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empty without your
familiar ground, and exhausted from
standing so far away, my beautiful
home. muffled are the moonlit
cries of wolves as my harsh
yearning does nothing
but snow inches upon
inches and ice-over all
the hurt i had held so
tightly against me,
stumbling through the
present. i want to turn
and wander back to you,
oh homeland, oh frozen one.
how i miss your cold embrace.
I've Changed (poem)I've Changed
i change the color of my eyes
for my world looks so askew.
maybe i'll feel better if i'm
violet, red, or blue.
i change the color of my skin
to blinding ivory: snow.
every winter clings to me
and i want everyone to know.
i change the color of this room
to kill the normal: insincere.
if everything is fake,
i have nothing left to fear.
A Question of WorthA Question of Worth
i'm begging myself to give up.
i'm begging you to pretend.
the wash of days, the pain of
your eyes, is poisonous.
i am furious. i want to loathe you.
i am heartbroken. i only want love.
the burden of these emotions
seems to be rotting me away.
i wish i could have saved myself.
i wish i would have ignored it:
the cascading volume of your
voice: like a stereo in my memory.
i've been running in place, my love,
and you've begun to resemble a curse
rather than a sweet opportunity.
please, someone end this hurt.
hatred begins to plague me.
if i can't love you, anger will help
to cleanse your rubble from my heart.
you're not worth it. you're not worth it.
Happy RebirthdayHappy Rebirthday
you said no.
i finally stood up
from the shadows,
and you said no.
we were on the eve
of a glorious morn.
now our morning
is my mourning.
my hands shook
and my gaze averted
from the deep pools
of your sacred eyes.
and as you made
no move to stop,
i followed you to the
door. it closed on me.
the answers aren't real.
you haven't given me all
of what i wanted yet.
i demand a better ending.
i am so tired of the drag
and drop of the sun
through the days i wait
for you to come around.
oh yeah. oh yeah."
fade. a new song begins.
Classics of the UnrequitedClassics of the Unrequited
unreachable one of my tortured heart,
don't mock me with your glances.
when our eyes meet, there is only less
hope in my head left for us.
i've come to see that behind my planning,
behind the "maybe" and the "tomorrow",
i am deathly afraid of you. so please,
come to me only with affection.
this is my second winter of hunting.
you are gorgeous, my prey. you are wild.
and through the ivory, clouded winds,
my hands tremble only to hold you.
it's too cliché, isn't it? perfect in flaw.
you're the football player with your pack
of ravenous little minions: friends,
and i am alone.
and so i wait. and i watch. and i wait.
the days filter through the hallway windows
and rest their heads on the pains panes.
my cold, dry patience fades to hopelessness.
deep beneath it all, i know it won't end well.
i know you're going to tear my heart
and leave me forever unrequited.
i know that one day i will despise you.
do you even care?
why is it t
Persistence: The Ache of OptimismPersistence: The Ache of Optimism
inside the sanctuary of optimism,
our galaxies clashed in crowded hallways.
i spoke, and you looked away, ignorant.
i tasted the sweetness of simplicity
in our out-of-body conversations
and i can't help but want to hunt you.
your coyotes cackle and bark,
their mouths dry: their heads brainless.
the laughing can't stop me. it can't stop me.
sometimes i wonder if i've got you
in the lovely trap of my glances, my smiles,
but the tide just keeps turning: shifting with the wind.
i overcame my fears! i vanquished the
little voice within that stopped me from pushing,
fighting forward to your voice.
oh, the cascade of sand.
like an hourglass. like wind-whipped deserts.
the sound of your replies is like candy.
i am in love with the chase. i need to
hang on. i just need to cling a little longer.
