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jessie-storm
I heard you were losing yourself. I heard you’d been sought out by darkness, And although I knew how quickly That unwavering night Could grind a person to dust, I prayed that you’d find light In and around you, To melt away those shadows. Years passed, And there was safety in numbers All those months, weeks and sunlit days told me *This boy must’ve patched up His fractured mind; Surely he’s filled up those black holes Brimful with glowing remedies So they can’t eat him alive.* But today the rain falls like tears To wash away the brine That clings to our cheeks. Today there aren’t words Or explanations, There’s just an emptiness That’s filled with Echoes of you. The saddest part Is that in this huge chaotic world, Full of love and hope and kindred spirits, There was still a vacuum of solitude For your aching heart That made you believe You were completely Alone. But it’s not over, sweet boy, For as long as your name Keeps falling out of our mouths And into our shaking hands You’ll be lingering at our fingertips, Unreachable But somehow Here.
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Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 2:34 AM UTC
For G
My life always felt so small, Like I could only feel the ripples Because I was throwing the stones Into the velveteen water lapping at my ankles, And there was surely no great landscape Beyond the canyons on my palms; Surely no magnificent oceans Behind the tides in my eyes. Yet I thought I felt everything tonight, Pressing in from the dimly-lit Corners of my bedroom. I thought maybe I could feel Something fragile and enormous Made from echoes of the dreams I had when I was sleeping, And fractures of the ones I broke While I was waking. I thought I felt the rush Of all the breaths I ever took And every gasp of air I’ll breathe again, Woven in and out of each other Like fading lace. I remembered a dream I had two nights ago And wondered why it felt so real, And why it felt so full of sorrow Even though everyone was smiling.
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Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 11:01 AM UTC
Everything
This is the strangest and most beautiful ache. Every atom of my being Is exhausted From thinking of you. Not just in my head, But a kind of whole-body thought, Like I’ve been possessed by some Insidious spirit. I’m not calling you wicked, But I might need an exorcism Pretty soon. After the other night, When we finally opened up, Heart first, And then you left me, Heart calling, I’ve been diving into dark oceans Without an oxygen tank; I’ve been weaving nooses Out of heartstrings And wrapping them around myself Like a knotted blanket. Like a rough cocoon. Release me as a butterfly. Let me go alive. Leave some meat on my bones. I think I must’ve stitched My heart to yours, And the thread’s come undone, But the scars have almost healed. It’s going to bleed rivers When I have to cut them apart again. Little Siamese hearts, You can’t stay that way forever.
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 11:12 PM UTC
Siamese Hearts
My daughter’s learning how to swim But I’m the one who’s drowning, Face down in an endless sea While my babies lie in an empty bath; I think your blackened mind must’ve Emptied your heart, So that when you gazed Into the mouths of screaming babes, And saw my name written in fear Cascading from their frozen throats You could break off a horn from your head And pray that the holes it left In my children’s chests Would release the demons in yours When they bled. You cut me open too that day And doused my heart in flammable despair Set alight by my fiercest love, And I know this love and this despair Will burn entwined beneath my bones Until all of me is ashes, Or a million tears can quell the flames. But how do I tell the little girl Who’s still learning how to stay afloat That there’s no ocean deeper than grief, And no current stronger than fear? How do I tell this lonely star That her constellation’s lost in space And she’ll spend her life being dwarfed By the crimson shadow of her siblings’ blood? I see them in her face. I feel them in my arms that are almost broken from holding so much sorrow. I remember a time they floated blissful within me, Like teardrops waiting to fall Into a black ocean. Now whenever I cry for them I save the tears To construct a melancholy sea, So that maybe one day I can hold my ragged breath, And dive to the bottom To see my babies on the sandy floor, Or maybe my little girl Will lay me on my back on the mirrored brine, And teach me how to float.
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC
Empty
My daughter’s learning how to swim But I’m the one who’s drowning, Face down in an endless sea While my babies lie in an empty bath; I think your blackened mind must’ve Emptied your heart, So that when you gazed Into the mouths of screaming babes, And saw my name written in fear Cascading from their frozen throats You could break off a horn from your head And pray that the holes it left In my children’s chests Would release the demons in yours When they bled. You cut me open too that day And doused my heart in flammable despair Set alight by my fiercest love, And I know this love and this despair Will burn entwined beneath my bones Until all of me is ashes, Or a million tears can quell the flames. But how do I tell the little girl Who’s still learning how to stay afloat That there’s no ocean deeper than grief, And no current stronger than fear? How do I tell this lonely star That her constellation’s lost in space And she’ll spend her life being dwarfed By the crimson shadow of her siblings’ blood? I see them in her face. I feel them in my arms that are almost broken from holding so much sorrow. I remember a time they floated blissful within me, Like teardrops waiting to fall Into a black ocean. Now whenever I cry for them I save the tears To construct a melancholy sea, So that maybe one day I can hold my ragged breath, And dive to the bottom To see my babies on the sandy floor, Or maybe my little girl Will lay me on my back on the mirrored brine, And teach me how to float.
