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The Night is Dark and Full of Terrors by technicolormemoirs, literature

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The Night is Dark and Full of Terrors

He’s asleep in the next room and I’m pacing in my mind, counting each step- one two three four, back and forth. Up and down. My jaw aches from biting down and holding back, smiling. Everything’s fine. An unintentional word causes tears, but don’t let him see it because then I’ll have to explain and it’s no use, there’s nothing I can say. Outside looking in it looks so sweet. Rot your teeth, picture perfect. Fairy tale. We love each other just so much don’t we babe? We’re going to get married, you know. I wonder if the screaming inside my head leaks through, sometimes. Not audibly, neve

Salvation. by technicolormemoirs, literature

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Salvation.

Sparks fly off of your skin and Burn mine as they land, Competing for my attention against Those butterflies inside my stomach. Damn butterflies. My hands are aching to Touch your face, Close my eyes and let my fingers Trace the line of your beard, Smooth over the dimple in your cheek, Let your eyelashes brush against My fingerprints and Make my body shiver. I want to Know you even without sight, Be able to find you in the dark. Know that when I reach this point, I’m home. My lips against your neck made My heart beat instead of yours and It was yours I was after. Let me listen? Let me touch. Feel the pulse beat at the base o

Four am by technicolormemoirs, literature

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Four am

Can we talk about How weird it is When an ex gets married and You’re still sitting here getting played by fuckbois And you’re 25 and you feel like Your expiration date is fast approaching? Can we talk about how lonely Four am feels when Nobody loves you? When You look and see other people At least pretending to be happy and You’re happy, you are but It would be nice you know? And everyone older than you is Saying how you have so much time and That you want to fall for the Right person Not the next one And that’s good advice you’re just So lonely sometimes that It feels like you’re never even gonna

L'amour by technicolormemoirs, literature

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L'amour

When I'm old and grey and my face is a mass of wrinkles and my hands aren't strong and my eyesight even weaker, when I can't remember anything anymore- I want to remember you. I've been in love before but it's never been like this. I joked about kids and grandkids and being old in rocking chairs but I never meant it, not like I do with you. You told me that this is just the beginning, that it's three months into the rest of our lives and somehow I know that you're telling the truth. I haven't met your son yet I haven't even said I love you. But yours is the face I want to wake up to every morning, that I want to fall asleep to eve

Keeping Time by technicolormemoirs, literature

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Keeping Time

Two months, three days. You were laying on the bed that we’d just moved into my too small, too messy room. It took up so much space, that bed. I had been thinking about how embarrassed I was to have you see my room like that, clothes everywhere, books and papers on the desk. You were looking tired and we both flopped down on those new sheets, and you weren't even looking at me. Your face was turned away, hands linked behind your head, just talking to me about something or other, your voice low and deep. It was right then that I realized it-- If I ever did anything to fuck this up I would regret it the rest of my entire unforg

Acorns and spiders by technicolormemoirs, literature

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Acorns and spiders

I don’t know what I want. Besides your body. Besides Your heart. We keep getting dangerously close to One thing or the other and I Am so scared I’m shaking but At the same time I’m Not. At the same time I’m so sure. My heart in my hand and It wants to reach out to you, But my fingers curl more tightly and I stop myself. Not yet, not Now. I know what I want. Shhh. I’ll give you a hint: It’s you

Homewrecker by technicolormemoirs, literature

Possibilities by technicolormemoirs, literature

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Possibilities

I just want to write about you. Studied and careful, every word deliberately dropped, like your hand on my knee. (It's too early to be writing poems but why not? I like jumping the gun.) Warm sunshine on faces and your arms around my body, my head fitting just under your chin. You are possibility. You are the taste of warm tongue, the pounding music, the scent of boy and sex- my body shaking as I wind down, your fingers lingering just a little on my skin. And then we're just friends, simply talking and laughing and there's somehow a space and I'm crossing it, slowly. Knowing you little bits at a time, like slices of clementine, like s

