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Lover of My Mind by autumncatching, literature

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Lover of My Mind

Lover of my mind, We saw the same full moon from miles away, Wondering how it could be, That two people like you and me, Could flounce through the galaxy of souls, To stumble upon each other, On a plain of wonder. Together we're something better, Than you and me. I'm remembering you remembering me, The way you said every time I smiled, You wanted to kiss me. When the air was taut, With words unspoken, I wondered whether you saw me, You proved me wrong and right all the time. I talked in deliberate riddles, You pierced right through the words to my heart, Or missed and your arrow shot my arm. Still I stuttered along, Trying

Falling Out of Love by autumncatching, literature

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Falling Out of Love

For that hour, You were the one, And I couldn't see, How you could take the best of me. Now I'm sitting, As the swings dance silently, Floating pieces of where I thought, Dreams could be. You made me realize, That I could be loved, And I could exist like myself, That it was good enough. This doesn't mean I don't love your every smile, But baby I'm going because I'll never be enough, She's beautiful that I always knew, I hope the best for you two. Do you realize? That by showing me how high, The sky could be, You gave me, The worst cruelty. You told me I was special, That I'd always hold the beat, That swept your heart a

Silver Tears by autumncatching, literature

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Silver Tears

Awakened to her fading, The second hand clicking, A metronome of footprints, As she's leaving. I didn't know if it was the sea, Or her grief, That I was tasting. "I'm ok," but just not tonight. If she could find sunbeams, She'd be just fine. "It's funny how life can be so blind," As she's bathed in wounded light. I don't know what to do, So I become cryless too. Scrambling to catch all these refracted Pieces of soul. Maybe I could show, How I see the truth of her, Struck awed by these dented sides, She can't hide. But not tonight. Her eyes become more, As she sits, Staring into nothing. Not able to interrupt her focus

The Boy With the Story by autumncatching, literature

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The Boy With the Story

Falling under again, From sipping the cup of stars, Seething for the never-ending reach, Of the love dying in that fleeting flight, Hollow wings sweeping high. Ivory skin hardens to the stone of a tower, The lies slip between dexterous fingers, Swearing the sincerity of future sin. And no one will glimpse, The genuine thoughts behind the knife, Wielded beneath belief. Giving in to saturated veins, Long legs seducing to their embrace. No one will know, What this disillusionment meant. Lifting off the concrete of today, A quest for something more. Not knowing that touching faith, Could be so real.

Eating Yourself by autumncatching, literature

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Eating Yourself

Vespertine thoughts seep through, Blooming awake to taunt, Those abandoned swallows of need. Night sirens howl in unison, With one tear leaking from a chest, Of a dream, "Say that life doesn't mean learning to let go." The spirit in a wooden box with a fish on top, Forgotten along with the purple slippers, Dusty, beside the bed. They belonged to someone left aside. But still, in the dirt with searching hands, As if the streetlights could really illuminate, The smile seen in those photos, From years long past good bye.

So I Might Stay by autumncatching, literature

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So I Might Stay

Barreling right through the sound coming from my lips, Your ears only caressed, By sonic thoughts of your own creation. I've been surrounded by beige walls for too long, Bracing for the barricade, As the doctors rush to ease your pain. Telling me, "Ma'am if you could just wait," As if I haven't been waiting, Since the day our structured molecules collided. These newbies to your reality, They can't see how the game is played. Yes, I've realized this is your game. "I'm not the sun," I told you this under swaying branches, Our auroras following the movement, As you stumbled through darkness. Grasping for bleached edges, All you

Making Me Happy by autumncatching, literature

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Making Me Happy

'Making me happy', It all fell apart, When you said that oh so gladly, And as my tears flowed, Some of yours did too. Laying in connection to the moon. Quivering at every attempt, As your cinnamon laugh wrapped around, So carefully, But it was you. Then we could only stare through bars, In company with the guards. I watched as you receded, And suddenly I was the one searching, Searching for you. Stamping my tattoo, You threw me to the pit, Dead eyes staring blankly through. A kaleidoscope of pain, As I cut myself on your diamond face. I wanted to change my life, You said goodbye, If there's another moment, Between you

Shedding Summer Skin by autumncatching, literature

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Shedding Summer Skin

Rippling beneath the surface, Of soft smooth membrane. Shadows dance along, Within our song. The skin cries, A lovely lullaby. A tear drop, Is seduced to the ground. A sweet ache in the straining, A contented sigh, Wine staining. Closed eyes, Feeling the beauty, Of your sky lit high. Loose hips, Swaying in the wind. Sultry lips, Tasting of salty sin. The waves crash down, She's sinking back into sound. The butterfly, Those blue eyes, The moon struck night. The overflowing wonder, Of her body melting like butter. The sea is whispering, And the tides are pulling. Forgive me, For treading this fine line, But giving u

Self Conclusion by autumncatching, literature

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Self Conclusion

Contradicting the aspirations of many, I stand alone on this path of mutiny, The blood dripping down, As the blade slips from my clasp, Finger tips losing grasp, On reality. I lost restraint of pain, And the deity of anger took reign. The future tense seemed so unsure, I was lured. Now I'm a lost soul, Amongst all who are so bold. The tiles have absent spots, Even the red stains swirling, As the water hits the floor flowing, Are darkened fuzzy. The ceiling starts to move, Slowly, But I'm falling. Sinking as whispers gently pulling. To the ice cold underneath. Swimming as black butterflies fluttering, I'm sickened sweet.

The Stage by autumncatching, literature

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The Stage

The sky hurts blue, It's passed being fixed, Yet the fortune-telling slip states, "Luck will come your way." Crawl into the sunlight Streaking through the window, If only to hide, In the crease of time. Lurch to avoid the decomposing Lips of fate. Feel them stretch upward, Wrinkling the caked corners, Of her blood stained mouth. Touch the naked skin, On her left finger, And tell her, That love has no place, On her stage. "Or maybe your definition of love is wrong." Or maybe her definition is just fucked.

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Hey, I'm Audra. I've recently started writing because I realized that there is a lot built up in me that I have to let out. I guess I'm that type of person that gets mad but won't say anything, so I have to put it somewhere. I've always loved to read, so it wasn't much of a jump to start writing. Other than writing and reading, I love riding horses, I love watching how people interact, I love the little moments in life, even though when I'm in the moment, it doesn't seem that significant until later, and I love coffee.

Favourite Visual Artist

Van Gogh

Favourite Movies

V for Vendetta, anything with Johnny Depp, Lord of the Rings, Fight Club

Favourite TV Shows

Bones, South Park

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Nine Inch Nails, Pierce the Veil, Mayday Parade, Lincoln Park, You Me at Six, Led Zepellin, Pierce the Veil

Favourite Books

I always find a new favorite book

Favourite Writers

Shakespeare, Hemingway, Whitman, Po

Other Interests

Riding horses, falling asleep in a grassy meadow, meeting awesome people in random places.

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Jul 8, 2012

That Stranger

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Linny was one of those people that I always wished I could get to know better. I had met her through a friend of mine, who was her roommate for awhile before moving out of the dorms half way through the year. Whenever she and I would end up hanging out, I felt like a moth drawn to her light. She was a special kind of person, one of those that could spread happiness where ever she went. Since I had been struggling with depression at the time, she was someone who brought me relief. Perhaps because of how important she had the potential of becoming, I always held her at arm's length. I didn't know that fate would make her important to me anyway,

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