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I saw you in a dream Standing by a bend in the road; I recognized your face In the rear view mirror And pulled my car over Onto the gravel. We both walked into The same bookshop: You were looking for Something old and faded. Maybe you liked the smell Of ancient dusted pages, Where every word’s a whisper And the paper’s yellow From year’s of soaking up Blanket-covered torchlight. You smiled when you saw my face, I smiled to see your hair so dark again And your eyes still so bright. I don’t remember What you were wearing, But I remember your porcelain skin, And the way you looked Standing so sweetly in the cold.
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
C.B.
There you are at nighttime, Worlds away from who you’ll be at dawn. You’re standing so close I can smell your breath, Or maybe it’s your hair. Whatever it is it smells of flowers, And I can feel my heart Bloom bloom bloom-ing Beneath its sheets. I can see your eyes Getting light years wider, Or maybe I’m just getting closer, But there’s more than one way For a star to light up the sky. You could be a whole galaxy if you wanted to. Do you know that? Your hair is already the colour of midnight. Your lips are already the shape of infinity. You already have planets orbiting your pupils, And you have everything to teach me About being so blindingly luminescent And so ******* fragile At the same time.
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May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 3:10 AM UTC
Heartbloom
I'm always falling for girls who are arrows shot through the hearts of prodigal sons. You've been in my head for days. I've been clinging to your later Like a shipwrecked sailor Clings to the shattered bow As the ocean tries to swallow him whole. You swallowed me whole, And you barely even opened your mouth; Just wide enough for me to taste honey And see stars that have been three nights creating haloes around my drunken head. But you'll only hold my hand in the shadows; You'll only ask me how I am if you know the answer will be I'm fine not I've got you under my skin But you're under it, girl. You're seven layers deep, And suddenly you're rushing through my bloodstream And filling my body with a five-dime dream That is only of your face. Everyone knows that web of red veins All lead back to the heart. So I'm putting up fences But leaving gaps between the posts So when you’ve circulated my system and I can feel you tingling electricity in every one of my cells It’ll look like the bars I’ve put up were to keep you out But really the space between was to let you in. I’ll be shining a light so bright that maybe you’ll grow powdered wings and flutter towards me like a moth who can’t ignore the flame for even one more second. You’re more like a butterfly though. When I look at you I see every colour; I see grace and beauty, and in your voice I hear a melody so sweet it makes me wonder whether you’re a girl, Or if maybe you’re a songbird. Maybe you build a new nest every night From twigs and feathers and broken hearts. You showed me a cutting of your old boyfriend’s hair That you keep in your wallet Because you dream of recreating him. I thought if I knew how I’d make an army of this boy for you, I’d carve his face from limestone And give him blossoms for eyes But I’d give him my lips, So that when you kissed him I’d taste you. And it’s not like I’d make you, But inside my head we’re every day making each other laugh; We’re every day running through dappled fields, Calling each other’s names, Smelling each other’s hair. It’s the sweetest thing. That’s all I really want to say Is that you make me smile and dream, And sometimes I’m looking at your face For just a bit longer than you’re looking at mine, And in the half-light I think, Isn’t she beautiful.
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May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 3:07 AM UTC
Maybe You're A Songbird (For J.K.)
I'm always falling for girls who are arrows shot through the hearts of prodigal sons. You've been in my head for days. I've been clinging to your later Like a shipwrecked sailor Clings to the shattered bow As the ocean tries to swallow him whole. You swallowed me whole, And you barely even opened your mouth; Just wide enough for me to taste honey And see stars that have been three nights creating haloes around my drunken head. But you'll only hold my hand in the shadows; You'll only ask me how I am if you know the answer will be I'm fine not I've got you under my skin But you're under it, girl. You're seven layers deep, And suddenly you're rushing through my bloodstream And filling my body with a five-dime dream That is only of your face. Everyone knows that web of red veins All lead back to the heart. So I'm putting up fences But leaving gaps between the posts So when you’ve circulated my system and I can feel you tingling electricity in every one of my cells It’ll look like the bars I’ve put up were to keep you out But really the space between was to let you in. I’ll be shining a light so bright that maybe you’ll grow powdered wings and flutter towards me like a moth who can’t ignore the flame for even one more second. You’re more like a butterfly though. When I look at you I see every colour; I see grace and beauty, and in your voice I hear a melody so sweet it makes me wonder whether you’re a girl, Or if maybe you’re a songbird. Maybe you build a new nest every night From twigs and feathers and broken hearts. You showed me a cutting of your old boyfriend’s hair That you keep in your wallet Because you dream of recreating him. I thought if I knew how I’d make an army of this boy for you, I’d carve his face from limestone And give him blossoms for eyes But I’d give him my lips, So that when you kissed him I’d taste you. And it’s not like I’d make you, But inside my head we’re every day making each other laugh; We’re every day running through dappled fields, Calling each other’s names, Smelling each other’s hair. It’s the sweetest thing. That’s all I really want to say Is that you make me smile and dream, And sometimes I’m looking at your face For just a bit longer than you’re looking at mine, And in the half-light I think, Isn’t she beautiful.
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