deana-luna - Hello Poetry

it hits me at night deep in it i find the loss wrapped in a silk scarf and a sly smile lover, you are what is missing tonight in the middle of the lake

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Dec 9, 2016

Dec 9, 2016 at 9:06 PM UTC

a lake

it hits me at night deep in it i find the loss wrapped in a silk scarf and a sly smile lover, you are what is missing tonight in the middle of the lake

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I. switching my hands with yours in the dark wetness of night the burn is worth it let me tell you cold hard marble a solid hand to hold until the crumble **** you are not one to trust II. my grandmother told me it's good to get your heart broken/////to open it up to bring out your truth you need to be broken to find yourself raw are you the grenade for my undoing and redoing? a tool that’s it undo redo undo redo i know this III. where is my bed IV. last night i got dolled up i went out i stayed out late i wanted to be a bad girl you know i saw you coming out of smoke your knuckles like marble like ones i knew i wanted to kneel down and kiss them and beg for you to punch me in the face but instead i took you home pressed your body against my body to make sure mine was still there

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Dec 5, 2016

Dec 5, 2016 at 12:31 AM UTC

stone cold

I. switching my hands with yours in the dark wetness of night the burn is worth it let me tell you cold hard marble a solid hand to hold until the crumble **** you are not one to trust II. my grandmother told me it's good to get your heart broken/////to open it up to bring out your truth you need to be broken to find yourself raw are you the grenade for my undoing and redoing? a tool that’s it undo redo undo redo i know this III. where is my bed IV. last night i got dolled up i went out i stayed out late i wanted to be a bad girl you know i saw you coming out of smoke your knuckles like marble like ones i knew i wanted to kneel down and kiss them and beg for you to punch me in the face but instead i took you home pressed your body against my body to make sure mine was still there

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here we are together in one endless room surrounded with lights candles burning hot blue and yellow the pickled platter you brought a sour attitude and a warm heart.

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Nov 27, 2016

Nov 27, 2016 at 2:02 AM UTC

pickled heart

here we are together in one endless room surrounded with lights candles burning hot blue and yellow the pickled platter you brought a sour attitude and a warm heart.

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grab my hair like stubborn grass slow slow and secret you are an invitation too easy and the sheets around me are red with you red pillows red sheets red room red affect red red red thighs bee and flower moth and light

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Oct 24, 2016

Oct 24, 2016 at 11:37 PM UTC

stubborn grass

grab my hair like stubborn grass slow slow and secret you are an invitation too easy and the sheets around me are red with you red pillows red sheets red room red affect red red red thighs bee and flower moth and light

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xxxxxxx i see you in curves of blue in crooks in shadows in empty streets you are behind the refrigerator you are hiding in my closet you are creeping underneath my bed

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Oct 20, 2016

Oct 20, 2016 at 2:07 AM UTC

**

xxxxxxx i see you in curves of blue in crooks in shadows in empty streets you are behind the refrigerator you are hiding in my closet you are creeping underneath my bed

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it goes::: i am waiting for you at the window i am waiting for you at the hilt i am waiting for you at the threshold and my room is swimming.

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Oct 14, 2016

Oct 14, 2016 at 12:50 AM UTC

the hilt

it goes::: i am waiting for you at the window i am waiting for you at the hilt i am waiting for you at the threshold and my room is swimming.

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1. but i do remember the way you taste i do remember your chest closing in on mine squeezing each breath from my lungs. i liked the way your skin tasted and there is no way to exclude that from my memory even if the rest of you is a smoke hidden blue and burning in my heart. i rolled you up in apples and honey roasted peanut butter three years ago and no matter how i spin it it still tastes bitter. 2. you’ve undressed in front of her before but this time is different. her eyes linger and you aren’t sure if she is admiring your ****** piercings or the stretch marks on your thighs but you stay there immobile letting her devour you in the explosion of the moment. you let the feeling spread in your chest down through each mark. 3. how many shooting stars have i missed watching you ***

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Aug 5, 2016

Aug 5, 2016 at 10:21 PM UTC

1. 2. 3.

1. but i do remember the way you taste i do remember your chest closing in on mine squeezing each breath from my lungs. i liked the way your skin tasted and there is no way to exclude that from my memory even if the rest of you is a smoke hidden blue and burning in my heart. i rolled you up in apples and honey roasted peanut butter three years ago and no matter how i spin it it still tastes bitter. 2. you’ve undressed in front of her before but this time is different. her eyes linger and you aren’t sure if she is admiring your ****** piercings or the stretch marks on your thighs but you stay there immobile letting her devour you in the explosion of the moment. you let the feeling spread in your chest down through each mark. 3. how many shooting stars have i missed watching you ***

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zoned out distant in the curve of a cloud an outlying perspective detached and hanging in a moment of flat affect an idea blooms and bubbles in my mouth you haven’t asked me enough questions you haven’t asked me enough questions how will you know .

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May 24, 2016

May 24, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC

(u)nknow me

zoned out distant in the curve of a cloud an outlying perspective detached and hanging in a moment of flat affect an idea blooms and bubbles in my mouth you haven’t asked me enough questions you haven’t asked me enough questions how will you know .

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a synesthete i swallow our memories in color pink when you touched my tattoo for the first time your fingers sticking to each line as if the ridges were stairs you were careful walking down as if i was something you were ever trepidatious about. grey for seeing you again in the car with rap blasting louder than my thoughts i was thankful for that green for lying on your velvet couch clutching myself so i didn’t fall apart all over your apartment careful not to leave an arm in your bedroom my stomach on your kitchen chair .a rainbow. prickly beads of sweat around my eyes that is not what you noticed instead oceans of what you needed from me. grey grey . grey . a sunny sort of rain. a gloomy apetite.

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May 19, 2016

May 19, 2016 at 1:00 PM UTC

grey grey grey

a synesthete i swallow our memories in color pink when you touched my tattoo for the first time your fingers sticking to each line as if the ridges were stairs you were careful walking down as if i was something you were ever trepidatious about. grey for seeing you again in the car with rap blasting louder than my thoughts i was thankful for that green for lying on your velvet couch clutching myself so i didn’t fall apart all over your apartment careful not to leave an arm in your bedroom my stomach on your kitchen chair .a rainbow. prickly beads of sweat around my eyes that is not what you noticed instead oceans of what you needed from me. grey grey . grey . a sunny sort of rain. a gloomy apetite.

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graveyard poetry likes him to be above her all the time stripping away the decorative place a pin on the nightstand hungry ghosts with night thoughts musings upon mortality while pushing cobwebs from the feeling i was a moonlit, star-kissed child of the night and have been catapulted into the deep ocean

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May 17, 2016

May 17, 2016 at 11:49 PM UTC

nightthoughtssss

graveyard poetry likes him to be above her all the time stripping away the decorative place a pin on the nightstand hungry ghosts with night thoughts musings upon mortality while pushing cobwebs from the feeling i was a moonlit, star-kissed child of the night and have been catapulted into the deep ocean

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