"i just wanted you to hear me say it."
so tell me, quickly before the final bells sound,
do you love me too? can you love me back?
my powerlessness stings
like the winter air
that still plagues my worn heart.
the past is like a wound,
throbbing and burning.
sometimes i wish i could have
gone deaf for just one moment...
i begged for the future to take me
to a place where scars
melted into smiles and happy eyes,
but the snow shows me no mercy.
my monologues won't save me,
especially when no one will listen.
my poems can't deliver me
to the heaven in your arms.
you ARE my happiness.
sometimes i wish i could just
tie you down and make you hear
my words as they reveal my frustration.
more than anything, i want to catch you
in my net, in my trap, in my gaze
and place a kiss upon your ethereal lips.
i want the fireworks of our firsts to light the way.
i could look at you
for the rest of my life
and never want to stop.
an endless world is painted
like softness over invincibility
in the irises of your bright eyes.
i stood for a thousand years
inside shadows of fallen leaves loves:
reread their pages until erosion took the words.
i could trace my hand
over the curve of your jawline
for as long as my muscles would let me.
you, so (dare i say it?) perfect, emerged
from beneath the bitterness, the ignorance,
i held so dearly: like a jewel, like a stone.
all the hurt that had laced my iron cage
evaporated, and the hate i bore simmered
into calmness, simplicity, and a new best friend.
i could lie in your arms
for a million star-dressed nights
and never tire of your embrace.
and though my mind can deceive me,
i like to think that you're gong to be
the "one", the "actual", the "realistic and perpetual".
i could love you forever.
the fire that sparks between us
could burn, high and strong, for eterni
Dark TonesDark Tones
grey of winter.
her soul coughs out
the poisons that simmer
within the rising white banks.
ever-growing is the thought
that something is beginning here.
these hallways smell of life:
a calm drowse laced with noise.
the windows are fogged
with my breath. i'm standing here
so still, my eyes searching: wild.
connection! i need a connection!
i hunt for silly, stupid things.
things i know will not satisfy me
things that can't satisfy the hunger.
i yearn for simple glances smiles?
dark tones, low music, they hum
like brown, dry leaves on the wind.
the winter to begin the trend, the cycle
starts with the reverberations of your voice.
Cold Hands, Warm HeartYou spent the day telling me
That I'm hot when I'm cold,
That I look pretty with my hair wet,
That I'm fast in water,
That I'm your little fishy,
As I sped through the river's current.
You cuddled me, hugged me,
I'm finally sure you love me,
And yet I manage to push you away.
You know my hands are freezing cold,
Did I warn you that my heart's the same?
Cold hands, warm heart, I've been told,
I guess for me, it's not the same.
I didn't believe in angels until I met you,
I know you're one.
But not the kind with wings or halos.
Your aura is woven with beams from the sun,
Yet I'm a dark creature, dwelling in shadows.
I'm sorry I got mad at you for a stupid little thing,
And I know my words sting.
I know my hands are freezing, and my heart's the same.
But I love you with a passion, and in my heart is a flame.
you tasted like mintI remember the way you stared into my eyes
in the front seat of your car.
Our favorite song was playing on the radio
and you were driving me home in the rain
because I didn't have anyone else who could give me a ride.
You parked your car in my drive way
and we watched the rain drops race down the windshield.
You had kissed me goodbye before I got out
and I waved as you drove away.
And for a while, it seemed like I couldn't get the taste
of your minty lips out of my mouth.
Sorry Only Says So MuchThere is a particular tension in the halls of a high school.
The eyes of two young souls meet-
Two lost souls.
One was broken beyond repair, with scars that would make the eyes of the strongest man drool.
One was the one who made that feet.
Two rotten souls.
When they see each other,
They both- at the very least the culprit-one- contort their chests.
They avert there eyes and their hearts drop.
It's like they want to cry from the pain,
But also from the joy of the past all over again.
Now the evil one,
The one who gave the other so much pain,
Stays up at night, torturing herself,
Clinging to torn pictures and rotten petals,
Listening to old songs and reading through old messages,
Regretting the past.
She knows she can't change what she's done.
She knows there won't be a reset this time.
It's just the most painful thought in her mind.
She wonders if the other ever thinks the same.
She wonders if the other ever utters her name.
There isn't much else she can do now to begin a friendship,
SempiternalShe says that
love is like a rose bush,
once you're caught
in its embrace
there is no escaping
for if you try to escape,
the thorns will catch you and
only hurt you more.
