ana-leejay - Hello Poetry

outside of my window i watch the town turn into a skeleton of the summertime the trees have all starved themselves and withered away the road covered in a dull cold fog as if God himself ripped and erased the gold sketches of July how odd I miss the afternoons I spent boxed in a cubicle stacks and stacks of meaningless endless work on the edge of my desk, like a poor boy in an assembly line but when id come home you'd lay me down like a hot cup of coffee countdown my vertebrae with your fingertips like a boy in an old attic and i was your archive i was that page in the encyclopedia i was that record in the juxebox and when id fall asleep, i was the kid on Christmas Eve maybe the world around us was blazing in dantes inferno maybe the world ran out of fossil fuel countries filed bankrupt the apocalypse begun or aliens attacked maybe everyone fled to the moon and the earth was nothing but a disposable waste but what would i care under your arms i didnt even complain about the weather

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Jan 3, 2015

Jan 3, 2015 at 3:48 AM UTC

ana-leejay

love poem #6

outside of my window i watch the town turn into a skeleton of the summertime the trees have all starved themselves and withered away the road covered in a dull cold fog as if God himself ripped and erased the gold sketches of July how odd I miss the afternoons I spent boxed in a cubicle stacks and stacks of meaningless endless work on the edge of my desk, like a poor boy in an assembly line but when id come home you'd lay me down like a hot cup of coffee countdown my vertebrae with your fingertips like a boy in an old attic and i was your archive i was that page in the encyclopedia i was that record in the juxebox and when id fall asleep, i was the kid on Christmas Eve maybe the world around us was blazing in dantes inferno maybe the world ran out of fossil fuel countries filed bankrupt the apocalypse begun or aliens attacked maybe everyone fled to the moon and the earth was nothing but a disposable waste but what would i care under your arms i didnt even complain about the weather

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when I think of you i think after rain smell sky scrapers and bridges tinted by fog, the busy streets empty yet filled with grey you carried yourself like your body was a tourist's favorite love poem nothing but a weekend for foreigners, your soft spots were man made and your spine was cemented so it's easier for people to step on you I cared for you after the tornadoes hit when your oceans were hallow and just sand I did not resort in you you were not five stars to me you were constellations I wonder where you are now off being someone else's city when you could've always just been my home

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Sep 7, 2014

Sep 7, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC

ana-leejay

where are you now

when I think of you i think after rain smell sky scrapers and bridges tinted by fog, the busy streets empty yet filled with grey you carried yourself like your body was a tourist's favorite love poem nothing but a weekend for foreigners, your soft spots were man made and your spine was cemented so it's easier for people to step on you I cared for you after the tornadoes hit when your oceans were hallow and just sand I did not resort in you you were not five stars to me you were constellations I wonder where you are now off being someone else's city when you could've always just been my home

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before the clock starved our summer fling I remember how we would feast off hour glass sand spend every last minute as if we just discovered honey, we would sweet tooth away each other's edges and the taste of your mouth I silver spoon fed you with time as if we can live forever but no one has ever survived on sugar and like us no one has ever tried

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Sep 3, 2014

Sep 3, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC

ana-leejay

craving

before the clock starved our summer fling I remember how we would feast off hour glass sand spend every last minute as if we just discovered honey, we would sweet tooth away each other's edges and the taste of your mouth I silver spoon fed you with time as if we can live forever but no one has ever survived on sugar and like us no one has ever tried

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stars are caught, frozen in the honey jar of the sky while your shirt reeks of bonfire wood your eyes fall red, heavy you watch me all dizzy you lie your head on my lap and close your eyes wrapping your hands and arms around my child thighs you wanderer soaking under the neon revelry of youth loud music, fast cars, hard liquor mixed with juice and now I remember: you would hold me and I loved you the way a child loved the beauty of an ocean from pressing their face against a fish tank we weren't going to last but I have never felt so close

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Jun 25, 2014

Jun 25, 2014 at 3:45 AM UTC

ana-leejay

first

stars are caught, frozen in the honey jar of the sky while your shirt reeks of bonfire wood your eyes fall red, heavy you watch me all dizzy you lie your head on my lap and close your eyes wrapping your hands and arms around my child thighs you wanderer soaking under the neon revelry of youth loud music, fast cars, hard liquor mixed with juice and now I remember: you would hold me and I loved you the way a child loved the beauty of an ocean from pressing their face against a fish tank we weren't going to last but I have never felt so close

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we worry of death and dying like they are the same thing, one is nothingness, a phone call never reached a vacant lot and we are all just one child finding comfort in how the streetlight flickers in rhythm one is defeat after an ancestry of men evolved from savages to creators everything from electrical currents to carousel rides one is realizing our only fight in life is survival, and how we are all born to fail dying is free falling it's resistance it's madness dying is getting married and having kids and building a life over white fences and yellow porches -- I keep writing this poem because I have this imagery in my head that I will be in the back of some yellow taxi cab, texting you and some drunk driver will slam their car into mine. and I fear, the last thing you would ever hear from me is "okay" or "lol" or "see ya"

