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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
snow-birdprettiest bird in town

felt his feathers wain, & the rivers drown

baby doll, i'm loving you until

the sun & sky won't spin again - he's

beautiful in his snow-bird skin
colorizationi'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
little  don't    to    alone
i     want   be
 just     to    my own
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
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
oh. hi.why don't you spin around, little tree-heart

smile at the stars & scamper to northern grounds

love yourself like lamp lights licking lonesome

blades of grass creating fiery fields

i can hear your voice i can hear your voice i can hear

you now, i can hear you now, they're all gone
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
old songs for a first lovethe crow is screaming

& the fields are swaying

& i'm staying

here
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
prey.i'm a collection of curves in your cycle:
    a single revolution of your rhythm,
    my taste a mile marker.
my hunger is satisfied by your rapture,
and devoured by your voracity.
starving to be grasped, claimed,
and consumed, I feed death— give in,
swallow black relief —your belly round
and warm with the scrapings of my bones.
bury my leavings and tell me reincarnation
is a lie.

--
1/16/2013

Copyright © 2013 Jen Fowler
All Rights Reserved
Muse:She corrodes star shapes into
the hearts of sleeping poets,
slowly, methodically.
001   i am a whirlwind of
     bruised knees
       (purple)

     an aching heart
      (dark blue)

     twisted guts
        (red)

          &
  a regret that could
   crumble mountains.
  (green-green-green)
shhhwe are lurking too close to jesus,
on the empty edge of a lightless stage,
curved nails digging into the skin of our pale palms.

he asks as an afterthought
do you believe in something holy? and i think yes,
i think this is what i believe in.
cold windsmoving on is momentary

wisdom is fleeting, & so

bitter sweet

i was defeated by a cold wind

he sucked up my soul within; spat me out

i saw the image of who i truly am, & i drifted back into her

she shook her head "where were you?"

i replied "wandering."

now i know i'm capable of anything

but it's not enough to catch without reeling

it's not enough to love without feeling

& now i feel all the pain i was dealing
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    i was running from
    the sea. now, i want it to
    crash all over me

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*dragon-fly-to-me Jan 29, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Hello. :) I just wanted to let you know I have featured this lovely poem in my journal. [link]
Have a nice week!!
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*hazeltown Jan 29, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
thank you, love
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*dragon-fly-to-me Jan 30, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
You are welcome.
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*Enerqy Jan 16, 2013  Student General Artist
Please resubmit to poetry!
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~Felka-wolf Jan 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
beautiful
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Mood: Questionable ~Yuen1 Jan 14, 2013  Student Digital Artist
I don't know, I'm no poetry nut or anything, but it seems like you just made a poetic statement and then broke it up to make it into a Haiku. Just seems fractured, like you ran out of space so you started a new line, Shouldn't it be with every new line, you say something different? Not finishing a bit of the sentence you didn't have room for?

Like I said, I don't really know about poetry or anything, just what I think. The actual content is nice.
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*hazeltown Jan 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I write free verse poetry, so this was barely anything new to what I usually do. I hardly ever keep structure. If anything, I added my own flare to a fixed verse. Thank you.
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Mood: Questionable ~Yuen1 Jan 14, 2013  Student Digital Artist
Alright, just said my opinion on it, feel free to write however you want.
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~Saladchan Jan 14, 2013
It's not often that a haiku makes the front page. Lovely work, by the way.
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~Annanonyma Jan 14, 2013
I have to admit that I am not a real fan of haikus (because most writers have difficulties putting some meaning into those few syllables) but this one caught my eye. Nise contrast.
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