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7d · 335
Grand Marnier
1923 7d
I hated Grand Marnier
Before I ever tasted it
Because she knew you
In ways that I didn't
Jun 25 · 137
taking up space
1923 Jun 25
If I keep folding

I am going to disappear

And before I loved my life

I really liked that thought

But now I am unfolding

And just when I thought

I was done with mourning

I notice the creases

Where my youth used to be

A reminder

that you almost broke me
Jun 10 · 251
for elaine
1923 Jun 10
if you give me some time

i will draw you a map

we can get lost together

and then find our way back

or we can sit in the dark

and talk about life

and when you are ready

we will search for the light
Jun 10 · 205
too bold for butterflies
1923 Jun 10
If reincarnation exists

You would only come back
As something I couldn't miss

Too bold for butterflies
Not easy to dismiss

You were so loud and full of life
That it shouldn't make sense

Like a dog playing poker
Or an elephant juggling knives

Something that fills the silence

You are leaving in our lives
Jan 15 · 661
undoing
1923 Jan 15
this foundation
barely holds its weight
I pick up building where you left off

thankful to you
that it didn't fall apart

but there are too many walls,
not enough beams
to support

and so much undoing
before rebuilding can start
Jan 5 · 230
Self destruct
1923 Jan 5
If the Big Bang could mourn
do you think it would wish it was born less explosive?

It hurts to become
when you grow up destructive
Sep 2023 · 614
Ego death
1923 Sep 2023
This was too much to carry

I am letting it go

It was always too heavy

I've decided to float
Feb 2023 · 944
Summertime Sadness
1923 Feb 2023
started a revolution

to make the sun jealous

and it felt like redemption

to watch her sweat
May 2022 · 1.1k
anger
1923 May 2022
all of these years
clenching my teeth
just hurt my head

it is swollen with grief
this was supposed to hurt you
Oct 2021 · 408
1923
1923 Oct 2021
a year so special
it brought a Russian doll
to the heart of Scotland
full of sugar, spice,
and cayenne pepper
the audacity of a woman
who spoke her mind
who meant what she said
when she said it the first time
Oct 2021 · 442
oddly enough
1923 Oct 2021
a punch in the tough
didn't make the boy leave

it just
scared him off
Sep 2021 · 1.4k
be radical
1923 Sep 2021
pitted against one another
to avoid the bigger picture
the daily monotony, the grind
until we have made enough money
to survive the world
was built to make us so hard

that being soft is radical
Sep 2021 · 632
check the weather
1923 Sep 2021
for something so

full of hot water

i  blow  off  steam

and wipe the windows

before judging the day

they have to be clean
Jul 2021 · 1.3k
soft
1923 Jul 2021
If everything is fleeting
I hope to have made better whatever
I am leaving

that I don't add damage

we are all already grieving
Jul 2018 · 535
bookends
1923 Jul 2018
honesty
honestly, she says
"this [book] has meant so much to me
and it's not like it ends terribly
just not how you would think"

she hands me over Silverstein -
a copy of The Missing Piece
with that note she wrote inside for me


and it ends just like you'd think
The Missing Piece is a book by Shel Silverstein about a circle with a slice of itself missing. It sings about the missing piece and rolls along in search of it. After finding pieces that don't fit, it eventually finds one that fits perfectly. With the missing piece, the circle can roll faster than ever - but it can no longer sing and it can no longer slow down to appreciate the things it used to (like the company of a worm or butterfly). The circle discovers it felt more complete without the missing piece and begins singing and rolling happily on its own.
Jan 2018 · 387
in bloom
1923 Jan 2018
We do not need to be in bloom
to be worthy of space - of room
on this planet. So on the days
you feel bitter - stay here;

please stay here

Nothing in season
can stay sweet all year.
Apr 2017 · 266
(my heart)
1923 Apr 2017
if you think of me sometime,
know you are running circles
on the outside of my chest
and a piece of me is missing by no coincidence
Jul 2016 · 837
Honey
1923 Jul 2016
she says my lips taste like honey,
and she likes honey in her tea. i say honey
isn't for everybody and she says

as it shouldn't be
Nov 2015 · 1.3k
she fell in love with me
1923 Nov 2015
I wasn't her first.
Or her second. Or third. But I didn't need to be. I said
"I'm no good with words", and she said
"they don't speak to me anyway.
Anyway you were the first
to run your hands down my body, stop at my chest
and ask me if it hurts". When she said yes,
I told her yes too.
To this day she says "that was the moment
I fell in love with you"
Nov 2014 · 3.0k
Planets
1923 Nov 2014
Girls are from Venus and boys,
from Mars - we are strategically apart though we are both
made of stars. There are 6 other parts
to our solar system listed if you listen in class. People are not transparent
glass, we are not to be seen through and reduced
to white or black or skinny or fat or boys or girls. There are 6 other planets,
ten trillion undiscovered worlds
of grey. It is okay
to be something else, you are still

something else.
Sep 2014 · 1.1k
Untitled
1923 Sep 2014
I spent forever searching
for a girl whose lips tasted like Cherry Coke with wisdom
seeping out of her throat as she spoke
Apr 2014 · 2.0k
If you have anxiety
1923 Apr 2014
If you have anxiety
and you think your shaking voice is a weakness, marry somebody
who thinks it is the sweetest thing
they have ever heard. Marry somebody
who judges the quality of words

instead. Or if they get stuck in your head
like that one thing you said at a party 2 years ago

that you still regret.
Mar 2014 · 5.8k
Anxiety 101
1923 Mar 2014
if change slips through my fingers, it lingers
in my mind for hours
Mar 2014 · 2.7k
Sound-waves
1923 Mar 2014
If you really like music,
                  there is a tambourine in my chest
and I am almost always shaking. Let's hang out
                  and study each other's octaves while the sound-waves
travel in and out
Mar 2014 · 790
Seven
1923 Mar 2014
world wonders
new starts
billion people
pound hearts

— The End —