She says she will never try to escape from their rose bush.
He makes his vows with another.
The cake is set, the moon is lit,
They found her in a rose bush,
blood flowing out like a river.
Drowned in his love, forevermore.
jawlinesher name was Jules-short-for-Julianne and she tasted of the grape gum that comes in packs of eight, the kind tucked away on the shelf at the Grocery & Gifts on 21st and Hawthorne,
and I didn’t know I was supposed to close my eyes.
she traced my spine with her teeth (I figure now she was trying to crack it open, let my marrow spill over her lips)
the stars leaning in when we kissed looked like rice, honest, not wishes or dreams or satellites,
two girls collided on a sidewalk, boots drenched in gasoline puddles that glistened scarlet aquamarine gold, trying to find something with their tongues
but we fooled nobody.
Ever Contemplating I have so many options,
but at the same time,
I have none.
As much as I wanna leave,
I think I might have to stay
right where I am.
someday it will happen:
we'll be on our own
you just have to wait.
I have to finish some things
before we can start:
before we can disappear
and live in our little shack
by the beach in paradise
with just enough to get by.
Playing music on the street
to get something to eat;
just to stay alive.
Although the melodies
keep our hearts beating
and the breaths we take going.
Screaming out our lungs
trying to bring back grunge,
with all our clothes
covered in studs.
Kaoru x Chubby reader: You're not fat.
You were hanging with at the Hitachiin mansion with the rest of the Host club members on a Friday night hanging out after a very long day at school.You were bullied at school but for a peculiar reason.You were a bit chubby.You weren't skinny,but you weren't fat either.Although,you do feel fat most of the time.Most girls at the school were- wait let me rephrase that,EVERY girl at the school was skinny except for you.You had trouble losing weight in the past.You had a strict diet and excercised daily.It was a very slow process but the pounds were skimming off....just not fast enough.Because of being chubby and being self consious you didn't have much friends.However,Kaoru Hitchiin was the first person to become your friend when you came to Ouran.You met the host club after that and became great friends.Haruhi and Kouya are the only ones who knew that you're being bullied by your weight but neither you or them really mentioned it much.You smiled lightl
send me letters instead of text messagesi.
hold me close to your heart;
make me laugh when i'm upset
and protect me when i feel scared.
make me feel like i'm
important to you.
send me letters in the mail
that contain poems that you wrote just for me
and tell me about how you go to
the bookstore every other weekend, hoping that
you can find something for me to read.
tell me about how you want to
go to college after we graduate
and study chemistry like you said you would,
and rant about how much you love science
even if i'm not interested in science,
because i love that you're so passionate about something
and i just love listening to your voice
when you're happy.
One of These DaysOne of these days
I’m going to walk up to you
And know exactly what to say.
The things is though,
You take my breath away
And I’m not good at conversation anyway.
One of these days
I’m going to walk up to you
And tell you exactly how I feel.
I’ll walk up to you
And have my words make you feel loved
Just like you do for me.
One of these days
I’m going to tell you
How happy you’ve made me
And what a difference you’ve made in my life
If only I could speak in poetry
Then I might be able to communicate better.
But I can’t
So I’ll just have to find a way to keep my words
When they aren’t on paper.
But I will
I’ll tell you
I’ll find a way to talk to you
One of these days.
Birds To ButterfliesBirds To Butterflies
people tell me you're not worth my time
they say you're not worth my waiting
not worth my suffering and my heavy pain
it's okay, though, because i believe in you
people tell me to get on my way now
they try to pull me with leafy green hands
but all i can feel is your skin's texture
all i see is an infinite kaleidoscope of you
people tell me of how you'll never return
they try to torch my flesh with such ideas
my skin burns with only one thing now
and that's the sweat you bring to my palms
people tell me that your heart is made up
they don't know that, love; only you do
i've seen such tables turn over in the fire
and i'll wait here until the forests grow back
people tell me you've gone far away
they say you left, but i know that they're wrong
for i saw you here before me just seconds ago
when our eyes met and birds turned into butterflies
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