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This World Just Isn't YouI never would have known
That this air could be so hollow
Without your presence,
And that one day, my heart may follow
I'll never be able to describe
Just how those days made me feel
Nor how much I long for you
For my heart is always yours to steal
Our wrongs are unforgivable
Now nothing can be undone
And when it all burns down
This battle, my love, you've won
But if you only knew
That I still hold that rose,
The one that always told me
Our love would never come to a close
And if I could only trust
That the word you gave is true,
Then maybe I could have peace,
In a world that just isn't you
MisfortuneAnd so, let judgement be passed on the one never seen as themselves, but as their fool.
It takes over in times of instability, insecurity.
Why should one be judged in such a manner?
The answer: They are human.
Filthy creatures drenched in lies, ignorance, and bias.
They don't understand what they are doing.
Creating a storm, digging a grave, tearing apart a life.
The fool cannot take back what has been done.
And no amount of apology will heal any side of the story.
So terribly unfortunate.
Sometimes fools are seen as wise, but here, they are nothing but mad.
Yet the only insanity I can see is misunderstanding.
Casting the fool away, throwing it's host into an ocean of sorrow.
Drown, cruel world.
Leave only those with a true heart to float to the surface.
Help me drain away the depression.
Give me your warmth, your love.
Or leave me cold and dead.
Though, I refuse to be forever held by your loss.
One day you could vanish.
No longer in my heart, but a sore memory of the mind.
My love, I wish for youMy love,
You are one of the truest
That I could be with you
I would do anything
Not even you can understand
To create more memories
To see you,
Happy and smiling is all I want
Can't you see what you're doing?
With you it is the most precious
I get a feeling like no other
My love, I wish for you.
My dearest, I long to see you.
My darling, time spent with you,
is all I really need. <3
Wants and NeedsI stand in the center
My arms, outstretched
One hand grasps what I want
The other grips what I need
My body aches from procrastination
My thoughts push me further from sanity
So many things that must be done,
In order to obtain happiness
To truly feel happy,
The seemingly impossible must become possible
Why must it be so difficult?
Unlike it was back then
When we had so little choice,
But all we could need or want was where we were
That changed one day
Everyone changed, so rapidly
All I remember is a large blur
It replaces the last two years of my life
It went from happiness and stability
To a world slowly crumbling before my eyes
But I could build it up for good, maybe
If only what I wanted had easy access to my needs
Where I reside now has perfected my needs
But what little of my wants it had, grew weaker
Where I wish to be has potential, a chance to start over
But it greatly lacks the blocks to build my future
All I can do is try for now
Try to rebuild my wants, where I am
ChangeWhy can't I do that too?
Why can't I have all of that?
Why can't I get all of those?
Why can't I be like that?
I have to alter
I have to try
I have to learn
I have to follow
Why don't things go the way I want them to?
Why don't I have the motivation for that?
why don't I know how to do that?
Why don't I have that?
I need to do something
I need to move on
I need to understand
I need to become like that
Why can't I change?
Why don't I change?
I need to change.
I have to change.
Waiting, Wanting, WishingWaiting...
...to see your face.
...this to be resolved.
...to hear your voice.
...to know who you are.
...to be able to use my voice.
...for something to go wrong.
...to see you break.
...for you to fall.
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
Beyond LoveYou say 'beautiful' like a mistake -
like it slipped out unwarranted
from those dark parts of your mind
that you don't want me to go to,
you say it like that.
You caress like it's worship -
like if you pressed too hard
or took too much, you'd pay the price
and I love those urgent times when
you're willing to pay it.
You teach me love like I'll die without it -
like if you don't defrost me
and my frozen image of myself,
then I might stop breathing
and extinguish beneath my own icy damnation.
You kiss me like you have to -
like we're sharing an oxygen tank
in a toxic, broken-down universe
and you are trying not to breathe
to save me.
You kiss me like that.
You love me, like that -
how am I supposed to resist
a man who loves me beyond his own sense
and senses - beyond love ?
love didn't matter, but home was with youi.
there's still shadows left of you
even with the
little that remains. i wish
sometimes the light
would stop it's singing long enough
for them to grow,
my heart spends enough
time aching when
just the photographs
show their faces.
you took me
to a wedding once - it was a cold
night, and the
of stars in the sky made
it seem like God's
breath was reaching out
to earth. i don't remember
the names of the two who
indefinitely, anymore, not
when the wind's taken
in it's hold; but i remember crying because
love's just so damn
hard to find, and you
found me instead behind
the rosebushes that
were too stained to be called
me that sometimes
love doesn't matter, and
i (did)n't want to
you asked me once if anything
mattered, a lighter
gracing one hand and a
cigarette lining your
lips. i wasn't
sure back then
and i don't know
if i am now
(but i think i want to say yes).
my body never felt
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
SafeI clasped my hand tight shut around my mothers.
I was a possessive oyster wrapped around pearly fingers
bitten white by the freshly whisked air.
We braced ourselves against the frozen metal frames
that, although unmovable by infantile hands,
were not a substantial enough barrier against a tempest.
The sea lashed out its limbs in a fury
and the sky’s face paled grey with worry
at what that grasping anger might achieve.
It rose to greet us, stood on mighty churning haunches
and collapsed heavily around our shoulders
with the dramatic violence of a dancer
crashing down upon a splintered Tibia.
It drenched us, filling mouths and ears with water.
My mother’s hand squeezed mine, comforting,
and as the sea drew back again,
preparing to strike out at us over and over
until its very exhaustion point – and over once more –
As it readied itself to slash our raincoats,
with the force of an evening spiralling into true darkness,
over and over –
for a moment the smell o
Oxtails (Collab w/ TwilightPoetess)Somewhere between oxen and orchid,
where cattails and foxgloves wilt and weep
at the parting of another fleeing day
and stormed cloud-castles mutiny
against the weight of the rocksalt moon;
somewhere between flightless and fading,
where faery circles and dandelion crowns fall--
somewhere, beneath bark mosaiced with age,
you will siphon the remains of my heart--
churned smooth by false hope’s abuse--
into dehydrated dirt that groans for it.
I will clot the crumbling veins of anthills
with the iron debris that was once us,
until I become orchid or foxglove once more.
What did you say it was?My darling,
I hope you're happy
Satisfied, at least
In what you've caught yourself up in
Do you enjoy them?
The rules and restrictions,
That only you are pressured to follow
It breaks my heart
He does, you do
I can't bear much more of this
I can see what you truly long for
And, my love, that is not it
Far from it
This is what you'd escaped, in a way
But it would seem as though you're destined to this
I hope not,
Will all my heart, and love for you
Dearest, I'm the witness to your death
Am I the only one who sees your suffering?
Not even you can
You've become entangled
Hypnotized by him
Look not into his eyes
Within them, you see the image he has set for you
You are solely to blame
He can do no wrong
You worry now,
Unlike you used to
About his happiness only
Change, my sweet
We all have, but for you
It just doesn't fit, not like this
You're not who you used to be
You never were, you never will be
Neither will anyone else
But when I look at you
I don't see you at a
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