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sea featherin the breaking of the morning we tore apart our ivory shells
our blood-red hearts are saturated in spume & sea spells
with the ache from the brine gathering around you
your ankles slippery, your mouth
moving liquid through
mine
i had never seen a more beautiful shoreline

gunmetal breaths
on shivering, silver shores

you were ebbing to my flowing
you were coming; i was going

i wrote in the sand that i was yours

on the coast i could feel
salt on my tongue - dew from the
ocean in my lungs
& i was your pearl
latched from the inside to keep everyone out
speaking in rhymes, & cotton tides

this is when you pull my body fro

haikui was running from
the sea. now, i want it to
crash all over me

willow-sighswhen i was little my hair was to my waist

i wore sun dresses with little buttons, & tiny printed flowers

i breathed everything in slowly, i moved like a doe

into the to & fro of

autumn, winter;

spring centered my

nymph-eyes & willow-sighs

i touched tiny pebbles & the bark on trees

played by lakes & grabbed at the sea

& they tell me it's all history, but i can't bear to

breathe that statement - i can't let them ensnare

who i am. i saw it all, & it's there - still restless

like the earth moving the sand

they tell me to get over it, but i can't

i'm in love with my childhood like a long-lost lover

one cries themselves to sleep over

i need to be with someone as sad as mei need to be with someone as sad as me

inertia ridden

soliloquies

of imperfection

i need someone who will drink coffee at eleven am

on their dirty porch, & doesn't give a damn

thumbs bukowski lyrics through his skin

i need someone as sub-human as me

i need someone who dreams about dying, &

writes poems in upper-case letters

i need someone who is so human they're afraid of lying

i need someone who is chock full of morals passed down by

their mothers. someone clinging unto their sunday school shoes,

& singing the blues in the shower

someone who drives by a field of flowers; pulls over

snaps a photo they'll never

'see the same mo

imaginaryoh darling, we will never be the same. in seven months i lost my jar of butterflies & glitter dust. now, i am rinsed in acid rain. in the wild i wore my antlered frame with pride beside the minnow lakes; i forced my legs to run with the wolves, but god, did i miscalculate.
we are never coming back, so let's put our formers to rest. i unveiled my baby flesh with liquor & sex sweat. i hear someone sing to me, & fall to me knees. beeswax & honey lifting me through the trees. my skin will never taste like saltwater. you'll never press your ear to me & hear the sea. i was your enigma, & you were my favorite mystery. but we are never returning, so

woods and coffeelimb-like

your

hazel spine broken in bits

with the fern & the twigs

take two aspirins

six strings

synapses & wings

ease into summer, starling

raised up in the winter, darling

curled up on the couch

with the coffee making ripples

in your eyes & stealing

looks from a ghost in

the upstairs

murmurs from the ailurophile

laughing to the sound of you

waking to the full moon

plea to the skinny boy

in the southern room

the autumn left in the leaves

still tangled in his hair

i must have seen you there

still was the storm

in the black-haired girl's stomach

she rose up from the dark of his

arms & found herself sprinkled with

dan

wordless birdthere was a boy

with bird bones

he never spoke

he stared at me until

i fell in love with him

woke

up with him

he listened to me until

i ran away from him

he was a little bird who

never said a word

medicinegrowing older is a big word for medicating my youth

because i was once wild-eyed

i was once foot-loose

i was once alive with gaps between each tooth

i was once sea dust & cusps of mountains

i was once drinking pennies from fountains

i was alive alive

i was alive

i was alive

i was

& my fingers are dropping

my skin is growing pale

pushing around a child until painfully thin

it's just medicine

each year is just medicine

echoing altitudesyou are made of gold
sit back, relax
words are like flowers for you
(unravel; unfold)

you sift in & out
through your beautiful hours
with wisps of honey brown strands,
& lime, snowflake eyes
a beaded & feathered crown,
an iris tucked behind your ear

believer, you are what i fear
& what i admire
i could say i am not cowardly,
act a little insincere,
but i'd be a liar

you're a shadow in a black & white candid
a slender form against the shade
eyes open in the darkness
ran your heart through an autoclave
at least a dozen times, but you're still
dirt skin & twig bones

in words
you are unraveled; unfolded
a little ghost girl echoing
altitudes

star dwellerhow stained are my seasons

with forgotten intentions, i must have

loved you senseless

now i'm guarding my heart.

