Don't you know I adore you.
I relish in the thought of having you by my side.
No Skinny Love I don't always get it right.
And I'm no pro at showing my affections.
C'mon Skinny Love we are more than just friends.
I do not know you,
But I feel you.
The way your words brighten the page
Makes my heart ache.
I want someone to love you back
To be yours
And make the glossy tears in your eyes become those of happiness.
I don't know you outside of poetry
But I know you must be a wonderful person
Feel free to pour your heart into these pages
And know that I'm listening.
I want your memories to light up the dimples on your face
Your broken heart to make you stronger
Because I can feel you,
Your presence in your words.
And so are you.
I don't know you.
But I wish I did.
When we're little, we believe the place to go is up, up, and away
We get a little older and we want to know what's down there
In the deep
The beauties, or the beasts?
One day we'll be adults
Too tired to try and fly
We'll just climb
Working to the best of our abilities for a good reputation
Polishing our shoes, straightening our ties
And one day, it's all gone
You wonder how it all could have happened so fast
Well, at some point you turned around
And started rolling downhill
Then you realize
The best thing about all this is that the ride down never ends
It's as infinite as space
You see that everything can always be worst
You can always fall a little deeper
Which is why even the ones everyone call "freaks", are beautiful
But this hill has nothing to do with actions
It's why the famed have a spotlight
They're in too deep
Deep in greed they count their cash
Only to waste it on yet another mask
This is why I can't admire the rich
Their power comes from what the masks of deception brings them
They try to drag down those of us free from their evil gravity
But we don't give in
Hell, we win
We don't just barely make it out with bruises and black eyes
We dance away with grace
To the top of the hill
We don't dance to escape the monstrous underworld
We dance to stick it to those that made us believe the surface wasn't beautiful
The wharf was busy; it was a Saturday and the sun was high in the sky. Strangely enough, it was hot. She wanted to get to the deYoung in time.
Eliza pulled impatiently on the hand and pulled her toward the circle of people, who were no doubt watching a street urchin or a performer.
“No, honey,” her mother said, “not today.” Eliza didn’t listen and ran up, wedging herself between the bodies of bystanders.
“Look, mommy! It’s a game.”
The man was a con, Marie knew this. She let Eliza gander.
“One dollar a play, ladies and gents,” the man said, “sorry sweetheart, kids aren’t allowed.” Eliza looked up at her mommy and pushed a dollar in to her hand. Not wanting a scene, Marie smiled and put it down.
“Just once, darling,” she said through whitened teeth and a botoxed smile. She didn’t know why she was doing this. It came to her in the moment and so she acted.
The man put a ball in the cup and told her to watch so she did. His hands were swift and mesmerizing. She knew that the ball was under the right one. She pointed. He lifted. It wasn’t there. Eliza wanted to know if she could play and if not why. Her mother told her that it was a big girl game and little girls couldn’t play. Eliza started crying so Marie put down another dollar and let her watch, just to get her to shut up. The man twisted to cups again and she failed. It happened again. And again, and again. The deYoung would close, she knew, but nothing could compare to the feeling of winning. In the end, the man got twenty of her dollars. The museum wasn’t so important.
When they were in the Saint Francis’s elevators, Marie bent down and smiled at Eliza.
“When poppa asks, dear, remember: we went to the museum and had a splendid time.”
I sit here in the dark,
Thinking of you.
Your soft brown hair,
Your soft, dark eyes,
Those eyes still make me smile.
Those eyes make me want to love you more.
Yet you have moved on,
to a new one.
I weep at the thought,
But I know as your love fades,
Mine still grows for I love you.
Even though I lost your love,
Mine for you still grows.
A place to go for eight to ten hours
Once in a while a dream creeps in
Enjoy the time of the short lived
Adventure and pretend you are
There and have a good time
Wishing you could go back
Or that there was really a place
A dream could be bad
You seem to be stuck
Trying to run and scream
But no avail then you’re
Paralyzed and try to awake
Just then the alarm goes off
And now you know you’re safe
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I have a hard time stringing together the correct words to form art but I'm going to try my best because
you make me feel like singing from the tallest building and
somehow there is a light in my eyes and it's not jusg the reflection of your words on the screen but rather the way you make me feel
fills me up to the brim of my eyes and I don't know how to handle that
you make the voices hush and sometimes they even join in the song with me and I have to admit that has never occurred before
it's like you help me like myself and I never even dreamed of knowing how it feels to be okay with myself
you help me fill this vacant void in my soul and I don't know how to correctly put how much id like to thank you into words
the only time I don't completely hate myself is when I'm talking to you and oh my god it feels amazing
I have never found myself looking forward to a conversation that I count down until the person is out of work but my days drag when your messages aren't lighting my screen
and I can honestly say I could get used to waking up to your messy morning hair and the way I wake up with my eyes lit
have you ever felt trapped? caged? stuck? like everyone around you is moving and you're frozen and can't move? maybe it's the depression. maybe it's fear. i don't know what it is - all that i know is this feeling is completely paralyzing. sometimes it feels like i'll never leave this town. i'm so afraid of going nowhere yet i'm terrified of going out and living my life. i wish i could just crawl out of my skin. maybe that's why i tear it open almost every night. i wish i could escape myself. being stuck in this body is worse than being stuck in this town. it feels like my feet are glued to this very spot and no matter how much i try to undo it, it's continuing to stick. people always told me i'd go far in life but i'm not quite sure if i believe that. for i am immobilized by the paralyzing fear of being unsuccessful. maybe it's just the anxiety. maybe i'm insane.
How troublesome it is trying to forget you.
Every twist, turn and shift
leads right back to your eyes,
which never seem to be looking back at mine.
I'm stuck in this pool of quicksand
filled to the rim with memories of seeing you,
feeling you, hearing you,
In my head - like a flash of lighting or
Halley's Comet -
I beg and plead for a wish,
any wish in the moment to
guide me away
from the tormenting vivid doubts of my own mind
and lead me back into your arms.
But it never ends up that way;
what a troublesome act it is trying to forget you
when all I can see,
triggers the inner depths of my emotions;
the shallowness of my breaths;
my liquid stained eyes similar
to the stains of red and purple you once left on my neck,
and my gleaming pearly whites I flash for the cameras
who know nothing but my face -
contrary to the knowledge I have of you touch,
your stride, your lips on mine,
your scent hypnotic in such a troublesome way.
It truly is such a troublesome act trying to forget you,
when everything I've been left with
is sewn and threaded with reminders to
walking to work today I realized we'd never have another Christmas
I've been rereading words from when you knew me
from that sumer at the lake
where I heard of your Nita
and how you two became my boys
logically i know you couldn't write at the end,
that you didn't know me
but my heart doesn't care
it didn't hurt when you died
because what awaited
here for you was hell, but today
and I missed you like crazy
I hope you know that
how deeply I loved you
and your Nita
and that perhaps you're together
as you were always meant to be
and maybe you'll guide me to my other
for my own life list