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cellshe kissed the sea with bokeh haze & light leaks

cradled herself to sleep with panorama dreams

when she awoke every thing was blurry

she peers through glass & turns to focus

the sand is with her

the rain is falling

these things come in twos, but they never seem to notice

a single cell

warily singing

carefully, wandering

her soul is dripping with

beads of sweat &

no regret

it's an emptiness: i cannot fit

my tiny hands in his

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

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

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

pour a little salt, we were never herealmond in

your wooden lungs

pursed your lips to the

sound of our love- i woke

the new birds & stole

the cusp

of rain on little

window panes

i'll be patient, i'll be kind

i'm too tired to be fine

i am yours, but you're not mine

i'm so close to taking time to myself, but my hands are turned upward

like petals choosing to

give the sun another chance

rose inside your cedar trees

climbed your weighted, burly leaves

leave your lonesome will to me

i'd pry the sea dust from the strands

of southern eyes & shaking knees

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

summergirlNow read aloud over here. Do give it a listen, won't you?
i. summergirl,
you are crowthroated and tumbling
through the aspen grove
hair on fire with sunrise, lungs
full of sky.
eyelashes like wildflowers
and every morning brings
a new spray of freckles
and a sharper curve to your collarbones.
the cornfields hold no shadows
for your lighthouse eyes
and there are no endings in that
surefooted smile.
ii. you have grown
so fast.
autumn finds you with broken ankles
leaning on an oak branch
and watching the skies.
crow to sparrow--you are quiet.
summergirl, there is peace in silence,
perched treetop,
fallen antlers in your hands.
you will come to mourn your deer.
keep them close.
iii. by winter you have paled,
and like the streams
your eyes have frosted over.
you feel the chill--
there is no need for sight.
summergirl, th

alas, i cannot swim.and you over thought things. you stared at the concrete, and the cars, and the way the light reflected off the passing green car. you imagined how it would feel if it hit you. they're just thoughts though, right? nothing more. you tell yourself, "everyone thinks these things sometimes."
you take an extra long sip from your coffee cup, seeing if you can wash your thoughts away.
-
you spill your coffee on your shirt. a chain reaction, a subtle change of scenery; you don't exactly know what to conclude from this event. you reach into your pocket to pull out your white handkerchief, only it's red now. your hand is bleeding. you don't remember this happening, but then again, you don't remember much of anything. you make your way towards the stretch of the city. you try to let its stomach swallow you whole. is this you? are you growing old? you can't tell if you're dotted with dandelions or soaked up in the city's sweat. you are no longer the man you thought you were, & this can only mea

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maybe i'll stay in the warm, yellow, waning

whispers of this land

maybe i'll become the rain, the words

i'll wake with coffee brewing

i'll wake with you beside me, stirring

petals in your tea

i'll weave brown locks through my cashmere fingers

i'll press your brow against me

take off your glasses before you sleep

your beard grew down to the floor, & up grew flowers

around your bare legs - i forget how helpless i am

i dance through the fields in my yellow dress

you watch me with the sky staring down at you

you're still the sparrow nestled inside your chest

bird with a sorrow

love me tomorrow

i can't pret

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

old songs for a first lovethe crow is screaming

& the fields are swaying

& i'm staying

here

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

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

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by *hazeltown, Dec 15, 2012, 7:06:29 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

catch 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 been emptier than the valleys, but now i am rushing with new rhythm, & i think it's plain & lovely (he always wanted something of me felt like i was always next to nothing) now it's simpler to be flooding your walls than cascading inside my body don't look down on a soul who's so pretty & proud i'm ripe & alive in your insides, but he was always prying the wrong parts- he was overlooking my heart i was good to the ones who were cruel to me i have no other form of breathing- i walk away when i feel like leaving. there is no other form of freeing yourself

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~pomohippie7 Jan 30, 2013 Writer

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*hazeltown Jan 30, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

thank you so much!

~pomohippie7 Jan 31, 2013 Writer

You're very welcome.

~winterkate Dec 28, 2012 Student Writer

(for SWH's critique challenge)

Wow. I really did like this one. You've got an amazing subtle rhyme and rhythm here - and, most importantly and most difficultly, you keep the nontraditional rhyme scheme flowing with the rhythm harmoniously - nothing seems stilted, forced, or awkward. On a first readthrough, I think that what jumped out at me most as something you might want to take a second look at was the formatting of the first line of the second verse (i stole it from the cedars . This is a lovely and curious line, but for the rest of the stanza I'm not sure what 'it' is, and the rhythm falters a little bit here - I think adding a dash or semicolon (even a period!) might help it tie together a bit better. don't look down on a soul who's so pretty & proud I love this line - my favorite, perhaps, in the whole poem, because it's so bitter and personal and meaningful given the atmosphere and aura you've created with the rest of the poem (plus fifty life points, by the way, for using 'soul' beneficially in a poem - I RARELY see that nowadays). Really, the rest of the poem goes together beautifully - I love so much how yourself is left separate at the end, because freedom can also be very lonely. I have one more critique, though, and that's that at the lines where you divide quaking...my mind made a duck sound for a minute. I've seen it done before that a writer will do t h i s and leave a space between every letter to draw a word out; I wonder if that might work better for quaking here. Then again, this is all your poem, and a lovely poem at that! Why is it called perth?

*hazeltown Dec 29, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you for the elaborate critique! It was very stimulating. "Perth" by Bon Iver is what I was listening to when I wrote it!

~winterkate Jan 1, 2013 Student Writer

Welcome

and lol, that does make sense!

=Sammur-amat Dec 22, 2012 General Artist

Congratulations on the DLD, sweetie <3

*hazeltown Dec 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks!

=Sammur-amat Dec 23, 2012 General Artist

Of course! (:

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