The Apple by technicolormemoirs, literature

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The Apple

I don't love you, darling. Night after night, my body warm against yours, my hair slip sliding around us like a veil. Your fingers firm against my skin. Forbidden fruit, bruises and pleasure, the Adam to my Eve and I realize that I'm naked. And I tell you everything, watching the words fall from my lips like a stream, like a waterfall. And you catch them, letting the vowels and the consonants slide through your fingers, binding up tight the meanings. "You're a strong woman." But around you, I feel weak. And the others chase me and I roll my eyes and maybe sleep with them anyway, when it's just you I want lying next to me (but I didn't

All the boys I've ever loved by technicolormemoirs, literature

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All the boys I've ever loved

I. Seventeen Raggedy holes in jeans, makeup on a bright yellow shirt. Mud on your truck and your country boy hat and a ring, from your mama. Your goodbye was the hardest. First loves always are. II. Eighteen Black hair, long legs. Feet in too big shoes, bought on purpose. It was a look. Midnight walks through our small town, the air freezing against faces, just to get gas station coffee. Our hands made sparks fly between them, despite the cold. Senior prom and naivete, a text to break it off. We'll be together forever except not, not really. III. Nineteen Shy and dangerous, your hands big against mine, swallowing me whole. Yellow car, s

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The Night is Dark and Full of Terrors by technicolormemoirs, literature

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Salvation. by technicolormemoirs, literature

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Salvation.

Four am by technicolormemoirs, literature

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Four am

L'amour by technicolormemoirs, literature

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L'amour

Keeping Time by technicolormemoirs, literature

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Keeping Time

Acorns and spiders by technicolormemoirs, literature

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Acorns and spiders

Homewrecker by technicolormemoirs, literature

Possibilities by technicolormemoirs, literature

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Possibilities

The Apple by technicolormemoirs, literature

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The Apple

All the boys I've ever loved by technicolormemoirs, literature

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All the boys I've ever loved

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an hour after losing by MisfitableGrae, literature

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an hour after losing

when i walk into the bathroom, with dawn breaking her fingers to squeeze her hands through the windows at the end of the hall, i am surprised to see a girl at the corner sink. i expected to be alone to wipe at my face, to press gentle fingers against the tender skin of my neck, to pull up my shirt and check the visibility of my ribs and the flutter of my heart, to stare at my eyes in the shitty mirror in the shitty lighting and calculate all the little changes that a boy’s hands can wreak on a body in under an hour. but she is there at the corner sink, scrubbing at her red and irritated cheeks like she is lady macbeth trying to eras

. by lupus-astra, literature

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i. to be perfectly honest, i've got a rabbit's heart. you know, the kind that freezes the moment it senses danger. kind of like a january midnight where all is still and the only thing you can taste is the rawness of your uncovered fingers. and it aches and aches until your fists refuse to loosen, before finally it stops beating and you're slowly dying inside of yourself. ii. once upon a time i fancied myself a she-wolf. ivory fangs that bit down on desperation, silver eyes that could see through hell itself, and a blackness nestled peacefully inside my chest, sleeping all day and waking only when the full moon rose. but i have learn

A Reminder~ by VioletRogue, literature

He Doesn't by VioletRogue, literature

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He Doesn't

He Doesn't Love You. He only Loves The idea Of you. He Doesn't Treasure You. Not the Person You truly Are. Only your body. He doesn't Care What You say. Only What You Wear. He doesn't Pay attention To what matters To you. Only to what has value to him. To him, You are Just like, Everyone else. Don't You Even Think Of selling Your marvelous self Short.

I am the daughter of a sailor. by DearPoetry, literature

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I am the daughter of a sailor.

There is pure sea water rushing through my veins & my vocabulary can be just as colorful. But, how do I begin to tell you we all have jungles growing & growling in our chests?- Wild, fierce, untouchable by human hands? Sometimes, I like to pretend it’s Draco residing in this chest of mine- his smoke clogging my lungs, choking & suffocating me. I have forgotten how to write poetry- or anything with a shred of feeling. I have no space left within myself for celestial, fire breathing dragons- because I realize now when I look in the mirror, I do not see my father.

