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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

AThere is birdsong and
sun-drenched long limbs,
sprawled across India green;

wet hair haloes and
a restless route scrawled
up arms and over hands.

There are blueberry smiles,
feet upon dashboards,
and city-light fireflies...

(And,
then there is you.
Always, always you.)

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)

on the roadhomecoming,
dragging through the cling
of elsewhere nights
and asphalt haze.
the door creaks against the
whuff
of stagnant air--
antiseptic
and unwilling,
and it takes you two tries
to find the light switch.
you sleep in the car.

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herebefore you

i was so

indifferent to

anyone with a feathered

will or a concept instilled

in poetic water

it ran through their body for my

chest & legs- but i am not running

i walk beside you instead

you remind me of being young

when i am around you i feel

smaller than anything i've

become, & that's

real

hidedon't find me

throw me into the wild & let

me roam.

I don't have a home, don't

let them find me.

Leave my name behind my lips & take me

by the hips & toss me

into the sea or tuck me

into the grass, pressing a

hush to my mouth

just hide me,

hide me

hide me

river My skin was glowing

day 1 & 2

flowers shake until they bloom

They opened me the day I was born, & found

butterflies & frost

frolicking throughout me

I must have seen love, or something

inside these

walls

But maybe after all

that has happened to me

I am running wild like

rivers, & no one can

trap me

. I miss the sun
sometimes.
I miss the trees I could
climb.
I miss the days that I spent.
I miss whatever they meant.

golden heart when you find a heart that is gold
perhaps one that has already been broken
one with stories it cannot tell

grab hold
& run like hell

because life is too little & unknown
to spend in a shell

too short to be too proud
to stand up & say you're
hopelessly in love

with someone who
deserves to hear it each day

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we are silhouettes

by *hazeltown, Jan 25, 2013, 4:03:16 PM
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he 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

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*0hgravity Jan 25, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

lovely piece. I like how the images are fleeting but the feeling they all convey in their own way, linger.

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