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Dec 26, 2013

Dec 26, 2013 at 4:54 PM UTC

ana-leejay

death and dying

we worry of death and dying like they are the same thing, one is nothingness, a phone call never reached a vacant lot and we are all just one child finding comfort in how the streetlight flickers in rhythm one is defeat after an ancestry of men evolved from savages to creators everything from electrical currents to carousel rides one is realizing our only fight in life is survival, and how we are all born to fail dying is free falling it's resistance it's madness dying is getting married and having kids and building a life over white fences and yellow porches -- I keep writing this poem because I have this imagery in my head that I will be in the back of some yellow taxi cab, texting you and some drunk driver will slam their car into mine. and I fear, the last thing you would ever hear from me is "okay" or "lol" or "see ya"

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i imagine you golden sun always behind you peaks of light through the curve of your neck, the outlines of your jaw i imagine you found like anchor shaped shoulders swimming the pacific draped with blonde ribbons and confetti dusk i imagine pages of calender flipped and turned never spoken in familiar tones our names never heard only a simple thought before the bus how did we get here? backs facing from opposite sides of the bench a reflex to turn my head away when you look at me like a buried sin, a mumbled confession half smiling to salvation the moon floating on indigo sky the way I would rest on your chest specs of childhood and uncertainty shaping into dying stars and serenity a volcano eruption of broken promises and we rest, like we have already been turned to stone we rest, like we have died before and again we rest, like we already met in our next lives i imagine this is what nirvana feels like but in this truth, you are not here, empty in the marks of november pages left blank in the corners i folded to remember your name it is not fair to call you a stranger but it is not fair to call you anything more

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Nov 19, 2013

Nov 19, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC

ana-leejay

strangers

i imagine you golden sun always behind you peaks of light through the curve of your neck, the outlines of your jaw i imagine you found like anchor shaped shoulders swimming the pacific draped with blonde ribbons and confetti dusk i imagine pages of calender flipped and turned never spoken in familiar tones our names never heard only a simple thought before the bus how did we get here? backs facing from opposite sides of the bench a reflex to turn my head away when you look at me like a buried sin, a mumbled confession half smiling to salvation the moon floating on indigo sky the way I would rest on your chest specs of childhood and uncertainty shaping into dying stars and serenity a volcano eruption of broken promises and we rest, like we have already been turned to stone we rest, like we have died before and again we rest, like we already met in our next lives i imagine this is what nirvana feels like but in this truth, you are not here, empty in the marks of november pages left blank in the corners i folded to remember your name it is not fair to call you a stranger but it is not fair to call you anything more

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woman we have fought this war before do you remember this feeling in the absence of dawn our swords shaped like crescent moons and our fists clenching into pond water thin Lilly pads healing old soars lovers spinning around the orbit of a woman's thigh spine trembling I will not give up because I have shared too many shades of indigo to be the other woman I have given too much silk and lavender air to be a bedtime story a midnight call borrowed time an option a lie woman I have fought this war limbs bending into someone who can win affection If there ever was a way I have given my palms to him the curve of my body the backs of my ears my opposable thumbs my sweet tooth I have given him not everything but the choice to take anything because fighting and war are two different things one is of passion, unexpected, the other are waves of the loudest ocean a never ending grudge of today's and tomorrow's a tug of war in the infinite universe rooted from centuries of ancestors who have lost a battle destined before birth fighting and war are two different things one will pass the other won't and that's when I know I have won

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Nov 13, 2013

Nov 13, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC

ana-leejay

Untitled

woman we have fought this war before do you remember this feeling in the absence of dawn our swords shaped like crescent moons and our fists clenching into pond water thin Lilly pads healing old soars lovers spinning around the orbit of a woman's thigh spine trembling I will not give up because I have shared too many shades of indigo to be the other woman I have given too much silk and lavender air to be a bedtime story a midnight call borrowed time an option a lie woman I have fought this war limbs bending into someone who can win affection If there ever was a way I have given my palms to him the curve of my body the backs of my ears my opposable thumbs my sweet tooth I have given him not everything but the choice to take anything because fighting and war are two different things one is of passion, unexpected, the other are waves of the loudest ocean a never ending grudge of today's and tomorrow's a tug of war in the infinite universe rooted from centuries of ancestors who have lost a battle destined before birth fighting and war are two different things one will pass the other won't and that's when I know I have won

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woman we have fought this war before do you remember this feeling in the absence of dawn our swords shaped like crescent moons and our fists clenching into pond water thin Lilly pads healing old soars lovers spinning around the orbit of a woman's thigh spine trembling like the promised a child I told long ago I will not give up because I have shared too many shades of indigo to be the other woman I have given too much silk and lavender air to be a bedtime story a midnight call borrowed time an option a lie woman I have fought this war limbs bending into someone who can win affection If there ever was a way I have given my palms to him the curve of my body the backs of my ears my opposable thumbs my sweet tooth I have given him not everything but the choice to take anything because fighting and war are two different things one is of passion, unexpected, the other are waves of the loudest ocean a never ending grudge of today's and tomorrow's a tug of war in the infinite universe rooted from centuries of ancestors who have lost a battle destined before birth fighting and war are two different things one will pass the other won't and that's when I know I have won

