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the riverbed
you settled down in the country with

poetry pouring down your chest

love me to death, love me endless. i

can hold your breath if that's what you need,

i'll be the voice that pleas

like it did two years ago

i shake like a leaf while you find relief

in bottles on stacks of shelves & books

you spell my name out in the sand, i feel you

everywhere i look. i can't say please, i don't

say sorry - i'm never sorry, i'm never pleased

i want to stay down on my knees, & let you

take my pain from me

sleepy whispering

in the knots of my hair, & the nooks of your room

i lost myself in the belly of june, & woke to

you

you,

you imagin

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

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

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

forever agoif you were mine

i would cling to the stardust & whisper "divine"

in your earlobes.

probe sand & skew water

for the inkling of a daughter in

your interwoven nest

of a chest

free in spirit

mind blown by the covers of

autumn leaves- free fingers cannot please

promises

i hold unto the thought of this

& if your eyes are wide & ever changing

let me emphasize them- darling

let me be your thoughts

rearranging

winter room
you set blazes to the mountains

they were not good enough for you

i cradled the summer moon in the

mason jars of my winter room

i love forever when i love

forever i love

on & on because if nothing is ever lasting i

will make the best of it

i leave droplets of dew on my shoulders

to see the reflections of you- i am

perfection, & the Earth is a desert

i stumble through the surface on

purpose- i'm trying to try.

steadfast & soft as moths wings

you sing to the sky

you can be as big as you want to be

you can stand tall, & i'll believe

we're not specks

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

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

haze rainshe is empty inside her bud

she blooms until the suds of the sea

gather around his skinny knees

she wants to hear the sum

of everything ring around her rosemary

country side

i'm a little alive inside

if anything else is right, can you

carry me through the world with you?

i'm not alright inside

i'm not bright enough to ignite you, i'm too weak to

fight you

i'm never alright.

you woke up in the middle of night

i watched the sun rise

you watched the stars align

i waited for the call

you waited through the fall

you were my antidote, you were my vital sign

be my somebody

i'm so lonely

be mine, little love

i'm not alright insi

.i am nothing but

empty space

the big room of my chest

painted white with

chairs scattered about

i wish i could fight

my way out

of myself

so there would be nothing

to face

swell. (collaboration)i.

a little birdie told me
that when the kiss of dusk
comes knocking, the night owls
come out to play -

i heard birds singing
mid-may, i thought you said
you'd come back to stay, but i
must be listening to star-dust
without sound;
i must be watching the sun
rise for us
in the wrong hemisphere

the thing is, it burned out
years ago;
light just takes
so long to move (on)

ii.

a little birdie told me you've been
staggering late
into everything, and

god, where did the time go?

the white rabbit took
two months from me
he bites my skin, & ebbs at my sea
i knew it by the way that he shook-
i saw it in the way he couldn't look
at me

(i must b

beari.

there is a bear in the forest. he breathes out ghosts, inhales the most
incredible brilliance - forgive me, i'm selfish about this one
i swear i didn't live before him. he's the loneliest soul,
i wrap my jeweled fingers around his bones because i'm alone within

his skin is pale as aspens
he looks alive in the autumn; grinds his teeth in the summer heat
'don't speak' he'll tell
me. he roams with wild eyes & broken bones, he's

the sweetest hell. he's a cavern in heaven. he's
more human than i'll ever be

his fur is made of afterthoughts & lulling birds
twin stars dangling high above his head
to mask a sound you'd give your life to he

Keepers of My Hearti.
you are in love with being in love
like you're caught on the train tracks,
tied down by want, waiting for that
insistent collision to
steal you away into the land
of concussions and self-medication
and hearts that barely heal

ii.
and stories confessing the notches
in your bedpost, the lines in
your smile. the sour note in your
liberally dissonant melody.

iii.
you did not want tangibility

cotton trees cascading and butterfly
innards, serenading clouds and
fluorescent lips
(until the sky came crashing down
and you reoriented the earth)

iv.
you did not want me

v.
I am solid and as notable as
the ghosts sleeping in y

shallow breath, aching bones.this feeling is too big for me.
too giant for my small frame to contain
and its spreading and spilling out and
over my insides and leaving me waking
up with bruises from dreams so real
they hurt.
this feeling is too much for me.
i can't carry it all, it leave part of it
dragging alongthe ground behind
me and i tend to forget its there
and i trip over it and fall to ground.
i decided to collect bruises
but i dont have to look to far
they tend to seek me out
and scatter themselves across my skin.

terminali.

we landed in oklahoma
and drank cheap martinis in the terminal;
you carried my guitar and fell in love
with my voice but not my tongue,
not my hands.

ii.

there's a man with a garage
that looks like a plane because nothing
meant more to him. will you make a model
of that bar? will you make a model
of my red cheeks? or will you live in a townhome
with her and three children?

iii.

the problem was you're not gay.
the problem was there was feeling
but it wasn't for us. i had you but
it wasn't for us.

iv.

i'm not sure if i resent you,
but i remember that bar and every pockmark
on the stool you sat on while i played
the song that parted yo

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making conversation

i'd much rather lie awake with the stars &

stay quiet to the sound of someone whispering

the coordinates of mars; commenting quietly on

which way the wind is blowing-

& without a hand to hold me, i am

capable of treading sharp streams

let the sand spill over me. i need to learn to

drink deep

& save myself.

i'll never let the world destroy me.

i'm barely visible, & i think it's rough to see

where i have been touched & pulled &

where i bleed. i'm alive- still, i'

jejune simultaneous convulsion

on outer banks we

carve our spirits like swift

drift

wood

i sank

down into irises heavy with eyelashes

watching the dashes across my arms fade

watching the moon take my heart like jejune

flowers & lay them down

to weep in

clay-like snow

i was alive when i remembered my life

& i was fast asleep without a soul to keep me from breathing

without hands to keep me from running

stomp out the sound waves of your last breath

i'm holding out for the storms

step by step

sun wheelthe sun rose like a wheel

spun the clouds all in circles

i woke up & heard the fickle

laughter of my years behind me

how am i supposed to tell someone how i feel

because i believe this is real &

i feel, i feel

again

i can feel again. my skin is light & alive again.

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& you will say, what is

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thrown in the air

at the sun- i'm

in the sun.

i can feel again.

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for a boy with bird bones

by *hazeltown, Jan 5, 2013, 3:39:45 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

woven 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 burning we were raised in the country, & our eyes lit up when we saw city lights. you were my other half; the root of my vines you were the calm in my restless ocean, & now i am drifting inside

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*Noxien Feb 4, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

for a girl like you,
I'd draw out the ocean blue and spin it around
to stew in inordinate lackluster that I call gold
to make the midnight dew

: ) because you're cute, and

I'd do it all as I best I do
for a girl like you ^_^

~sjan12345 Feb 2, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

*archelyxs Jan 31, 2013

Very pretty piece, delectable rhythm.
Makes me think of summer. A specific summer that I just realized isn't a part of me anymore, just memories of some things someone else did, and all the iced caramel lattes we had that summer.

*edge-of-psychosis Jan 14, 2013 Student Writer

_{Ohhh my god. This is fucking wonderful
Seriously. Your words are so delicate and paint such a beautiful picture.
The way your poem is written feels very frail, just like the memories you are describing.}