigger, which I figure translates to closer; and your warmth sparking my ci

In The Midst of Waiting by sara-vous-aime, literature

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In The Midst of Waiting

The cars drive right into the ocean. The highways just an infinity, Right over the horizon. And the ocean is just a white bed of wishes, and down feathers, and dandelion seeds. That is where you'll find me. A string of breath like fishing lure escapes from between rose petal lips. And then you dive. I am being smothered by the dreams, and the bedsheets. There are so many tears in this ocean, from the so many people who drove right in. But I don't cry and I don't swim. I float on cotton and dangle in the midst of waiting. So you float down to find me, suffocated with veils of vanilla and gardenia air. And there we are, f

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this is how it happens. by sara-vous-aime, literature

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In The Midst of Waiting by sara-vous-aime, literature

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In The Midst of Waiting

Thirty Four by sara-vous-aime, literature

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A poem of many parts (my life) by em-bellish, literature

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A poem of many parts (my life)

The pieces of us go like this: You are the acoustic guitar song that people can hum along with before they finish the first verse, the kind of thing I sing on my way home from dropping you off. You are the song I play on repeat as I turn onto Claiborne parkway, as I pass the high school and stop at a yellow light. You get in the car the next day; I turn you up and you turn the radio dial. Your love is the things unspoken: the laugh bubbling up in your throat, a shrug after you kiss my cheek, your head lying on my stomach. My love is the things almost spoken: a stutter on the phone, stealing your cookies, looking at you right in the eyes and

I forgot it at home by em-bellish, literature

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I forgot it at home

I don't need to be losing important things. It's late, and I can't do half the things I need to. I'll admit to you that I need help and expect you to pretend you don't want to help me. I'm pretty sure you can't, anyway, but seeing your name on my phone will be some miracle in itself. Truth: I used to be afraid that the wind might pick me up and carry me away like a lost balloon or a cartoon pig. Apparently, they do fly. Today I watch people fall asleep but don't fall asleep myself. I talk about magnetism and separation, both of which I seem to be afraid of. I spin around in

i won the flies with vinegar by ittybittycrazy, literature

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i won the flies with vinegar

0. I am writing this whatever about Friday and weed and red bull and very-much-so-alive people. I spend too much time fantasizing. Mostly about sticking things in electrical sockets and dropping my blowdryer in the sink while I'm brushing my teeth, how my body would shake and shudder, how no one would see my blue eyes as they roll back to see the projections in the back of my eyes. I would fall, and smell maybe even of charred flesh. Every time I go down the stairs I am to blame for my mother's miscarriages. Maybe even stars. So, this is a whatever about weed and stars. 30. It is Friday and I am scared. I am full of conviction and sor

Opportunity Cost by em-bellish, literature

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Opportunity Cost

It passes my mind between the meat and the bread at the far corner of the supermarket. (thoughts of you wade in the corresponding corner of my mind.) At least I looked decent yesterday. - If some people are maddening weeds in my mind, you're more like a once budding flower tree, dead and chopped down at the trunk. There was a secret something growing with beautiful possibility, now hidden neatly with tall grass. (I forget about you, most days.) I'm pretty sure you should hate me for forgetting you, maybe more for not saying "yes, of course", but how many others have you chosen to forget, like a mass grave in your

Hercules by em-bellish, literature

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Hercules

Rachel told me to look at his eyes. If they were dilated his heart must be pumping as fast as mine does whenever I'm with him, the soft corners of his mouth turning up at the thought of seeing me soon. I studied him the next day while he was talking to me. He has dark brown eyes, irises that hide his pupils, and I could have stared forever and I would have never seen past them. He knows my secret, because I told him. "I'm invisible, you know." I snuck out of class early every other day to see him. Something good needed to come out of how no one remembered my na