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Nov 13, 2013

Nov 13, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC

ana-leejay

woman

woman we have fought this war before do you remember this feeling in the absence of dawn our swords shaped like crescent moons and our fists clenching into pond water thin Lilly pads healing old soars lovers spinning around the orbit of a woman's thigh spine trembling like the promised a child I told long ago I will not give up because I have shared too many shades of indigo to be the other woman I have given too much silk and lavender air to be a bedtime story a midnight call borrowed time an option a lie woman I have fought this war limbs bending into someone who can win affection If there ever was a way I have given my palms to him the curve of my body the backs of my ears my opposable thumbs my sweet tooth I have given him not everything but the choice to take anything because fighting and war are two different things one is of passion, unexpected, the other are waves of the loudest ocean a never ending grudge of today's and tomorrow's a tug of war in the infinite universe rooted from centuries of ancestors who have lost a battle destined before birth fighting and war are two different things one will pass the other won't and that's when I know I have won

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the road looks like two aisles of Christmas lights all turning their sides into the dim night asleep in the comfort of sheets bought by people who love them the dogs homed to the fences of my neighbors are all asleep the mice and the raccoons are walking back home the birds have whispered their prayers the stray cats are done for the day all in the tug of night ready to sleep but the ants and the cockroaches the flies and spiders are all out restless passing by sleeping children and drunk men lining up the instruments setting up the dance free and safe words on a soldier's tongue before residue and ripped cloth are hung by their guns and boots I am awake in perfect harmony a balance of night and day of an agreement the moon and sun had in the beginning of time I am a pest reincarnated from a man who's days and nights were whiskey and the smell of a hooker's breath luck and karma spelled on the bents of my body I was not a good man and now I am nothing more than a spec of darkness in your vast blue sky nothing more than stains on pearl walls in the mornings I wake dreaming of my body being shaped back into a pulse of a mans promising to be better I wake to a toddler staring down at me step on me hit me with your storybook or hide me release me to the corners I belong I am nothing more but the ripped spine of a leaf I am nothing more than the roughest patch of a child's palm I have always been nothing more I am nothing more I am nothing and yet I have been given time to be

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Oct 14, 2013

Oct 14, 2013 at 11:04 AM UTC

ana-leejay

Jehovah's witness

the road looks like two aisles of Christmas lights all turning their sides into the dim night asleep in the comfort of sheets bought by people who love them the dogs homed to the fences of my neighbors are all asleep the mice and the raccoons are walking back home the birds have whispered their prayers the stray cats are done for the day all in the tug of night ready to sleep but the ants and the cockroaches the flies and spiders are all out restless passing by sleeping children and drunk men lining up the instruments setting up the dance free and safe words on a soldier's tongue before residue and ripped cloth are hung by their guns and boots I am awake in perfect harmony a balance of night and day of an agreement the moon and sun had in the beginning of time I am a pest reincarnated from a man who's days and nights were whiskey and the smell of a hooker's breath luck and karma spelled on the bents of my body I was not a good man and now I am nothing more than a spec of darkness in your vast blue sky nothing more than stains on pearl walls in the mornings I wake dreaming of my body being shaped back into a pulse of a mans promising to be better I wake to a toddler staring down at me step on me hit me with your storybook or hide me release me to the corners I belong I am nothing more but the ripped spine of a leaf I am nothing more than the roughest patch of a child's palm I have always been nothing more I am nothing more I am nothing and yet I have been given time to be

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have I been here before lying under sheets I have covered our bodies with when the midnights have been chills our naked feet relying on the warmth of corners and limbs listening to airplane skies and the echoes of infomercials sending radio waves through my thin walls the sound of you breathing as trees sway along my blinds if I compared you sleeping to music will it be harder to let go the nights have always been the same airport schedules have always followed routine the trees and the cars passing by will always be stuck between my shades all has happened before and after you and my poetry will never save me frosted upon my bed I am gazing the ceiling an absence of stars nothing but sky and I think of a time when inside your arms it way okay

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Oct 11, 2013

Oct 11, 2013 at 4:20 PM UTC

ana-leejay

when I am thinking about you

have I been here before lying under sheets I have covered our bodies with when the midnights have been chills our naked feet relying on the warmth of corners and limbs listening to airplane skies and the echoes of infomercials sending radio waves through my thin walls the sound of you breathing as trees sway along my blinds if I compared you sleeping to music will it be harder to let go the nights have always been the same airport schedules have always followed routine the trees and the cars passing by will always be stuck between my shades all has happened before and after you and my poetry will never save me frosted upon my bed I am gazing the ceiling an absence of stars nothing but sky and I think of a time when inside your arms it way okay

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