jenna-zito - Hello Poetry

Water sifting between my toes, droplets clinging to my jeans My fingers getting stuck in his knotted brown hair Running, running Water splashing on feathered wings Rocks giving way for love My eyes soaking up sunlight and dust He smiles, kisses my forehead, races towards the blue sky Jumping on clouds, swinging on branches Bowing to oak trees that sprinkle the ground I close my eyes and feel the wrinkles of soil I smile and feel the upward curve of laughter I turn to look for him to tell him I love him But he is gone Gone with the waves that crash on the rocks Gone with the sun that blinds my soul, gone like comforters spilling over pink feet Gone like coffee shops at 3 AM Gone Gone Gone

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Oct 11, 2013

Oct 11, 2013 at 2:03 AM UTC

jenna-zito

Gone

Water sifting between my toes, droplets clinging to my jeans My fingers getting stuck in his knotted brown hair Running, running Water splashing on feathered wings Rocks giving way for love My eyes soaking up sunlight and dust He smiles, kisses my forehead, races towards the blue sky Jumping on clouds, swinging on branches Bowing to oak trees that sprinkle the ground I close my eyes and feel the wrinkles of soil I smile and feel the upward curve of laughter I turn to look for him to tell him I love him But he is gone Gone with the waves that crash on the rocks Gone with the sun that blinds my soul, gone like comforters spilling over pink feet Gone like coffee shops at 3 AM Gone Gone Gone

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Here’s my letter to you. I hate you. I love you. I yearn for you. I can’t stop thinking about you. I draw your face on bread slices and squish them underneath my feet. I see you in the windows of cars passing by. I see you in the exhaustion of the wind that blows through crumpled newspapers. I hear you in the doorknob that won’t unstick. You are the chalk beneath my fingernails. You are the way my coffee swirls when it burns my tongue. You are everywhere. I can’t undo you.

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Dec 2, 2012

Dec 2, 2012 at 1:00 AM UTC

jenna-zito

Twisted Leaves

Here’s my letter to you. I hate you. I love you. I yearn for you. I can’t stop thinking about you. I draw your face on bread slices and squish them underneath my feet. I see you in the windows of cars passing by. I see you in the exhaustion of the wind that blows through crumpled newspapers. I hear you in the doorknob that won’t unstick. You are the chalk beneath my fingernails. You are the way my coffee swirls when it burns my tongue. You are everywhere. I can’t undo you.

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So, come with me Where we can see the trees sway Where the sun is a different color as it sets And the stars dust the night We’ll lay in that brown patch of grass Caterpillars hanging on to leaves The rustling branches scattering the earth And we’ll know what it’s like to feel Mountains with snow drenching its tops Touch my skin, it burns for you Fingers calloused and worn with time The shimmer of the earth Let the grays blanket the rivers The rocks tumbling into sea banks Roots of trees soaking in teals Humming of time long gone I wait for you

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Nov 15, 2011

Nov 15, 2011 at 4:43 PM UTC

jenna-zito

Breathe Fast

So, come with me Where we can see the trees sway Where the sun is a different color as it sets And the stars dust the night We’ll lay in that brown patch of grass Caterpillars hanging on to leaves The rustling branches scattering the earth And we’ll know what it’s like to feel Mountains with snow drenching its tops Touch my skin, it burns for you Fingers calloused and worn with time The shimmer of the earth Let the grays blanket the rivers The rocks tumbling into sea banks Roots of trees soaking in teals Humming of time long gone I wait for you

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Purple skies and wounded hearts Leaves drifting away Growing trees and yellow planes Night turning to day Untuned cellos, crumbs on sheets Grass blades in between toes Aerosol cans and crooked shelves Snowflakes that stay on the nose Purple you and wounded me Us drifting away Growing you and yellow me No one wanting to stay Untuned me, crummy you Two scarred, translucent souls Aerosol me and crooked you I'm dying, but nobody knows.

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Sep 28, 2011

Sep 28, 2011 at 1:07 AM UTC

jenna-zito

Metaphors of the Heart

Purple skies and wounded hearts Leaves drifting away Growing trees and yellow planes Night turning to day Untuned cellos, crumbs on sheets Grass blades in between toes Aerosol cans and crooked shelves Snowflakes that stay on the nose Purple you and wounded me Us drifting away Growing you and yellow me No one wanting to stay Untuned me, crummy you Two scarred, translucent souls Aerosol me and crooked you I'm dying, but nobody knows.

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I'm so tired of crying, I'm so tired of pain, I'm so tired of clouds constantly threatening rain. I'm so sad from this loss, I'm so sad from this grief, I'm so sad I have nothing in which to believe. I used to want life, I used to want love, I used to want someone to always think of. But now that you've left, And now that you're gone, My heart is now shattered, no blood to be drawn.

