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The words swelled and I saw you / struggling that night / to keep them in Your open mouth interrupted / the thoughts ebbing / pulled your lips closed on the vacuum of the words that just vacated. I had suspicions, and best left them / but it hurts me to see you, choking like this. The words swelled up inside your mouth / begging, threatening, Threatened all night to spill over your lips, and pour onto me. I couldn’t watch you struggle to contain them any longer. I gave you permission, and so you allowed yourself And out came the words, sticky and plastic, Dribbling out of your lips and into my ears I wasn’t expecting them. But they didn’t hurt. I listened and tried to follow and found the symphony unfamiliar Like an improvised song, turns happened unexpectedly Parts of notes I’d anticipated would elsewhere skip place I thought I knew this song; I didn’t know it at all. My face is wet. But for once I’m not crying. I feel the weight of the words trickle in broken stream, down my forehead, along my brows Pooling at the edge of my face before bouncing off my eyelashes, on their way to my lips. When they get there I can’t help but repeat them / your words, for myself I have no words to offer you I am flattered by the gift I know that can be maddening. I am too tired, have done too much, today, to deal So I stay strong and swallowing, the taste of the statement slightly sweet The sounded-out syllables dry on my lips The bulk of them trapped in the back of my throat. I tell you I’m strong, can be patient, can handle it That I can as I have, keep good face and control myself To not act with biases and to maintain control. You insist you promise, this time you can do it Just trust you, you’ll keep us protected you promise Too tired, too desperate, (to believe it) / I believe you No sooner placing that trust in your hands than it sprawled on the floor In the tangle of all that followed / when I leaned back without its weight The words spilled from your lips, and I caught them, as best I could But you didn’t offer me a raincoat, or think of my feelings So now I am cold, and wet. I just want to be warm. Given the circumstances, this thing I can demand from you.
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Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 5:46 PM UTC
Catching cold
The words swelled and I saw you / struggling that night / to keep them in Your open mouth interrupted / the thoughts ebbing / pulled your lips closed on the vacuum of the words that just vacated. I had suspicions, and best left them / but it hurts me to see you, choking like this. The words swelled up inside your mouth / begging, threatening, Threatened all night to spill over your lips, and pour onto me. I couldn’t watch you struggle to contain them any longer. I gave you permission, and so you allowed yourself And out came the words, sticky and plastic, Dribbling out of your lips and into my ears I wasn’t expecting them. But they didn’t hurt. I listened and tried to follow and found the symphony unfamiliar Like an improvised song, turns happened unexpectedly Parts of notes I’d anticipated would elsewhere skip place I thought I knew this song; I didn’t know it at all. My face is wet. But for once I’m not crying. I feel the weight of the words trickle in broken stream, down my forehead, along my brows Pooling at the edge of my face before bouncing off my eyelashes, on their way to my lips. When they get there I can’t help but repeat them / your words, for myself I have no words to offer you I am flattered by the gift I know that can be maddening. I am too tired, have done too much, today, to deal So I stay strong and swallowing, the taste of the statement slightly sweet The sounded-out syllables dry on my lips The bulk of them trapped in the back of my throat. I tell you I’m strong, can be patient, can handle it That I can as I have, keep good face and control myself To not act with biases and to maintain control. You insist you promise, this time you can do it Just trust you, you’ll keep us protected you promise Too tired, too desperate, (to believe it) / I believe you No sooner placing that trust in your hands than it sprawled on the floor In the tangle of all that followed / when I leaned back without its weight The words spilled from your lips, and I caught them, as best I could But you didn’t offer me a raincoat, or think of my feelings So now I am cold, and wet. I just want to be warm. Given the circumstances, this thing I can demand from you.
