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LittleFreeBird Jul 2014
Feel the heat from your skin
Brushing but never touching
Inhaling the air from your lungs
Sweet as nectar on my tongue
My entire being
Hungers for just a taste
Just a little
Of what you are
LittleFreeBird Feb 2015
My lungs were not made of glass
But of mirrors
Reflecting the hollows they occupy
And my bones were not made of ashes
But if they had been
They would still be worth more than the dirt
Beating in your chest
That mine so desperately craves
LittleFreeBird Jul 2017
i want to scream out poetry
that feels like swallowing rocks
when you hear it
LittleFreeBird Dec 2014
I remember just how you tasted; like morphine and regret.
LittleFreeBird May 2015
There is strength in the way I
Collapse

Under pressure I
Fall

But at my will I
Reassemble

No one has cut my strings
Yet
LittleFreeBird Apr 2016
Wipe those waves from your eyes sweetie
There's no reason to make your cheeks a shoreline
LittleFreeBird Dec 2014
Mud beneath our feet
Stars above our head
Wearing nothing but rain slicked skin
And frosted breath
You
Cannot keep your hands off me
I
Cannot take my eyes off you
We
Are two planets
In rotation
And neither of us
Can defy gravity
LittleFreeBird Mar 2015
I don't know who I've become
It's been so long since I had a reflection...
LittleFreeBird Oct 2014
I am Monday
The sky on a rainy morning
I am the sea as it rumbles
The air as it trembles
I am the storm
And the calm  
I am a mess
Catastrophe with eyes grayer
Than the smoke
Of the world that has burned down
Around me
LittleFreeBird Jul 2014
Hell is not
Fire and brimstone
Frozen
Or sheeted in ice
No,
Hell is
The hollow pain
Inside your stomach
From days spent staring at the walls
It is the panic
That sits on your chest
Crushing your sternum
Under the weight of his absence
The ache
In the marrow
Of your spine
As you wake to face
Another Mountain
Another Monster
Another Day
The terror of forgetting
How all his corners and edges
Feel beneath your finger tips
Or how the constellations
Glittered in the cerulean night
Of his eye
Hell is
The fear that
All the threads holding you together
Woven like tapestry
Will fray
And fall apart
The thought
Of your souls untwining
Pulled and picked apart
By time
Distance
And silence
LittleFreeBird Nov 2014
This looks like a place
Where I could love you
LittleFreeBird Sep 2014
Fingertips brushing
Freedom

Scars make regrets
And mistakes are in the past

But dream on
Little dreamer
Keep your hands held out
And eyes open

   ~   ~    ~   ~  

Open eyes
And out held hands
Dreaming little dreams

But the past is in mistakes
And regret makes scars

Freedom
Brushing
F
  i
    n
       g
         e
           r
            

              t
                i
                  p
         ­            s
                           . . .
LittleFreeBird Sep 2014
1998
Born last of winter
Spring skimming my toes
        
           First
                  Slow
                         Steps-
Wary.

Learning to read
Salvation in words

Poetry discovered
A love of rhyme

Pain in strength
Hates first ink
Heartache

Two in deliverance
Beautiful Minds
Doubled hearts

Lips touch
Timeless
Pieces clicking

Hearts grow
Entwined
Love
Is
Here.

Here
Is
Love.
Entwining
Hearts grow,

Clicking pieces
Timeless
Touching lips

A heart doubled
Minds beautiful
Deliverance in two

Heartache
Inks first hate
Strength in pain

A rhyme of love
Discovered poetry

Words in salvation
Reading to learn

Wary-
        Step
              Slow
                    ­ First

Toes skimming spring
Winters last born
A palindrome poem, it started as another child/adulthood reflection, but it became something else. See if you can tell what it's supposed to be when flipped. Suggestions for a title welcome.
LittleFreeBird Jul 2014
I woke up this morning
While the sun was still asleep
Before the dew dried
And as I began to reach the edge of consciousness
My fingers grazed the empty space beside me
Searching for the comfort of your warmth
But instead I was greeted with stiff sheets
And cool pillows
The groggy euphoria of the hope
That I was waking to your arms
Was short lived
And so with worn down feet
And shaking limbs
I rose to greet another day
Without you
LittleFreeBird Apr 2017
The most painful thing I've ever done
Is have strength

Trying to be steel
Only to feel like glass
To be so sure you'll
Crack

Just waiting for the first line to
Form
I am left waiting
Watching





Wanting.
LittleFreeBird Nov 2014
Numbness
Is my newest
Sate of mind

Nothingness
Is my newest
Addiction
LittleFreeBird Jul 2014
Ocean currents pull
But I refuse to conform
I? Why, I am free.
LittleFreeBird Jan 2017
Time has a monstrous belly
And nothing I have
Satisfies
LittleFreeBird Oct 2014
Hands where
They are not welcome
Against flesh too young
And too willing to please
Pushing to break the last barrier
That separates
Innocence
From exploitation
Lips parting what should be closed
Taking what is not theirs
And can never be given back
A body demands
As the other yields
Bending to its will
And calling it "love"
LittleFreeBird Nov 2014
We are all
Nothing
But  our bones
And our mistakes
LittleFreeBird Jul 2014
If I die young
Bury me
Beneath the willow tree
Her tears will mourn me
To the end of time
Long after all those who cared
Are gone
LittleFreeBird Mar 2015
It is going from living in a constant state of light to surviving in sudden darkness. Something has been blacked out your vision. You didn’t put it there, you didn’t want it there, you didn’t ask for it to come consume your sight and everything in it. You want to take off the blindfold, wipe the tar from your eyes, get rid of the blackness seeping into your retinas. Your hands are bound, and everyone keeps telling you “Just uncover your eyes, no one can help you but yourself” because they can’t see that your hands are tied. What they don’t realize is that theirs are too, and they will remain ignorant to their ******* until they are just like you, struggling to escape what has ensnared them. You would love nothing more than to rip the obstruction from your eyes, but you cannot. It colors everything in a lack of color, the darkness so infinitely black that nothing else can come through. You are detached, unhinged, and worst of all- no one can tell that you’ve gone blind.
LittleFreeBird Sep 2014
When you kiss me
Do you taste
The words left dead on my lips
A mouthful of ghosts?

When you breathe me in
Do you fill your lungs
Then choke me down
Like a shot of whiskey?

When you touch me
Do you trace your fingers
Along the signature
Depression left on my arms?

When you hold me
Do you feel all the pieces
That won’t ever be put back together
Can you tell
That’s the way I was made?

I’m not broken
Because I was never whole
In the first place.
LittleFreeBird Nov 2014
I

                       Am
                      Nothing
But
                                                            ­         A cacophony,
                                      
               ­                          Soundless
                  
                                                                ­            Echoes
                     Of what
                                            

                                                      Used to be
LittleFreeBird Jul 2014
My hands tremble
It has been too long
My heart is raw
And my lips are dry
Parched
Thirsty
My stomachs twists
I am starving  
With a kind of need
That cannot be satisfied
By dreams and played back memories
No.  
My body
Is craving
You
LittleFreeBird Sep 2014
A heart solid enough to love
Not yet strong enough to withstand breaking
Body of a woman
Mind of a child
A soul divided

What am I?

The mirror splits in two
Glass reflects
Jaded blues
And a steel smile
Glass reflects
Precious purity
And blind innocence

I walk along the edge of
Something unknown
The line ends soon

What awaits me
At the end?
I wrote this for my creative writing class, our theme is "duality" and I chose to write about being on the cusp of childhood and adulthood. Suggestions are welcome and encouraged.

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