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Our Year of Six Words

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Queenie7

Published: Jan 1, 2012

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One year in Six Words? Indescribable.

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Skin

“My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.” ― George R.R. Martin "You have such pale skin... you look like a little china doll". I imagine I did look like a little doll when I was younger. I donned the pink dresses my mother had made and bought. I let her brush my curly hair, allowed her to set it just right. If I was a good little girl, she let me try some of her ruby red lip stick. I did not mind the pink dresses or the makeup. I grew up with fairytales of pretty princesses and dashing knights, of ferocious dragons and ugly witches. Princesses wore make up and dresses. Princesses got their knight in shining

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I hate that you're my every thought That I wake with you on my mind And fall asleep To images of your smile I hate that I adore you so With gorgeous eyes And sweet lips I long to taste I hate the way you make me feel Like I need you to survive As if breathing without you Is excruciating I hate that I yearn for you I hunger for your touch Every moment Of every day I hate the way I love you With every beat Of my wretched heart That loving you keeps me alive Yet keeps me alone

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Love is when somebody gives you a shoulder to cry on. Love is when somebody makes you laugh when you're sad. Love is when you miss somebody whenever they are gone. Love is when whenever you see that person you feel glad. Loving somebody is choosing not to see their flaws. A human being will never be perfect. Everything that person does you will give a loud applause. Cause in your eyes everything that person does is correct. You want them to smile. You would work extra just to be with that person. Even if it would be just for a while. Love is unconditional, that's the truth.

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Lust

His hands have a habit of finding my hip bones, trailing his river like fingers along my stone smooth skin, his lips do not move, his mouth tells me stories. Mine spend their time tracing the length and breadth of his back in kisses* We travel through lands that never existed before we touched them At temperatures far exceeding in Fahrenheit If only we could understand how lust and geography make such divinely sinful bedmates. ____________________ * One hundred and sixteen

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Love is...

Love is more than a feeling. It is the sound of her voice as she tells me her thoughts. It is the touch of her arms as they hold me tight. It's the caress of my embrace, that makes her so warm. It's an action. It's a promise. It's putting others before you. It's an open door. It's something you do. It's a kiss on a park bench under a star filled sky. It's the thought of her when she's far away. It's a story being written. It's the tear in your eye. It's the letter stained and smeared with salty water. It's the phone call you don't want to answer, but you know you must. It's the country you long to see. It's pain. It's a longing to forget. It'

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I wondered if you could hear my heart in your sleep, Recognize the smell of my skin in your dreams, Touch my lips when you wake up, And whisper in my ears while I sleep. I pondered all that as you fell asleep to my heartbeat, Breathing softly on my chest with one of your hands still feeling me. And when I wake up it was your lips, Or maybe it's all just a dream. But when I declared "I love you", I could feel your lips at my ear, Whispering the sweet melody, Of everything I ever wanted to hear.

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You make me ill to my core. It's the way you curl yourself beneith my skin and suck the love and passion from my bloodstream like a sun starved flower. You sit benith the open sky in your flowerpot, adorned with my words. I bathe you in the things you need, but yet you still rob my bones. You betray my trust when I need you most. Then you dissapear, like some godforsaken ghost into an early morning fog and all you leave behind is dew-drops on the lashes that protect my eyes. When you kiss, you consume. You burn like a forest fire, searing and violent, across the tips of

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"You left your watch here" This place has become a store house for bad memories Except when it comes to you because the only thing you've ever left here was me and now I'm stuck here waiting for you to take me home But you cant There's a whole lot of distance between us, gaps that not even the sun knows how to swallow up We are mismatched cookie cutter pieces stripped and sewn to the same heart Your patterned like A Clockwork Orange- all violence and vulgar slurs while I'm shaped a little like Happpythankyoumoreplease- all I want is your love. All you give me is your bullshit

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Amongst the Stars

I could always handle you when you were cold water dripping down the curve of my spine and kissing the heat from my shoulder blades but when you wound around my legs and tried to drip off the tips of my fingers I had to stop you and press you back against my sternum Your kisses tasted like flower petals with edges more jagged than razorblades but I never minded when you left me raw and aching Instead I pulled your lips to my throat and let you kiss away the stardust and peel the paint from my skin- You always said I was like an old house and benith the cheep wallpaper that covered my frame were hidden secrets. I told you they wer

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Time

Too much time on my hands Too much of it alone Grasping for connection When found it's bittersweet Getting what I want is refreshing A taste of what it could be Yet I still can't be happy It isn't coming from you I want it to Don't know what to hold onto What to believe My world is built of fragile glass On which I am afraid to tread Don't dare move Don't dare breathe Don't want to wake up from the dream What will be there when I wake Feelings so strong and true Not enough to hold us together Look at me See me How desperately I wait Until I wither away inside Don't want to let go Wake me from my nightmare

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What is Love?

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And thus ends one year. It was three days after New Years 2010 that I discovered the concept of Six Word Stories and the 52 Week Challenge. Since than, I have written a total of 37 stories, relating to the challenge or otherwise.

Thank you for an amazing year of writing. Thank you to the admins, the editors and the suggestions given by other writers. Here's to another one of more stories limited to six well thought out words.