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Heather Weeks Oct 2017
Swirl in the room
Smoke clouded the frame
Yellow hues tainted laughs
With elegant flicks of a dainty fallacy
Heather Weeks Apr 2017
Numb like pain
A drip of nicotine
Take the sugar through
Pulling the tear that won't escape
Trapped beneath the blurred haze
Running in no clear direction
Dizzy, laughing
Pulling yourself above the tide
Above the laughs, laugh
Tug the string of thoughts
A simple line of juxtapositions
Soaring above the smiles
Dragged between the lips of Time
The scrapes of burnt childhood
A faint remembrance of snow and rain
Sipping the rain through my teeth
But numb like pain
Heather Weeks Mar 2015
It was not originally shattered
It was once whole and pumping
Every daring kiss splintered it every way

I will not say it is broken
It still beats
Blood still awakes my nerves

But every new blink sets me away
Their eyes have all blurred together
Fitting every puzzle piece perfectly

It is not their fault
for I gave myself willingly
Though it is much easier to cast a finger
than to be ****** another day

Every breath I take is a drag of the past
But every exhale is a hope for the future
That I have saved the biggest piece for the last

I will not say it is broken
My jigsaw of an *****
but with each touch I was cut
Leaving me running farther away
Heather Weeks Dec 2013
I can't stop seeing what I do
Rendering my thoughts insignificant is impossible
How cynical is my perspective
The little wrinkles stand out the most to me
But how I interpret them is the problem
I see the halo surrounded by flames
I see the serpent's tongue flicking in the clouds

I observe everyone's hurt
Who sees mine?
Who caresses my mind when I see Daddy drunk?
Who smiles at me when my eyes are swollen driving at midnight?
No one
People are too infatuated with themselves to see me
In my darkest hours of thoughts and constellations,
I see the people.
I can't stop seeing the people and their hurt.
My hand is always towards someone,
Yet there is none ****** towards me as I fall.
This is why the world is filled with hatred and pain.
It isn't the Daddys that are drunk or the Mommys that don't care.
It is the people that see the hurt and aren't there.
It is the people that can't care for the broken winged creature.
It is the people.
Heather Weeks Apr 2013
I used to search for the perfect words
I can't see a life without them
Without 'love'
Without your name
I can't
Because every syllable that brushes your lips
Every gruff of your tongue
All makes me feel like a piece of a pattern
Sewn into a beautiful quilt
Keeps me warm
But then I learned
Its not the words that make me smile
Its you
Its every thought and reason
Every brush of skin

I used to search for the perfect words
And now I hope to be tongue tied
To let you show me every feeling you feel
Not to contain our love in a simple 3 syllables
To restrict them of our own choosing
We should set them free
And not speak another word tonight
Heather Weeks Apr 2013
Rancid stomach
I have a bad case
It makes my eyes swell
And my wrinkles crinkle
I thought I was being overrated.
but no one's looking.
Who cares?
Heather Weeks Mar 2013
I decided love wasn't worth its while
So I severed every stem
And watched as every petal wilted
I scattered the bodies around my heart
Daring any seed to sprout
Now, the trimmers have rusted
And I see the buds
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