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godsends
godsends
18/F it’s the only dream i ever have
and if I really want it to hurt ill imagine all of the different ways this could have gone like alternate universes in one, we never find our way back to each other. too much hurt and not enough heart and sometimes promises don’t work out. sometimes they shouldn’t. time goes on, we long forget the nights we prayed we never would, and what was meant to be; didn’t. in another, we part. we fall in love with other people like we swore we never would and we take them to the places that were supposed to be ours. there’s a picture of me hidden under your side of the mattress and I still wear the ring. we never forget. in some, you stop asking how my little brother is doing. he stops asking if you’re ever coming over again. in others, we never meet. in one, in my favorite one, everything happens like we imagined. there are no maybes or apologies, no promises of keeping in touch, because we never stop touching. we never stop saying goodnight. we find happiness in Tuesday’s and trips to the store. the stories are true and it’s all worth it in the end. love is enough and so are we. so are we.
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Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC
Make it hurt like a bad poem
I know you don't believe in god, but lately I've been praying. Hear me out. I know you don't believe in god but do you know the one about Lazarus? Do you know the story? The one about resurrection? About saviors? About healing? Are you getting deja-vu yet? I know you don't believe in god but have you seen where they hung me up by the wrists? I think I met you on a Palm Sunday. Here I am three days later. I know you don't believe in god but I know you don't believe in god but you've got stained glass eyes and a velvet pew tongue and these knees don't bend for just any hallelujah. I know you don't believe in god, and really, neither do I. But this is the closest to holy that I've ever felt.
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Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 9:26 PM UTC
A God Story
yeah maybe sometimes i think about you and your skin and your eyelashes and yeah maybe sometimes i trace the shape of your curls in the air with my fingers when i cant sleep and yeah i guess i still think of your name when people ask me about my poetry and sure you could say its a possibility that i only buy candles that smell like you now and i take scalding hot baths to replicate the feeling of your fingertips on my back and
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Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 7:15 PM UTC
4:08 am freewrite
we are our own Gods, all broken-rib Adam and apple flavored sin
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Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC
Modern Genesis
empty starlight kingdoms a bridge of prayers those who question -                                        suffer
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Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 10:13 PM UTC
Gõd
somewhere lavender waves silence space above firelight skies they open doors to a gentle place.
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Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC
Pacific
roads destined by adventure an unknown ticket to anywhere you and I discover the postcard skies together
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Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 10:06 PM UTC
Roadtrip
it's all you. it's skin and sun and sweaty bedsheets. it's light streaming onto your shoulder freckles. it's bad breath kisses anyway. it's callouses and love bruises and i'm sorrys and no you're nots. it's inadvertent smiles and stomach tingling blushes. it's the soft spot on the back of your arm. it's your sleep-jerks and messy eyelashes. it's that scar under your eyebrow, the one that reminds you of your father. it's your hatred of the tea I buy even though you end up drinking it every time. it's you.
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Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 6:54 PM UTC
You
dentists are always telling me how nice my teeth are and when they ask about my brushing routine I wanna tell them about you I wanna tell them I'm trying to scrub off the taste of everyone I kissed after you I wanna explain how I feel close to you again anytime I taste copper. anytime I spit blood I want to tell them about the promises you made, the "I love you"s that hide behind my molars. dentists are always telling me how nice my teeth are and i want to tell them it's because I miss you.
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May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 2:18 PM UTC
Untitled
WHAT THE **** AM I SUPPOSED TO DO ABOUT THE HOLLOW GAP IN MY CHEST THAT YOU DIDNT ******* CARE ENOUGH ABOUT TO PATCH UP WHEN YOU LEFT
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Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC
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