hayley-neiningerWhisper

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1I remember her red dress, of how when night came it’s thin straps slipped over her thinner shoulders falling slowly into a wrinkled circle on my floor. I remember her seeing me seeing her put it on in front of our ice curtained window the next morning and even though that dress was too short for autumn she would wear it anyway. I think because she knew it drove me crazy. She would hide it underneath her long winter sweater like she was keeping safe a secret that was only just for me. When she put on that sweater the light from the dawn would sneak out through the tiny holes in the fabric kissing sun-ray freckles on her pale unmarked body. She pulled it over her head ever so slowly. The leisurely motion in some way made me image a 9 year old boy I who for the first time that winter hesitated to pull but his snow boots over thickly crocheted socks. His feet look like her head in some way. Both are somewhat unwilling to slide into warmer weather clothes; hiding a secret warming joy.
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Mar 21, 2013
100,000 Times.I’ll rewrite my words / Hundreds, / Thousands of times.
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Dec 1, 2011
2I’ve always been better at writing than speaking. I find the silent confidence the written word is capable of more beautiful than anything. There is something ironically meek to me about speaking. Speaking is rarely done alone and its constant inflation from other people’s responses tend to distort the true meaning of the original words being spoken. Silence is pure- being untouched by other biases allows the validity of it to always be certain. Unlike the spoken word, the written one alone is found in this surety of truth.
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Mar 21, 2013
Abby, Always.I think if you would let me / I’d treat you like the night sky / I’d bundle up all of your wonderful traits and perfect flaws
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Dec 7, 2015
A Bowel, A Cup."If we were things", he said / "Then what things are we" / I thought on it for a minute
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Apr 14, 2013
A Different Nation.You pledge allegiance to a certain type of government. / A nation that is ruled by fat men / in ***** dens who fill the air so heavy with smoke
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Jul 8, 2013
Advice On Hell.I used to know someone / A someone with a funny neck tie / One that was white
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Oct 17, 2013
Afraid Of The Dark.I cannot fully explain to you / How perplexing it is / To be a 22 year old adult
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Dec 6, 2013
Again Mother.I wish to be my mother / But I am proud to be her daughter / To be a person
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May 27, 2014
All Mother.The thing that I think you don’t realize / Is that all I create all the art I make / All of the words I tie into poetry
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Apr 1, 2013
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