December 2012
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reminder that i moved my blog to shelives-on-love-street
hey guys
i moved my poetry blog to shelives-on-love-street (new account) and i’ll be posting there from now on
November 2012
14 posts
wow lol i lost 4 followers on this blog
i’m still keeping it anyway but i’m too busy and lazy to update
okay
i’m not gonna delete this blog
i’m going to keep it for my poetry and notes and stuff
but i don’t think i’ll post much, maybe occasionally
i already do that anyway though
but i don’t know, i kind of want to leave this site alltogether.
anyway, i’m going to start writing differently again and then maybe i won’t be so frustrated when all that comes out is shit.
i know i don’t have many readers, i’m just kinda saying this to myself.
i just need to be more open, raw, honest, and real with my poetry and stop trying to force something, stop trying to write like other people, stop writing to please people and only write for myself. no more bullshit, no more fakeness (is that a word?). it might mean shutting down this blog, i don’t know. i just wanna write the way i used to. god knows how much paper i’ve wasted lately...
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speak
and taste the saltiness
of your words,
rolling off your tounge
but they aren’t your own
kiss her
and taste the sweetness
of the honey on her lips
but it doesn’t belong to her
listen carefully
to the sounds your body makes
when you’re sleeping
to your blood flowing
it’s the only part of you
that’s real
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purple migraine dizziness
visions bursting
tapping at my skull
oh majesty
oh royalty
i’m the color of bruises
i’d kill you
if it just meant i could
have relief
velvet mountain sky
silent sisters
damned lovers
crescents in her eyes
i followed her
up the stairs
early morning
dancing
liveliness
she’s an illusion
emerging from hallucinations
you must get help...
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she’s getting closer now
breath smelling of whiskey
i can see scars on her ageless face
“do you want to kiss me?”
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don’t forget what i told you
when you were on your last bit of rope
i’ll use these scarred feet to carry you
anywhere you want me to
every cut you make, i’ll heal
every tear you shed, i’ll feel
miles and mountains can separate
but they will never take you away
from me. the edge of the sky
is waiting for us, i’ll carry you home
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surrounded by visions and crystal
keep them in your head
amethyst eyes and a diamond bed
this night will not be forgotten
she runs away, she cannot stay
sleeplessly wondering why
the flowers sway
if i could make her realize
there is so little time
to tell her i love her
i am not a rose
i am the thorns
i am not railroad tracks
i am the train
i am not rain
i am the...
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wishes are burns on skin
one for every candle blown out
and this time, there are fourteen
broken dishes scar the floor
one for every fake friend
and there are twenty one
flowers dead in a vase
one for each year wasted
she counted twenty-nine
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open your stained glass window eyes
i look through your double mirrored soul
i am the part of your dreams that is forgotten
and comes back to you suddenly
how vulnerable we are in the cold
we don’t see the same stars anymore,
the clouds hide them away
and we don’t live under the same sun,
i am night and you are day.
my frostbitten hands grasp for something
to pull them close...
i’m back home and i’ll be back to writing soon
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the sun is warm
but the wind is blowing cold
accent my hair with moonlight
and bring me through the rain again
I was caught in a shadow
that grabbed my ankles
and smiled at my grief
the way I cry in the mornings
the way I feel the wind wrap around my shoulders
like a shawl,
and the water
swallows me whole
I am not bigger than this town
I am not walking in a dream
but if I asked...
October 2012
14 posts
i’m at disney world so i’m not able to write or post much, please be patient
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if the sun
can scorch my skin
from 93 million miles
away,
maybe then
you and I aren’t
so far apart.
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i don’t want to be comfortable
i don’t want to miss things anymore
i want to be cold
cold enough to know warmth
loved enough to know loneliness
it’ll be harder if you stay longer
but easier if you don’t go at all
i could taste ice on the edge
of my frozen tounge
and missed the candles that
melted the ice off my coat
but i don’t miss smiles and laughter
i...
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some people
are like books.
their spines
are easily
broken.
yeah i’m going to take a break from this blog (not from writing) for a little while
please don’t unfollow
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velvet skies drape
over a sleeping world
veiling it from harm
she gloves her hands
leaving no fingerprints
in the dust
it’s only fool’s gold
if i knew where
she was, i wouldn’t
be here
chewing on the
same piece of gum
over and over
it lost its flavor
long ago
and i wouldn’t be
stuttering from the cold
(she stole my coat)
so i’m looking
for her...
i worry too much about being a writer and forget about writing
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she is not someone
easy to forget, but
not to remember,
either. I can taste
her smile anywhere,
because it’s become
a part of mine and I
guess everything I love has
become a part of me,
these old books,
my record collection
my cat who covers my clothes
in her fur (I’ll wash them
tomorrow).
I don’t know where I’m going
with this poem, but I guess
it’s...
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I don’t miss the tingling numbness I get in my fingers, nor the fire in my mouth. I don’t miss blisters I get when I grip a pencil too tightly, because these words need to bleed out of my fingers. Teeth can tear flesh from bone, and bone from flesh, and make a hissing noise when it touches the tounge’s breath. I was not a person who loved to speak, always letting my eyes do the...
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scarf-wrapped necks in fall
make it tempting and easy
to strangle someone
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she sprays perfume on her wrists
and the smell of his neck still lingers in her hair
they walked through dustings of
bruised leaves, afraid of
bruised love and empty cups
I’ll save a tear in the corner
of my eye for you, I’ll wait
all through the meager winter
And I hope I became enough
for you to miss
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When I saw
the color of my first scar
I knew what had gotten
under my skin
and I needed to bleed
to let it flow out.
