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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

old songs for a first lovethe crow is screaming

& the fields are swaying

& i'm staying

here

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

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)

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

lumberjackwhen we woke from the wildwood
we spread out in the grass like children
my honey hair dangled from the fern trees
your mossy skin clung to the thicket
we were free beings

but i still feel like you don't love me
i still hear the music that you're humming
like you're stabbing needles in my shortcomings
like you're kissing me without telling me

it's over

& i know you miss me
the way i used to be
i miss her too
i should have hung sage at our doorstep
& collected peas from our gardens
but that will never happen

but maybe you'll look up with your owl eyes
maybe you'll come down with your bear fur
seeking me out like ripe fru

beautiful foolmy captain, do you hear the truth?
a little ghost is biting fruit
inside her toy garden; who
will put the blue back in her veins?
there is no response, but you

& captain, what am i do to?
i'm a baby doll losing my first tooth
i submitted to thorns to keep back fools
i'm a beautiful, little fool

now i know how to feel the sun
deeper than my blood, ripe within my lungs
i was innocent until fourteen
i used to swear i'd wait until i was married
i'm a pretty,
little fool

you sincerely saw me
i think you're the only one i've ever loved
& i have not sent hell to my ship
i have buried her; she'll hear nothing of it
she is playing in the waves
a

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

red[the trees were red with winter]
there was oak in his hair, & salt-water in the way he sings
the noon sipped the june from the cage of spring

"you'll be back soon"

i never saw you again

little, crossed fingers
split ends

i never saw you again

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

we are silhouetteshe remembers

icy recollections

on sapphire mirrors

he breathes silences

to remind me afternoon is callin'

riling up the strapping noon

make-believe to minor tunes

hallow these verses

she immerses herself in twilight

she undresses near the lamp light

she is in the same room

she grew up in

.... .... ..

she is not porcelain

i love it when you mumble come on, come on

your august eyes, your jilted jaw

your rough hands rousing wrinkled flesh

like cartoons, i'm awake with you

we are silhouettes

liquid dawn

fawns & fevers

heather licking hazel weather

we are together

dismantled pygmalionwhen the sun collapses unto itself
and empty wombs grace the palms of this earth
heavy with child, bearing the soft progeny of chance, abandoned
to cover the land-

you will teach me how to reverse this network
of clockwork dreams, how simple mathematics can be
when calculating the degree of loneliness in countered white
virgin affairs- crippled calligraphy. show me the distance within these

isolated cells, obsolete- reflect the solar ticks
of all that is and was you and me. oh stranger of these quiet tides,
project all that is within, and sear your star-death breath bright into these
tragic north pacific atmospheres: release. give

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

slingshot words.there are a million worlds living in your head
begging to be wrapped around your tongue and released like a slingshot
into the heart of some stranger you may never meet.

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flecks. dear bird,

my skin is small & covered in flecks of porcelain.
you told me you understood every ounce of poetry that spilled & sloshed inside of my blood.
i was staring up at the stars with you,
"there's Orion." i said
& you spoke in constellations.
you bleed a starless, rose-coloured love.

i am tormented pressing my mouth to skeletons.
they are
leeches who preach
testimonies of silence & security.

it'll be alright, i need this.

it's you who is bright, burning
sunlight
you are the gravity around me,
i feel you in the weight of the ocean.

the shore line isn't pretty, baby.
it's not- but i'm beautiful enough,
everything e

the sound of your souli'm lonely, you whisper.

your teeth are broken

i sit in the sand to warm myself & try to understand,

press seashells in your hair.

you'll be okay, i say

you'll be okay,

you'll be okay. (i swear)

i feel you deep & blue inside me.

you travel like an ocean through my body.

i want to rest my head on someone or somebody,

to get away from you.

this is what your soul sounds like,

a thousand years after all is lost.

the earth dried up & swallowed in water.

the emptiness of the canyons;

no wild animals.

just restless, restless, orbiting.

storms & sand & forests & seas

this is what your soul sounds like

to me.

let me growi am growing

so let me go (on)- let me grow.

see how the seaweed hides away

in the snow?

don't go near the north,

i'll be hidden in the south (inwardly)

crushed between rocky dirt &

grassy swamps

some are ampersands & some are not.

but don't look for me in those swamps.

i am growing, so let me grow

you see i'm changing, so let it go

& i will not grow like moss

covering a stone- no

i will reach up like a tree

every stitch of wood woven in my bones.

reaching & stretching until i am

not my own.

the sky dwellers hide in the lockets of my

leafy hair, because i have made it-

i am there.

i am growing,

so let me go (on)

let me

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by *hazeltown, Feb 2, 2013, 3:58:40 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

growing 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

medicineby *hazeltown

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inspired by the band "daughter"

~Flummoxative Feb 11, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I love Daughter and this is just breathtaking.

~Adonael Feb 5, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I like the extended metaphor. It's quirky and innately rebellious xD

*0hgravity Feb 4, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

daughter is a beautiful band.

lovely piece. I like the pace of it - that build-up.

=xoSoul Feb 3, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Ah, I love Daughter

I instantly thought of the song 'Youth' while reading this... It's got such beautiful imagery, this piece-- definitely a stunning piece of writing.

I love it!

=scathing-sanity Feb 3, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

This is just incredible. It's beautifully descriptive and flows perfectly.

~VictimofConcindence Feb 2, 2013

This is lovely.

I love the out of this world comparisons- "I was once sea dust & cusps of the mountains" mixed with the more real-world and teenager-wild ones- "I was once drinking pennies from fountains" It was very expressing and still retained contact with reality.

Loved it!

*hazeltown Feb 2, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

thank you!

~VictimofConcindence Feb 2, 2013

You're welcome!

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