Jan 9

thank you
for dressing up my neck prettily
this poor, poor heart
has always needed a few of them
to beat synchronically
with the one
that's vitally throbbing inside
I know I always let you down
I'll forgive the wind if it rattles up the little chains
for I know,
even if
this is probably the last thing I would ever
feel anything new
they'd still stay collared together,


Dec 11, 2016

I often feel dumb and lonely about my feelings, I didn't have anything towards you, but only wanting to cut off your choker necklace.
Then things changed; now when I look at you my eyes sparkles, my jaws drops, my mouth opens widely staring at you.
I wonder If you ever have anything towards me.
you probably feel happy with her anyways.

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Jake Thomas Shaw
Jake Thomas Shaw
Dec 8, 2016

I calculate, analyze, and extrapolate
I weigh the odds, perceive the risk
Make motions when I see fit
Carefully measured in every decision

You ushered me to accept my brand
That which I had neglected for years
I never had thought of it as pretty
But it's a tag that can save my life

You left a butterfly wing on my cheek
Below an eye that looked on meekly
At the art on all your white walls
Which hid further the things I've said

With fortune in hand, this brand
I commanded destiny to shape
Willed the reality with my grasp
Grappled situations into submission

And you watched this unfold
Knowing you dispersed my hold
Letting me grasp
The things that would've expired

An impermeable brand
Pressed onto my face
A willful set of hands
Set to be traced

So set me upon the crowded beach
Of glass grain arrays of the domain
So set me there on that coastline
Let me search for glass to bind

Into windows and paintings
The frames hiding my words
Manic and infatuated pheromones
Release as vapor from the sands

Let my chest whisper as I search
Let me sigh
Allow my cheek to be reddened
Compel chrysalis to take flight

I fashion these into war prizes
To mount on the blanched walls
Not to hide the things I've said
But to expunge truth, and expose it

Art to art
Ashes to assets
Dust to dust
Truth to reality

I construct with it
And conflict with it
But above all else
I share and revel in it

Giving it as gifts
Reaping what it emits
Smashing glass panes
Admiring their remains

But I'm reminded again of the brand
To my face I put a hand to feel
The beat of its wings, recalling
My memory to make these things

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Jun 8, 2016

I fall asleep
in the a.m hours
with a triple heart turquoise
holding my veins


Apr 25, 2016

The cold locket
She gave you
Slipped from your neck
Falling between
Your bare breast
And down past
Your broken heart

You hugged
Your knees
That they might
Save you
And hold you
For just a
Little while

Staring at your
In the
Lukewarm water
That stagnated
At your thighs,
A white
Porcelain refuge
Surrounded by
Moldy tiles
Was your solace

The salty leakage
From your
Forest eyes
Fell faster
Than the
Squeaky faucet
That never stopped

The cool
Air grazed
Your spine
And sent
A peppered
Patch of
Chill bumps
Down your arms,
But you
Didn't seem
To mind

All you
Could feel
Was the
Broken pieces
Of your heart,
S c a t t e r e d
In the water
Slicing your body
Like tiny
Razor blades
By their
Jagged, Uneven

With one
Flip of
Your toe
You whispered
As the necklace
That she
Gave you
And the
Pieces of
Your heart
That she
Took from you
Slid down
The drain,
Into the
Place Where
Broken Hearts Go.

A story of the place where most girls go to deal with their broken hearts: A good cry in the bath tub.
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She curses herself
When she forgets to
Take her jewelry off
Before sleeping
Because she wakes up
In the middle of the night
Suffocating, gasping for air.

You gave her a necklace
And you loved it when
She wore it around her neck.
She fell so deeply in love
With its design and giver
That she wore it
Even in her sleep.

But when you were gone,
She wore the necklace
To remind her of
The time you and her
Were happy and free.
And she was left alone
Crying, gasping for air.

And when her face was dry
Because of the numbness,
She fell into a deep sleep
With a silver chain around her neck,
And a nightmare in her mind,
Making it difficult for her to breathe.

She woke up in cold sweat,
Took the necklace off
And flung it
Across the room.

When she woke up
In the morning
With her eyes red and puffy,
She remembered
What she did half asleep
And looked for the necklace
In every corner of her room.
She cursed herself when
She couldn't find it.

She wants it back
Around her neck
Even if she can't breathe
But deep down in her heart
She knows
Not to wear it again
Because months later
She might just find it
Behind her nightstand
And she would smile
At the memory
Of the necklace
For she can then breathe.

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J M Surgent
J M Surgent
Nov 18, 2015

When I was a child,
I was given a silver necklace by my father,
Told the stories of how it was there when he met my mother
And cherished it dearly.
But as childhood would have it,
I lost the necklace,
In a full contact game of two-hand touch football,
In the backyard of my frenemy neighbor.
I searched for hours in the grass,
Coming across spiders, quarters
The remnants of dog’s passed,
But never again saw the silver chain
With the little cross
That was the closest thing I ever held to God.
Now I look back,
To the necklace, the touch football games
The neighborhood loving brawls,
And realize youth is an object,
It’s something we hold close
But never realize the importance of
Until years later,
When we miss it
Around our necks,
And we regret
Never truly
Falling in love
With what we had
Before it was gone.

w r e c k a g e
w r e c k a g e
Aug 25, 2015

i often wake up to your perfume on my sheets or your necklace on my dresser or your shirt on my bedroom floor but you are never there

#love   #sad   #dreams   #perfume   #shirt   #necklace  
Lindsey Ross
Lindsey Ross
Jul 25, 2015

And the thing was
I was falling so hard for you
I had jumped off the cliff
Hoping you would catch me
At the bottom

I wore
Your necklace of hickeys
Around my neck

But once I saw the ground
And realized you weren't there
The necklace turned into a noose
And tightened right before
I hit the ground

My last thought was
How relieved I was you caught me
Even if if wasn't in the way
I wanted

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Vamika Sinha
Vamika Sinha
May 1, 2015

And every night
she unhooks the
to string them
'round her neck.

She can't decide
if she's making a
or she's making
a necklace.

Late night thoughts.
#love   #suicide   #sad   #depression   #stars   #night   #numb   #loneliness   #pretty   #necklace  
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