crystaljune - Hello Poetry

Marble lilies Fingers crossed while I kiss you You dip into my atmosphere Suckle at my firebed Press a penny on each eye I bite my cheek and then your neck I pluck the torch from the old man in the corner Jagged fingerprints, metronome breaths Spell my name with your heartbeat I'll spell hers Lean over the wretched vessel I'm with her now Rosewater, braided love A brush, a wish, a linger Your lilies shatter on your own expectations She laughs like butter I lick my lips

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Feb 8, 2019

Feb 8, 2019 at 2:09 AM UTC

Laughs Like Butter

Marble lilies Fingers crossed while I kiss you You dip into my atmosphere Suckle at my firebed Press a penny on each eye I bite my cheek and then your neck I pluck the torch from the old man in the corner Jagged fingerprints, metronome breaths Spell my name with your heartbeat I'll spell hers Lean over the wretched vessel I'm with her now Rosewater, braided love A brush, a wish, a linger Your lilies shatter on your own expectations She laughs like butter I lick my lips

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I don't want to live like Brian; I don't want to live by dying. Everybody wants to love him; He doesn't know how to let them. I don't want to be like Brian; I know when he smiles he's trying To regain the feeling -- The love, the pain, the healing. It's overwhelming being Obligated to love her back. Love's a burden, A burning match -- He holds it, Watching it turn black, But he doesn't feel the heat.

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Feb 8, 2019

Feb 8, 2019 at 2:00 AM UTC

Burnout

I don't want to live like Brian; I don't want to live by dying. Everybody wants to love him; He doesn't know how to let them. I don't want to be like Brian; I know when he smiles he's trying To regain the feeling -- The love, the pain, the healing. It's overwhelming being Obligated to love her back. Love's a burden, A burning match -- He holds it, Watching it turn black, But he doesn't feel the heat.

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(Him) Label me with love, Bind and blind me with your love. Unstable with your love, I fall under your love. Tell me who I am, And I'll hold onto my secret. You're a man in woman's land -- You'll never keep me, but I'll keep it. . (Her) She sets the stars in evening light, Plucks and places firelight. Fingers gentle, sure and strong, Lips tell secrets to my palm. Her kiss lingers, rubbing pink; I close my fist and keep it for me. This is love and this is joy -- She's my man, and I'm her boy. Pray for peace to a god unknown . . . At the very least, I've found my one.

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Feb 8, 2019

Feb 8, 2019 at 1:53 AM UTC

Him/Her

(Him) Label me with love, Bind and blind me with your love. Unstable with your love, I fall under your love. Tell me who I am, And I'll hold onto my secret. You're a man in woman's land -- You'll never keep me, but I'll keep it. . (Her) She sets the stars in evening light, Plucks and places firelight. Fingers gentle, sure and strong, Lips tell secrets to my palm. Her kiss lingers, rubbing pink; I close my fist and keep it for me. This is love and this is joy -- She's my man, and I'm her boy. Pray for peace to a god unknown . . . At the very least, I've found my one.

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Pay for patience, Pray for time. Less is more, but more is mine. So, I'll wait -- I'll hesitate To make the move you asked me to. Your hair is wrong; your curls are long. I'll think of hers when I'm with you. . Lydia lifted me up with her gaze, And I pushed her back 'til our lips had turned chapped. We danced the salsa 'til night became day. No, you'll never match a magic like that.

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Feb 8, 2019

Feb 8, 2019 at 1:34 AM UTC

Passports Past

Pay for patience, Pray for time. Less is more, but more is mine. So, I'll wait -- I'll hesitate To make the move you asked me to. Your hair is wrong; your curls are long. I'll think of hers when I'm with you. . Lydia lifted me up with her gaze, And I pushed her back 'til our lips had turned chapped. We danced the salsa 'til night became day. No, you'll never match a magic like that.

