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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

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

snow-birdprettiest bird in town

felt his feathers wain, & the rivers drown

baby doll, i'm loving you until

the sun & sky won't spin again - he's

beautiful in his snow-bird skin

old songs for a first lovethe crow is screaming

& the fields are swaying

& i'm staying

here

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

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

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)

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

haikui was running from
the sea. now, i want it to
crash all over me

mean everything to nothingsat down in a hay field

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

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

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

calamity.the poor boy got a lecture from deaths secretary
"deaths busy enough as it is without walk ins"
"but it was urgent," he stutters.
"it couldn't wait, it was now or never"
he was simply told
"take a number, and wait over there with the rest
who 'couldn't wait' "

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

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

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by *hazeltown, Jan 14, 2013, 5:45:08 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

when 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. i want to know her forever

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~Adagiobunny Feb 9, 2013 Student Writer

oh my god.

i feel as if i'm always being held in someone's palm, in love with something i couldn't bear to lose - regressing in my dreams to the little thoughts i had, the little perceptions i tucked away.

i noticed the little things & it's nice to, every once in a while, be there.

the last stanza epitomizes something i could never say.

*bloodawni Jan 31, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Breathtaking.

*DogmaticKerr Jan 23, 2013

This is something exquisite and wonderfully demonstrative

!travelgirlxx Jan 19, 2013

Really great movement throughout the poem!

*disrhythmic Jan 18, 2013

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.

I know this feeling quite well...

i breathed everything in slowly, i moved like a doe
into the to & fro of
autumn, winter;

Lovely rhythm here.

*0hgravity Jan 18, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

excellent opening stanza.

beautiful rhythm and sentiment.

*RiseandBe Jan 17, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

"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.

i want to know her forever"

ugh... I couldn't possibly gush over this enough.
You have to stop doing this to me.

~Flummoxative Jan 17, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I know exactly how this feels. Beautiful, this.

~Dreamworld88 Jan 16, 2013 Student Writer

I think everybody at some point in life just wants to be a child forever.

~tommyboywood Jan 16, 2013 Professional Writer

yeah, don't we all wish?

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