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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.
historically inaccurate documents-i-
you were perfect.
i could not look directly
at your flare, your lace,
i learned to love and blush
in that moment.
there are eight planets
and each one orbits
i am the first person to name
this cluster of stars
for the handful of freckles
on your arm
that it mirrors.
and i am also
you are the gleaming envy
of every viewer. you stand
bathed in worship-worthy
nervous ticks that only i
not a single other being
in our plane
is made of matter.
you alone are real
and we are the shatters
of the echoes
your breathing makes.
cusped quasars sync
portals swarming out of
sinusoidal orders. ornate
soils storing digitized loyalties
of lovers purring potently.
potential switched kinetic
all times are ours
and all dimensions follow
all rhymes involve
and all tensions swallow
we're all right
in all beds
with all words
like the length
of our lives,
we are withou
Bitlets 158She can’t decide to ask him
picking the petals of forget-me-nots:
he likes me,
he forgives me not.
PetalsI pull off a petal
"He loves me."
His smile is the galaxy I live and breathe in.
I pull off a petal.
And when he can't make time for me, that's okay.
He makes up for it in his kisses.
I pull off a petal.
The other girls don't matter
Because he comes home to me.
It hurts a little but I deal with it
Because he is the sun and the stars.
I pull off a petal.
He may ignore me sometimes
But deep down I know he cares.
I pull off a petal.
I'm hurting, but I need him.
He's the only one in my head.
He's the air in my lungs.
I pull off a petal.
"He loves me not."
In TuneI breathe in time with the rise and fall of your chest.
When our fingers lace, they hold tight for hours.
You don't just finish my sentences
I swear you read my mind.
We're a well oiled machine.
Like the ebb and flow of the sea.
We're becoming one body, one soul.
You and me.
We're meant to be.
Our UniverseHere we are in our mundane universe.
We stand underneath the night sky
And gaze up at the stars.
We are two small specks of dust
Attached to each other by tangled fingers.
My toes wiggle deeper into the sand
As I watch you splash around in the warm water.
Sometimes it's hard to believe there's a universe out there.
But we'll see it someday.
Together, hand in hand,
We will explore this huge galaxy.
We will make our own discoveries.
We will search for adventure
All the while we hold tightly to each other.
Because I see the universe in your eyes and your heart.
Because no matter how far we go
We'll still be two little dots
Lying on that beach
domain and range mean nothing before 10 amshe made worlds on tuesday mornings
not bothering to listen or take notes but instead
looking down onto the numbers and letters at her fingertips
and drawing the square roots and functions up in her mind
graphing virtual abstracts of you that
her unsteady hands lacked the deftness to create in her notebook.
she had tried a thousand times, though,
sharpening the pencil over and over
and adjusting this exponent and that denominator to get nearer to your curvature
in hopes of a more accurate depiction
in hopes of a smaller margin of error
but she ran out of lead faster than your face ran through her head
and erasers and echoed lines
are flimsy compensation for such an injustice to your irresponsible perfection.
so she forewent paper
instead latching tight onto the afterimage
which contained a calm, unstirred world
where the cream in her coffee spiraled into art and froze mid-oblivion
where the clicks of locks on doors meant
nothing more than solitude
with her thoughts
where your navy-and-
highschool heartsnew faces, old faces
faces we think we see
faces we wish we would never see again
laughs out loud
proclamation of feelings
sitting at the red table
coffee in hand
smiling so faintly
you joke so inappropriately
but not at that
how oblivious love is
how oblivious our lives are now
and pretty brown eyes
that glint in your eye when i blabber on
your pretty lips
i promised i'd stay on my studies
but i'd rather be studying chemistry
One nightOne night, I can be with you.
I don't have to look at the moon
anymore; hoping that you will be
looking too. The stars dance
around the moon like all those
other girls do, because they want
to be with you.
Envy begins to the poison that
sets into my veins; how any of
those girls could make you feel
like you've found the one but I'm
just going to be that girl that
sits on the side wishing that
you could love me.
You won't even know anything about
me but, I know so much about you,
my dear. The way that you smile the
definition of happiness, to the way
your voice plays a symphony that is
I begin to fall in love with you
all over again, like I did before.
Nothing could make me feel so safe
and warm in a cocoon except for you;
looking at me with those blue eyes
that are brighter then the ocean
itself making it jealous of you.
ForeverLooking into your eyes; your soul, I know
that one thing is for certain; forever.
I want to spend my life with you
forever and ever, even after we die and
gone to heaven I still want to be with you
forever because to have someone like you
in my life is all I ever wanted as a little
girl; you have completely made me the
most happiest person that I've ever been in
the longest time.
Your my soul mate that I don't want to ever
want to live without knowing that I've
found you. I want you to hold me in your
arms endlessly, never letting me go because
I feel so secure and toasty to have your arms
wrapped around my waist; having your lips
gently press on my cheek and slowly work your
way down to my lips all the way to my neck,
how sweet the kisses feel on my skin.
A blitz feeling starts to works it's way into
my veins. I put hands on your back feeling all
the muscles and bones that you have; how
muscular your back feels, it sends adrenaline
to my brain, I begin to kiss your lips softly.
Seventeen DollarsSeventeen Dollars
nervous, are you, love?
it's a fresh band-aid to my heart
now my broken wings can fly again
one, two; the seconds tick by
sweet connections spark a light
electricity shocks my emptiness
eyes are so full of life again
has that anger finally gone away?
i beg Time to heal every little wound
my old friend has resurfaced
so i let a shy smile dye my lips
it begs you to see my happiness
that fire burns again, so bright
its sound fills the silence now
i'm uplifted; suddenly so hopeful
yes, tonight i will dream of this
your eyes glowing without rage
safety again in the depths of hell
i'm fully aware of assuming the best
but i refuse to let go of the bliss
you pulled me up again; i'm alive
so reach out for me now, reach out!
drop the coins in waiting hands
feel something real behind that wall
now the wolf awaits her prey
the hunt continues; adrenalin pumps
every thought sinks me deeper in
fearing only how slow Time could pass
my memories keep
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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