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I'm a beginner's violin, A rental for newborns, Carried crooked, strummed silly -- A hasty, cacophonous frustration. Sometimes, my abuser will discover a melody within, But I'm left abandoned each and every time. A bruised composite of groans and tireless hours, I'm useless to the former novice -- To the master musician seeking a worthy companion -- And I'm tossed to the next clueless dreamer. I'm nothing but a stepping stone, The first on the path -- the most walked-on of all. I'm the start of a new journey, never the finish. I'm the easiest one to trample. I'm the training wheels that the little boy hates that he needs, All too eager to outgrow and to pry from his bike of a life. I'm the catalyst that pushes caterpillar to butterfly. Most supportive, least desired, Once I raise them, they're gone by morning -- Never a thank you, never a nod, never a thought.

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Jan 29, 2018

Jan 29, 2018 at 1:38 AM UTC

To start, but not to finish

I'm a beginner's violin, A rental for newborns, Carried crooked, strummed silly -- A hasty, cacophonous frustration. Sometimes, my abuser will discover a melody within, But I'm left abandoned each and every time. A bruised composite of groans and tireless hours, I'm useless to the former novice -- To the master musician seeking a worthy companion -- And I'm tossed to the next clueless dreamer. I'm nothing but a stepping stone, The first on the path -- the most walked-on of all. I'm the start of a new journey, never the finish. I'm the easiest one to trample. I'm the training wheels that the little boy hates that he needs, All too eager to outgrow and to pry from his bike of a life. I'm the catalyst that pushes caterpillar to butterfly. Most supportive, least desired, Once I raise them, they're gone by morning -- Never a thank you, never a nod, never a thought.

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Laying beside you, I'm a breathless contradiction: Burrowed in the earth, held constant and strong, Yet weightlessly floating above the seaside bluffs -- The atmospheric whistling sending me up, up, up. I tried lifting you with me, but this wistless current was only meant for one -- Only sent to separate, to end before we had begun. You're an accidental anvil, A sole coyote that hunted a suburban puppy dog And felt remorse. The only one to regret killing such beloved pet (But you know you'll do it again come Friday). Survival outweighs compassion immeasurably. Let me down now? You always seemed so good at it before. My lungs grew heavy and my tongue is sore From tracing your name silently along the backs of my teeth, But it's like an overworn stick of gum. The flavor's right there on the package, But all the taste is gone. You told me exactly how we would end -- The rest of our stash of smuggled fireworks shooting out all at once, The grand ******* finale. But the one thing that you never said was when. I guess I should've asked.

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Jan 28, 2018

Jan 28, 2018 at 4:32 AM UTC

Chewing Gum

Laying beside you, I'm a breathless contradiction: Burrowed in the earth, held constant and strong, Yet weightlessly floating above the seaside bluffs -- The atmospheric whistling sending me up, up, up. I tried lifting you with me, but this wistless current was only meant for one -- Only sent to separate, to end before we had begun. You're an accidental anvil, A sole coyote that hunted a suburban puppy dog And felt remorse. The only one to regret killing such beloved pet (But you know you'll do it again come Friday). Survival outweighs compassion immeasurably. Let me down now? You always seemed so good at it before. My lungs grew heavy and my tongue is sore From tracing your name silently along the backs of my teeth, But it's like an overworn stick of gum. The flavor's right there on the package, But all the taste is gone. You told me exactly how we would end -- The rest of our stash of smuggled fireworks shooting out all at once, The grand ******* finale. But the one thing that you never said was when. I guess I should've asked.