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Jun 21, 2011

Jun 21, 2011 at 4:55 PM UTC

jenna-zito

The Ending

I'm so tired of crying, I'm so tired of pain, I'm so tired of clouds constantly threatening rain. I'm so sad from this loss, I'm so sad from this grief, I'm so sad I have nothing in which to believe. I used to want life, I used to want love, I used to want someone to always think of. But now that you've left, And now that you're gone, My heart is now shattered, no blood to be drawn.

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Here's the R2D2 Action Figure you mailed, The book of the "Ways I Love You", The picture we colored at home on the beach, Your laces; but only one shoe. My notebook that's filled to the brim with your name, The mix tapes of all of your songs, The engagement ring that you bought me to wear: In this box now is where it belongs. I throw it all in: all our memories and love, The four ***** are now sealed and closed, I wish we could go back to the way that it was, The day when you finally proposed. But I know that we can't; it can't happen, it won't, And I think that I knew from the start That although you love me, and although I love you, It was our love that had kept us apart.

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Apr 12, 2011

Apr 12, 2011 at 2:30 AM UTC

jenna-zito

Love Box

Here's the R2D2 Action Figure you mailed, The book of the "Ways I Love You", The picture we colored at home on the beach, Your laces; but only one shoe. My notebook that's filled to the brim with your name, The mix tapes of all of your songs, The engagement ring that you bought me to wear: In this box now is where it belongs. I throw it all in: all our memories and love, The four ***** are now sealed and closed, I wish we could go back to the way that it was, The day when you finally proposed. But I know that we can't; it can't happen, it won't, And I think that I knew from the start That although you love me, and although I love you, It was our love that had kept us apart.

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I think I love you most in Spring When leaves grow bold and strong Flowers budding on each branch. Tree roots spiral and twist into the damp dirt Earthworms slithering from sewers Slithering Warm wind sifting through blades of grass Misted with dew drops. I take my shoes off and smell the thick air Nature tickling my feet. Roses kissing my cheeks The tip of my nose Warm rain sprinkling the fur of the deer Dashing through the streets. I think I love you most in Fall When leaves crinkle and flutter in the sky Leaving splashes of color on sidewalks And on the top of cars, In puddles splashed by tiny feet. Pumpkins making faces Rolling down driveways Rolling Blades of grass chilled by the cool wind. I take my shoes off and smell the misty air Nature tickling my feet. Roses kissing my cheeks The tips of my ears I think I love you most in Winter When leaves are all but swept away Tree branches barren and lonely Frostbite nipping the dead grass Snowflakes making patterns in the white sky Dusting each bony twig and pavement Icicles hanging from the windows Dripping downwards Dripping Firewood crackling. I take my shoes off and smell the crisp air Nature tickling my feet. I think I love you most in Summer When leaves are solitary greens Sizzling wind blowing Ocean waves crashing on the horizon Where the orange sun meets the sky Bicycles littering parks and towns Outside of shop stores Rusty hose water spilling into streets Spilling Roses kissing my cheeks I think I love you Slithering Rolling Dripping Spilling I think I love you

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Jan 30, 2011

Jan 30, 2011 at 8:13 PM UTC

jenna-zito

Love in Spring

I think I love you most in Spring When leaves grow bold and strong Flowers budding on each branch. Tree roots spiral and twist into the damp dirt Earthworms slithering from sewers Slithering Warm wind sifting through blades of grass Misted with dew drops. I take my shoes off and smell the thick air Nature tickling my feet. Roses kissing my cheeks The tip of my nose Warm rain sprinkling the fur of the deer Dashing through the streets. I think I love you most in Fall When leaves crinkle and flutter in the sky Leaving splashes of color on sidewalks And on the top of cars, In puddles splashed by tiny feet. Pumpkins making faces Rolling down driveways Rolling Blades of grass chilled by the cool wind. I take my shoes off and smell the misty air Nature tickling my feet. Roses kissing my cheeks The tips of my ears I think I love you most in Winter When leaves are all but swept away Tree branches barren and lonely Frostbite nipping the dead grass Snowflakes making patterns in the white sky Dusting each bony twig and pavement Icicles hanging from the windows Dripping downwards Dripping Firewood crackling. I take my shoes off and smell the crisp air Nature tickling my feet. I think I love you most in Summer When leaves are solitary greens Sizzling wind blowing Ocean waves crashing on the horizon Where the orange sun meets the sky Bicycles littering parks and towns Outside of shop stores Rusty hose water spilling into streets Spilling Roses kissing my cheeks I think I love you Slithering Rolling Dripping Spilling I think I love you

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I know this hurt, I’ve been hurt before. My eyes are still stinging; My body is sore. I know this hurt, My stomach in knots. My whole body’s shaking, Alone with my thoughts. I know this hurt, I know I’m not fine. But something feels wrong. What’s different this time?

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Jan 30, 2011

Jan 30, 2011 at 8:09 PM UTC

jenna-zito

Hurting

I know this hurt, I’ve been hurt before. My eyes are still stinging; My body is sore. I know this hurt, My stomach in knots. My whole body’s shaking, Alone with my thoughts. I know this hurt, I know I’m not fine. But something feels wrong. What’s different this time?

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