About technicolormemoirs

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Artist // Student // Literature

Jan 27
United States
Deviant for 12 years
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Alyssa Joy.

I'm 22 and alive. I love writing but I always wish I was better at putting myself into words. I'm a full-time student and part time manager at a pizza place that makes me hate my life. Born and raised in Colorado, and striking out on my own in August (CU-Boulder here I come!) after way too many years at home. I want to be a humanitarian. I want my life to mean something. I want to talk to God and have him answer back. I want a lot of things. Don't we all?
When I remember, I take photos with an old hand-me-down film camera. Otherwise I take photos on my iPhone because I'm one of those millennial hipsters. Follow me on instagram: lyssajoy_7 or on tumblr: technicolormemoirs.tumblr.com.

Disclaimer: I call people dude.

Favourite Visual Artist

Johannes Vermeer, Claude Monet, Vincent van Gogh, Georgia O Keeffe

Favourite Movies

Waking Ned Devine, V for Vendetta, Tangled, Moulin Rouge, Memoirs of a Geisha, Aladdin, Roman Holiday, Sabrina, Scott Pilgrim vs The World

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Muse, All American Rejects, Death Cab for Cutie, The Almost, Flyleaf, Civil Wars, The Avett Brothers

Favourite Books

This Lullaby, Just Listen, The Truth About Forever, Sevenwaters Series, The Wheel of Time series, Spindle's End, Beauty, The Narnia Series, Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, War and Peace, Hamlet, Sherlock Holmes

Favourite Writers

Sarah Dessen, Robin McKinley, Juliet Marillier, C.S Lewis, J.R.R Tolkien, Silvia Plath, Maya Angelou, Margaret Atwood, Robert Frost

Tools of the Trade

laptop, pen, paper, Minolta Maxxum QTsi

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many

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technicolormemoirs

Sep 16, 2014

new pictures!

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I finally developed two rolls of film! The best of the first roll is already up, pictures from Fairmount Cemetery in Denver CO and Graffiti Falls in Manitou Springs, CO. Later today I'll put up pictures from the Nan Desu Kan Comic con I went to this weekend. :D

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technicolormemoirs

Aug 7, 2014

it's time to write another journal entry!

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It's been a while, guys. I know nobody visits this corner of the universe much anymore, and that's all right. I haven't been writing as much as I should. I realized my last journal entry was months and months ago, and it was kinda... depressing. So I'm somewhat inanely writing a new one, just to brighten up the mood on this page a bit. Damn, I need to write some happy poems, for once. Haha. You would seriously never know it from reading these writings I have up, but I am quite the happy, cheerful person in real life. I promise I'm not lying. I like to laugh way more than I probably should... and it's always at stupid humor, too. Wanna hear o

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Nov 17, 2013

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you ever just wanna write things because you've got so much potential and emotion and things inside and then you just can't? *sigh to the end of the universe*

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Loveislightblue

Dec 10, 2014

Thank you very much for the favourites and sorry I'm late again! Hope you're doing well.

Loveislightblue

Feb 12, 2014

So sorry that I am late! Thank you so very much for the favourite!

I hope you have a fantastic day.

How are you lovely?

ayhantomak

Dec 1, 2013

thanks for the fav...

Loveislightblue

Nov 26, 2013

Hey, so sorry I'm late!

I've really been super swamped.

Thank you so much for the favourites!

I hope you have a lovely day.

VanadiumTaintedBeryl

Oct 22, 2013

Hey there, thanks so much for the somewhat recent attention, I really appreciate it! I hope you are well, and have a great day!

thank you!

Sorry to bother you but could you give me a little help with an art contest at my university? If you could follow the link and hit the orange button saying vote or 'het hier' (may come up in dutch) I'd really appreciate it. I have two seperate entries so if you could vote for both that would be great:
entry 1: www.facultystars.be/en/deelnem… (my literature entry)
entry 2: www.facultystars.be/en/deelnem… (my manga entry)

It may ask you to share on fb but you can hit cancel and the vote will still count. Thanks! If you ever need anything similar with your poetry or writing just let me know and I'll return the favour! :) (Smile)