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Slow, fast, slow, fast. My mind moves in circles every time that you walk past. But then we're a messy tangle of muddled limbs -- Your bony edges on my pale, pale skin, And **** it, I let you in, As if the world will wait for us to separate Before daring to turn again. Is it my turn again? To be the one to calm your anxious mind, To pull the end to help unwind, unravel those fears Held in cavities left untraveled since braver, younger years -- But now it's time. Pause the pain, halt the worry, I'm still right here, no need to hurry! Intimacy need not be cause to panic any longer. I once was weak, but I've grown stronger -- Stronger with the smiles you share in the early morning, My hair in your face and the tension forming Until we decide to breathe as one for a while or two. Somehow, I never grow tired of you -- Rather, tired with you. And we'll stay in bed all day and throw our lonely lives away, Convincing ourselves that hiding under blankets can stop the clocks -- Drowning out the ticking sounds with our legs interwoven, Our desperate lips forever locked. Or so it seems, but we both know exactly how this all will go... But oh, I hope that this'll last. Out of all the slows, let this not go fast.

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Jan 28, 2018

Jan 28, 2018 at 4:24 AM UTC

Steady May She Go

Slow, fast, slow, fast. My mind moves in circles every time that you walk past. But then we're a messy tangle of muddled limbs -- Your bony edges on my pale, pale skin, And **** it, I let you in, As if the world will wait for us to separate Before daring to turn again. Is it my turn again? To be the one to calm your anxious mind, To pull the end to help unwind, unravel those fears Held in cavities left untraveled since braver, younger years -- But now it's time. Pause the pain, halt the worry, I'm still right here, no need to hurry! Intimacy need not be cause to panic any longer. I once was weak, but I've grown stronger -- Stronger with the smiles you share in the early morning, My hair in your face and the tension forming Until we decide to breathe as one for a while or two. Somehow, I never grow tired of you -- Rather, tired with you. And we'll stay in bed all day and throw our lonely lives away, Convincing ourselves that hiding under blankets can stop the clocks -- Drowning out the ticking sounds with our legs interwoven, Our desperate lips forever locked. Or so it seems, but we both know exactly how this all will go... But oh, I hope that this'll last. Out of all the slows, let this not go fast.

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Oh, I'd like to throw you in the sky and run you like a kite Smiling as I'm watching you fly above me Taking you to endless, breathless, /boundless/ heights But, oh, my feet would tire soon And the breeze would drop and so would you And you'd crash down at my feet And you'd know now that I'm incomplete high But I'd hope you'd remember the While you're down here dealing with the low I'd hope you had the courage to fly once more . . . with someone else pulling the string from down below

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Dec 12, 2017

Dec 12, 2017 at 5:30 AM UTC

Strings Attached

Oh, I'd like to throw you in the sky and run you like a kite Smiling as I'm watching you fly above me Taking you to endless, breathless, /boundless/ heights But, oh, my feet would tire soon And the breeze would drop and so would you And you'd crash down at my feet And you'd know now that I'm incomplete high But I'd hope you'd remember the While you're down here dealing with the low I'd hope you had the courage to fly once more . . . with someone else pulling the string from down below

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Head hung low, Back hunched, Arched inward. Dragging. Life, body, dreams - All dragging. Once, neck straight. Once, shoulders back. Once. Once naive. One. One shot to shoulder, One to knee, One to chest. Rest. Rest. Rest. An empty eternity.

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Aug 20, 2017

Aug 20, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC

One-Zero

Head hung low, Back hunched, Arched inward. Dragging. Life, body, dreams - All dragging. Once, neck straight. Once, shoulders back. Once. Once naive. One. One shot to shoulder, One to knee, One to chest. Rest. Rest. Rest. An empty eternity.

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My insides crash And my lungs explode And my eyes squeeze shut And everything is urgent. Muscles tense like that last argument - You yelled, I cried. Isolate. Isolate. Go away. Numb, yet bursting with pain; Shot down & wounded. Truly an attack.

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Aug 19, 2017

Aug 19, 2017 at 12:57 AM UTC

When is an appropriate time to panic?

My insides crash And my lungs explode And my eyes squeeze shut And everything is urgent. Muscles tense like that last argument - You yelled, I cried. Isolate. Isolate. Go away. Numb, yet bursting with pain; Shot down & wounded. Truly an attack.

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