http://bathinginkittens.tumblr.com/post/50961415146/i-was-hanging-out-with-a-new-friend-for-the-first

bathinginkittens:

I was hanging out with a new friend for the first or second time on Saturday night, and we were at a loss for things to do when he mentioned a party he had been invited to but was unsure about, because he thought not many people would go. We watched a trailer for the party; it was a school reunion and awards night, and guests were to dress formally. When we found out it was just down the road from my house, we decided to go take a peek at it. There were cars lining both sides of the road for two or three blocks. We stood on the road, peeking through the trees at the hundreds of people dancing to live music. I had never seen so many people at a party before. We clambered back into his car and left to get alcohol and change our clothes to something more appropriate. An hour later, when we returned, the awards show had begun. I sat there, amazed at the fact that someone had managed to put together a successful reunion/awards night for their high school. It was in the courtyard of a mansion. Behind me was a pond that took up half the backyard, and a large fireplace, and behind that was a hill of gardens, with a love-swing at the top. They had a stage set up, with two gold Oscars taller than the MC, and a spotlight. They had a raffle with great prizes. Once all awards and raffle prizes were given away, chairs were quickly removed and the courtyard was turned into a dance floor. There were lights, a disco ball, a fog machine, and DJs. There were people everywhere: on the dance floor, in the house, wandering around the property. I didn’t explore inside much—I was too afraid of entering a room I didn’t belong in—but I recall catching a glimpse of one of the rooms upstairs, and it seemed to be a theater. There was a stage, and background and props leaned against every wall.
And although I knew no one but who I had come with, it was a magnificent experience, observing such a party. I wish to go again next year.

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30.

Eyes sealed shut
I still see you,
the details of your face
engraved in my mind

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29.

it’s scary
kind of
when you think
about all the things
you’ve done
but have no
memory of

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28.

Although water drips
from green skies,
keep your gaze
steady,
for you
are not a tap,
and leaking is okay—
you are not weak,
but strong,
making others
feel uncomfortable
with your
confidence still
unwavering.

27.

I don’t like
when you don’t give
me good
bye kisses

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26.

I hate that
when you leave
for work in the morning
the bed gets so cold
and I have
to close the window

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25.

I’m sweaty,
  and so are you,
     our naked bodies
             pressed together,
                                    clinging
                                                  “I never want to let you go”

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24.

  Where can I be alone,
                safe,
where no one will find me

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23.

I won’t
“Apologize,”

For the
one month
I felt
like being sexual
and the
who knows how many months
after
when I wanted
nothing more
than to cuddle
but your mind was set on sex
and you wouldn’t settle
for anything less.

I won’t
“Say sorry,”

For feeling like a victim,
used, abused
for things you’ve come
to take for granted
but wouldn’t
have dared to even ask for
some time ago.

I won’t.

I won’t.

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22.

People
often compare
life
to rollercoasters.
But I
compare life
to

those rides—
the ones that
go up and down.

You creep up
and up and up

to the very top
and sit there
for a moment,

then,
just as you’
ve relaxed,

d
r
o
p

down, almost rock bottom.

And then
up,
up
slowly
again.

Almost there,
but
DROP
again.

Almost there,
but DROP.

Almost there,
but DROP.

Again and again and again,

DROP.

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21.

I like
when I feel
as if I’m
someone
something
important

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20.

I don’t usually
feel
as if I’m trapped
inside my head,
but sometimes
I just wish
that I
could express
my thoughts

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19.

Running
after shadows
in blackness
in my mind,

Reaching
after shadows
in blackness
in my mind,

Calling out
silently
for the shadows
in the blackness
of my mind,

And they
are me.

How can I lose myself
inside my own mind?

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xowlcorex asked: I've always wanted to get into writing and poetry, but I really don't know how to start off or how to edit. When I was in high school all my English teachers loved reading my journals, every single English teacher I had always suggested me to think about getting into writing and going to college for it, because they loved my weird imagination. I was never really interested but now I am. I just kind of wanna do this on the side. So do you have any tips for me? Would be a great help, and thank yo

My tip for you is to just write. Tap into your thoughts and write what you’re thinking. Look at something and describe it. Write about dreams you’ve had. Just write.
I hope that helps at least a little bit! =]

18.

You could know
everything
about me—
just follow me
on Tumblr
and Twitter.

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