Now I realize
that I need to breathe, too.
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he’s 6 and she’s 5 and they’re wondering why everything changes in the fall,
even the color of mothers’ eyes when they kiss their children goodbye in the morning.
a glimpse of guilt passes between glances,
for mothers know that all the fairytales are lies
and in winter, everything dies.
he’s 13 and wondering why all the pretty things change and where all of them...
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i leave a trail behind me,
hoping that you’d pick up
and start to follow.
September 2012
11 posts
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was it love
was it madness
was it something you couldn’t hide
was she a thorn in your side
I feel the tender nights,
and autumn is new.
all the poets lock themselves
in their rooms,
and so do I
because my sea glass eyes
have seen too many trials
and it’s too cold
for frozen gold
I need warm hands
to write tonight.
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you wore the ocean as a dress
with seaweed in your hair
afraid to swim but not to sink
to talk but not to swear.
I wore the mountains as a crown
my kingdom I must sell.
you wore the ocean as a dress
and my dear, you wore it well.
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she lives in the place
where summer’s last traces
are washed away,
and spirits leave
to become a part of something else, or perhaps
they stop being a part
of anything.
her hands have become
rough, and fingers longer,
she is collecting kisses
wrapped in whispers
wrapped in velvet,
and she’s chained to something invisible.
aging but still graceful.
it was a competition...
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weary shades of hazy, wet mornings stain the sidewalks, the ghosts of passers-by carrying umbrellas and catching buses flash before a woman’s tired california eyes. with dreams stuffed in pockets with too many holes, a thief could steal their empty wallets and they wouldn’t care at all. arms stretch and try to hug the city skyline because fog is limiting the vision of pilots and she just wants to...
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I found you somewhere
among clouds,
broken glass sticking
out of the mist,
beyond a sky where
angels walked on
airplane wings and
children fight over
window seats, before
the smoke of a brand
new life
wrestled innocence
from the tight grip
of a child
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rag doll
her stuffing leaks
from broken seams
and her hair is
frayed string.
button eyes,
now don’t you cry,
a pencil drawn mouth,
she can’t shout.
she’s all the boys’ toy
but belongs to the girls
who dress her in rags
and cut off her curls.
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all I have is a blank page
an eraser marked memory.
I have started over, I am
leaving you behind, you are
all that is left of me.
you said,
“don’t hurt yourself,”
wielding a tounge sharper
than any knife.
like a dream I don’t remember
the beginning - of september
I only find myself in the middle
and I’m not sure where it ends.
moko-jono-deactivated20121107 asked: i dig your poetry it's great but i'm following far to many blogs right now and i need to clean things up sorry i'll most likely follow again in the future
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it’s odd to look back at my old writings and see how much it’s changed since then.
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undertelevisionskies:
in your ribcage,
you will find a
trapped bird,
waiting for you
to open your mouth
so she may sing
from your lungs,
notes soaring from
your lips.
she will break
free, and fly south
during winter, but
her song always remains
resting in your heart.
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Sunday evening
undertelevisionskies:
“So…
what have you been up to
for the past
4 months?”
“Oh, nothing.”
(missing you.)
August 2012
18 posts
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I felt you today
in many ways
as if you became
a part of my sins
and wrapped your arms
around my shoulders.
I will know you
in time.
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It’s how stale my coffee tastes
when I stare at an early-afternoon storm
it’s how I use friction
to keep my fingers warm
it’s how I feel haunted
like my feelings aren’t my own
and how I hear a ringing
but no one’s on the phone
that’s how I know that
I am alone
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autumn brushed past summer and I can’t remember the popsicle drip on my fingers and on my lips
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spike my drink,
close the roads,
cut your sympathy,
cut the ropes,
grab my wrists,
call me bitch,
they’ll tell me
I deserved it,
they’ll say I
should have been
more careful,
I was asking for it
but you didn’t
ask at all.
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I am waiting for you.
august waits
for september,
the softest kiss
brushed across
her lips by the wind.
as I wait for you,
it is painfully quiet
and I’m suddenly aware
of how cold it becomes
with loneliness filling the air.
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close your eyes
you’ll hear a voice
there’s no need to be blind.
I made a choice
I chose to stay silent
and that choice was mine
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Your smile
was brighter yesterday.
I guess I threw in a,
“How are you?”
I don’t know.
My head hurts
and it’s nearly
time to go.
But first,
I would like to say
hello.
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remember the time you called for me
and I did not come running back
you tugged the rope
tied to my foot
and it snapped
remember you had enough to love me
but not enough to keep me
locked up inside your mind,
your little secret
I cannot count how many times
you had me in your hands
and failed to make me yours
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I carry my heavy feet,
they do not dance
or leap. I hold
a secret in my eyes,
they do not laugh
or cry. I am dragging
on the ground, my
shadow standing
taller and stronger than
this weak soul of mine,
I am but a shadow
and bones.
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I want to live in the creases of your palm, and the laugh lines under your eyes, where countless tears gathered before cascading down to your cheek.
I’ll let every color of your eyes paint me, if you allow me to turn everything you said into poetry.
Let me stop to catch my breath, and catch me if you can. I want to keep you my little secret, hold me and hold your laughter so no one finds...
