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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sundropo
n
some
days I
watch you
rise and rage
with a new year
firework fervour–
untamed and glorious,
pulling the years together
with a snap of your fingers.
but some days you are languid,
stretching like the summer dusting
of freckles along your forearms, the
slumberous strands of hair shuttering
your sky-eyes from the morning light.
on these days, I think the earth spins
slower and the birds sing a little
quieter. on these days, I look
at you and I think:
sundrop.

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

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

the cannibaleyes bright for wildflowers
I swear they leaned toward her as she passed
with her boyish gait, a confident stride
she caught me with the absence of her smile
and she thought I was a wildfire
set to burn her worries away
but I was tame
tame tame tame
and she was burning up
she laughed when she realized my still temperament
bewildering the sound, a pretty Sunday laugh
light of heart, balancing honesty's edge
hiding between this duality of personality
her fabricated safe haven
but in the night she asked me to keep her
and for a long time I held her soft body, full of insecurity
to mine securely but her anxiety was an earthquake
I could feel inside her, I could feel the tectonic
plates shifting in her mind and once she'd chiseled her nails
to bare skin she moved on to mine
she held my hands like a wounded bird in hers and she
whispered to them "when you fly, I will too"
yet all the while she kept clipping their wings
with her ner

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

Breaking BurdensThe unspoken rules of society:
when your hands can mimic birds
at 4 am,
tell me your stories
and defy the sky.

It only lasts a little while.

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

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the riverbed

by *hazeltown, Jan 5, 2013, 4:48:38 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

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 imagined me too soon but i'm still there - running through the forest of your skull. i'll be laughing in the make-shift morning you create when you're grey & old. i'm trying to find you now that i've sold all my things, painted the walls, cut ties & will you try to love this tired body of mine? it beats still. you told me i'd hurt like you do. you said i'd pay for everything. i'd say we're even, & you'd say i'm a free thing. we were never kind people - we stared at the world with blind eyes & tight mouths i kept you close, because without a doubt, you were the greatest thing to come out of this town. you knew me when i was young, & laughed at my spirit - it hasn't changed can't you hear it? i was kissed with icy breaths before i melt ed. i met myself by the riverbed, & she told me hell is coming. i'd chase after you forever if i saw you running

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*bloodawni Feb 17, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Gorgeous.

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this is amazing
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*0hgravity Jan 8, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

great rhythm to this and some beautiful imagery throughout.

I like how it hurries along and the simplicity of it - nothing is cluttered or forced. sort of like *Flummoxative said, it has musicality.

*hazeltown Jan 8, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Such great compliments. I really appreciate it, guys!

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~Flummoxative Jan 7, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

"i lost myself in the belly of june, & woke to
you
you,
you imagined me too soon"

Everything you write flows like dreaming and I imagine all your words with acoustics or piano woven into them.

~Felka-wolf Jan 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

beautiful sounds in this.

*enigmaticsmile Jan 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I love your style!

*hazeltown Jan 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you!!

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I think I may end up faving everything you post ever. I am in love with your words and style.

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