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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

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

note 22you are the thin sliver of thought
that graces my thighs as i
undress for him

raw collection of poemsand i am missing you
and i am fucking
with you
---
when you climb into bed, think of me. the
rosary that downs the bottom of your
drawer is a silly reminder of what i had
taken from you
---
cold
ice cold and his
fingers
ventilation;
i was warm
---
i look at myself and i see lines
impending on themselves
bending from the weight of my soul.
i am heavy
i am middle-afternoon
and-you're-still-missing heavy
and i can't uncurl myself
from the telephone or the
idea of you
leaving
---
we work like polar
but i swear to god i was meant to
meld with you;
you go north
and i south,
departing
thwarting what we built
between force fields
---
i look at my self and i see lines,
cracks in the mirror
all down my thighs where you
broke me in two
i will come back together
one day
(only to be
split back a
part by you)
come home, come
home, come
back
---
i need early morning
i need lack of sleep
and i need the cold
curling me
to my soul
just to stop
the world siphoning the
air from me
---
i am not doing

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

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

nostalgianostalgia is for the things i never had;

for summer days spent in blooming fields
instead of empty lots,
for moments under a careful eye
and hands that were callused but never rough;
they say a boy's first love is his mother,
but i preferred my father, maybe wrongly because children

love with their heart and not their mind,
they think in bold patterns,
and i return to those days when i traced the sidewalks
in tattered shoes,
when i hummed songs in a language i've half-forgotten;
i still dream in spanish and

i have nostalgia for wire, for mariachi music,
for boats and afternoons that never ended,
for the fairwe never we

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

ApsaraFind me sunken into the
lotus field, bathing skin silvergreen,
waist-deep and pink

in sunset, and we will cry:
for three-faced elephants,
for rain,

for the dancers threading grace
between their fingertips—
until I dress in the heaviness,

a sarong of heat.

scar-crossed(my fingers are colder than the solemn blue
buried in her eyes. so much dead beauty,

like an ocean without waves).

she is fading and i cling to her,
and in this tiny little moment
between breaths

we barely even exist.

Clichei. true love

& you were that one famous line
of a love poem – 1863 sonnet
scripted down your spine, verses
of sternum & shuddering heartbeat.

i remember the sheets twisted blue
as the eventide, your eyes like thelassia,
that species of ocean grass. we swayed
to the music of galaxies colliding.
our song was the day the tides
finally curled round the moon's face.

ii. cancer

eventides, thelassia eyes, moon
great and heavy as that one lucky coin
that refused to land, to grant a wish
or let luck decide for us. there were
star crabs scuttling under your
oragami skin. & i never realized
all the ways that you folded
until t

IIhe's grey
but only a boy
stuck at his mother's
tit; misanthropist
sadist

copaceticyou know when the person you love and
you decide to break up, and you both say
to each other, you both agree that you
will be friends. and you think it, for a day
a week even, and he is still texting you and
you are still texting him, laughing like you
would do when you were one. and then you
meet his girlfriend at the mall, some butter
blonde bitch whose decolletage busts out
in peach ovals and she can't even tell you
how many guys she's fucked or let alone loved and
your boyfriend, or your lover who no longer is
yours is smiling like he has what he has always
wanted, all that is not you, and you become
bitter and backbitten and say something rash
and laugh and he gets it but his bitch doesn't
and then the next few weeks you are quiet
and he doesn't seem to think of you in his
experiment. you become an enemy and you
watch him from a window on your laptop
every move every suggestion every shirtless
whore make a common thing out of something
that was once undeniably yours. a

Iwhen the grey wolf
comes striking at my door,
i will strip him of his cloak
and make him
a man,
naked

both of us.i couldn't keep a hold of you when
you were there in front of me
and i can't keep a hold of the wisps of smoke that
you try and choke my heart with
and even though i've spent too many wasted
hours trying to throttle a ghost
you still make me smile in between
me creative my own personal fucking ocean

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by *hazeltown, Dec 28, 2012, 10:13:51 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

almond 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

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=Sammur-amat Apr 9, 2013 General Artist

Hello there, dear heart.

I've used this piece's title in my title poem over HERE: [link]

I hope you enjoy the read!

=Sammur-amat Jan 14, 2013 General Artist

What can I say other than

~Allurite Jan 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Wow, that was so nice...I especially liked the last stanza

And also! The title is from a song, is it not?

*hazeltown Jan 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Skinny Love - Bon Iver

~michi-iyo Jan 4, 2013

_{others have mentioned it, but really, this could be a song, a lovely one.
I loved this part the most; it kind of stung though;

i'll be patient, i'll be kind

i'm too tired to be fine

i am yours, but you're not mine}

~AlloenDreams Dec 29, 2012

i don't have time to read pieces on here much anymore, but the lyrics in the title caught my eye.

i'm rather silly, if this is what i've been missing out on

*RiseandBe Dec 29, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I adore the musical quality in this piece. It reads like a melody.

*KaitForest Dec 29, 2012 Writer

amazing

!englandrain Dec 28, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

My my my my my my my my.
This has got to be one of your best.

~AnotherPassenger Dec 28, 2012 Student General Artist

gorgeous..

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