my ribs are a courtyard; you

cannot be shy, darling

you tell me, you're a

star

dweller

you fall into yourself

the space within you is beautiful & broken

i see it fully because it's what

made me feel help

less the first time i saw you

a word for your days growing old;

don't try to take control, little darling

i'm the youngest of souls

fox teethi've developed an interest of settling

into quietness & slow-motion

(his coffee rings

her finger-prints)

i am a water-splattered canvas now

jewel my skin

in periwinkle bruises - but

this is forever, i feel

my wings are snapped together - i steal

wood from the gardens & pine from the forest floor

i sleep in the morning

(my pockets are empty)

but, for once, i am not anxious

i am not depressive

i am not manic

you are there

from the beginning

your too-tough-to-be-loved bones are

brimming with fire & saltwater

& i know it's true

there is more than the world can say inside of you

& it's beautiful, twisting, burnin

a river don't stop to breathei still have this dream where i walk into your room
& we're seventeen, & your back is bare
when i find myself finding you there
i pull the curtains from your stained-glass eyes
you're waking up; touching my thighs
& things were so simpler then
when i didn't know where to touch
when i was afraid of your skin
when i wondered if you loved me just as much

sometimes i feel like i have too much of you in me
& it's funny how much of an impression you leave
it's easier to walk when i have perfected running
i don't want to talk when the winter's coming

i don't want to watch myself change
it scares me, baby
you have to believe me
i'm terrified of my

little don't to alone
i want be
just to my own

perthcatch your breath

in the skeletons of leaves

it varies - this land

these trees - it carries

the wind of my afterthoughts on the

mountain tops

i stole it from the cedars

they came to me when i was young

when dreaming was too keen of believing,

& forgetting was too fond of feeling.

i sent it off, & found it reeling

itself back in

i stood in the lakes

you stared at my quak

ing heart; tore apart your

self-made prison.

undone & dealing a thousand

sentiments on the tip of your tongue

i spilled wisdom

but saw my reflection

in the vapor, & this was when

i became older - & later on

told myself how to look beyond an hour

i've bee

for a boy with bird boneswoven fern around his wrists

he slept through the winter like a sparrow

woke up with the moon, & the sun

the same one

lying on his broken back

bitty arms, & eyes full of oak

i bit into you, & i choked

you were so sweet, you were so sweet

you were exactly like me

i opened your quiet mouth

left you in the dark

wished you luck

little one, you're still too close to call away

i can't have you tomorrow or today

the ashes on the porch grow, & the chill in the wind blows

my little darling, you're sane

you've always been.

you tried to carry me through fire to

save my pastel skin, but i

melted so easily; i blushed until i was

burnin

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by *hazeltown, Jan 8, 2013, 4:56:32 PM
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i'm going to write on paper. speak in a voice dripping liquid colors. your virtues, & your vices are not good enough for me i've put the sea behind me i'm going to throw you off my shoulders paint the mountains - i won't carry your memory with me you'll be nonexistent - the wind will kiss this little mouth of mine i'll run before you can ever hope to catch me

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~somethingsophie Jan 14, 2013

I adore this. "your virtues, & your vices are not / good enough for me" is especially melodic, but really, this whole composition is fantastic.

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~mycatlikestuna Jan 9, 2013 Student

I can relate to this very well.

I love it.

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~Flummoxative Jan 9, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Besides this being as lovely as usual, are you a Panic! At the Disco fan?

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*hazeltown Jan 9, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Haven't listened to them since I was a kid. Why do you ask?

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~Flummoxative Jan 11, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Oh I see. Nothing, the latest album they released, in 2011, is called Vices & Virtues.

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!englandrain Jan 9, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Virtues and Vices is one of Panic! at the Disco's albums.

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*hazeltown Jan 9, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I didn't know that!

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