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Current Residence: NJ
Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock, Indie Rock, Alternative Rock, Rock in General, and some random 80's Pop
Favourite style of art: Anything, Everything
Operating System: Anything I can get my hands on
MP3 player of choice: iPhone
Shell of choice: Magic Conch Shell

Favourite Movies

The Breakfast Club, Juno, Little Miss Sunshine, The Exorsist, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Jason Mraz, Jack Johnson, John Mayer, Third Eye Blind, Pete Yorn, Liz Phair, Broken Social Scene

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Computer, Camera, Music, Imagination

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Music, Photography, Graphic Art, Movies, Writing, Singing

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sara-vous-aime

Jul 17, 2010

And If You Wish to Find Me

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Catch me on my Tumblr, for I find I have a problem remembering to update this page along with that one. www.saravousaime.tumblr.com

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sara-vous-aime

May 29, 2010

Here's to Life With No Regrets

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Blue skies and a playground. A green field and a piggy-back ride. The Beatles on repeat and a walk through the woods while doing George Bush impressions. Eyes bluer than the sky. Skipping down the middle of the street. Realizing you never want to forget. "What are you doing?" "Taking pictures!" "Of what?" "ME." "Why?" "BECAUSE I'M FABULOUS." Three of the best people I've ever known surrounding me. Sometimes that's all you need. "But don't look back in anger, I heard you say"

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Apr 26, 2010

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When do you realize you've stopped being yourself? When do you notice that you need to revert to your natural state? When do you decide to take that leap? I hope I am never not myself. My friend wrote a poem that inspired me to never loose myself, no matter what I do. No matter who does or does not love me (although I love that he loves my right now). Tonight I'm going to a concert of a guy I don't like with my psuedo-should-be-sister. We're going to eat sushi and pretend the rest of the world doesn't exist, just like people should once and a while. I hate the story of Romeo and Juliet, I hate The Taming of The Shrew. I hate death and ca

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xRogueKimbitx

May 9, 2011

this
is
not
a
joke!
carry
on
reading!
or
you
will
die,
even
if
you
only
looked
at
the
word
warning!

ONCE
THERE
WAS
A
LITTLE
GIRL
CALLED
CLARISSA,
SHE
WAS
10
YEARS
OLD
AND
SHE
LIVED
IN
A
MENTAL
HOSPITAL,
BEACUSE
SHE
KILLED
HER
MUM
AND
DAD.

SHE
GOT
SO
BAD
SHE
STARTED
TO
KILL
ALL
THE
STAFF
IN
THE
HOSPITAL
SO
THE
GOVERMENT
DECIDED
THAT
THE
BEST
IDEA
WAS
TO
GET
RID
OF
HER
SO
THEY
SET
UP
A
SPECIAL
ROOM
TO
KILL
HER,
AS
HUMANE
AS
POSSIBLE
BUT
IT
WENT
RONG
THE
MACHINE
THEY
WERE
USEING
WENT
WRONG.

AND
SHE
WAS
SAT
THERE
IN
AGONY
FOR
HOURS
UNTILL
SHE
FINALLY
DIED.

NOW
EVERY
WEEK
ON
THE
DAY
OF
HER
DEATH
SHE
RETURNS
TO THE
PERSON
THAT
READS
THIS
LETTER,
ON
A
MONDAY
NIGHT
AT
12:00
SHE
KREEPS
INTO
YOUR
ROOM
AND
KILLS
YOU,
BUT
SLOWLY
AND
PAINFULLY
SLOWLY
CUTTING
DIFFRENT
PARTS
OF
UR
BODY
THEN
WATCHES
YOU
BLEED
TO
DEATH
IF
YOU
DONT
SEND
THIS
TO
20
PEOPLE
BY
MIDNIGHT
SHELL
BE
COMEING
TO KILL
YOU!
SEND
IT
SO
SHE
HAS
ANOTHER
LOAD
OF
PEOPLE
TO
GET
AND
FORGETS
ABOUT
YOU
DONT
BELVE ME
HEY