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My cadavers in lab are not the only autopsy I’ve been performing In this year since I’ve been free of you In this year you’ve made a fool of me For believing so wholly In a future that depended on anything outside myself. I take apart my patient and peer into what feels like my own heart Trying to make sense of the connections Trying to understand where anything fits in When what I am looking it seems empty, drained long ago Pooled into a somber puddle I’d drown in, literally behind me, If not for the drainage vents, or lacrimal glands, installed for said overflow. “We are dried out and lifeless together,” I think, forcing grim humor to compensate for the horrors of the visions I now see three times a week. “We know what it’s like to have a heart that doesn’t work anymore.” Maybe one of my classmates will be able to understand it better than me. I’m kidding—but don’t worry, this is why I’m in therapy. In the end and like in medicine, I must come to accept That there are things in life you can’t make sense of There are things in life you must try to treat, without knowing the pathology Without understanding what went wrong, truly No matter how frustrating that may be. The compromises that seemed so hard, Seemed like pulling teeth, seemed so grinding, and difficult Were quickly then made mandatory, dissolved in Zero Zero, time together on the phone, Zero visits to each other throughout our busy year Zero balance between us to balance, as one grabbed or took slack. For a situation that seemed so complicated you went ahead and made it simple— There won’t be anything that needs sorting out— There won’t be anything, of us, period. So thank you, I guess, for teaching the natural conclusion; Despite it feeling like I mimic, my now cardiac-lack friend, The only heart that’s truly missing in the equation was yours And mine, just hidden in the shadow from all the bruises, Just has to learn to heal.
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Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 8:05 PM UTC
Working Backwards
My cadavers in lab are not the only autopsy I’ve been performing In this year since I’ve been free of you In this year you’ve made a fool of me For believing so wholly In a future that depended on anything outside myself. I take apart my patient and peer into what feels like my own heart Trying to make sense of the connections Trying to understand where anything fits in When what I am looking it seems empty, drained long ago Pooled into a somber puddle I’d drown in, literally behind me, If not for the drainage vents, or lacrimal glands, installed for said overflow. “We are dried out and lifeless together,” I think, forcing grim humor to compensate for the horrors of the visions I now see three times a week. “We know what it’s like to have a heart that doesn’t work anymore.” Maybe one of my classmates will be able to understand it better than me. I’m kidding—but don’t worry, this is why I’m in therapy. In the end and like in medicine, I must come to accept That there are things in life you can’t make sense of There are things in life you must try to treat, without knowing the pathology Without understanding what went wrong, truly No matter how frustrating that may be. The compromises that seemed so hard, Seemed like pulling teeth, seemed so grinding, and difficult Were quickly then made mandatory, dissolved in Zero Zero, time together on the phone, Zero visits to each other throughout our busy year Zero balance between us to balance, as one grabbed or took slack. For a situation that seemed so complicated you went ahead and made it simple— There won’t be anything that needs sorting out— There won’t be anything, of us, period. So thank you, I guess, for teaching the natural conclusion; Despite it feeling like I mimic, my now cardiac-lack friend, The only heart that’s truly missing in the equation was yours And mine, just hidden in the shadow from all the bruises, Just has to learn to heal.
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Love left me, for a day And to myself I swore to stay For if it was just dawn till dusk It’s absence wouldn’t hurt too much One day came to grow to two When I first found me without you
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Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC
Untitled
I miss you in moments and movies and music that we once used to share I miss you at events I'd have to beg to have you there I miss the many magic moments that from life’s stress gave lenience Even though now I see everything required your convenience We’d introduced and then declared ourselves: serial monogamists But after the breakup I saw this statement strangely ominous This seeming dedication, to love, until the right was found Would reveal itself as—for you—passion easily re-bound It’s so rare to find a partner, your best friend, a man in one No one else on earth with whom I’d ever hoped to have such fun And you would write and say the things to me that made me melt Only to realize sometime later they were things said--not felt How ironic, silly, useless, and ungrateful of me, now To scorn your absence when from tragedy it disavowed I should be thanking you for cutting short the growing hurt That surely I’d endure for years as your affection grew more curt Thank you, I guess, for being self-servicing enough to leave me, But for not being so much so to both in faith and life bereave me For I did not lose you--the man I’ve loved and lost’s a ghost A man you haven’t been long before departing from this coast You can’t help someone through the hurt they don’t admit exists You can’t help someone soothe a fight they claim you fought with fists You can’t convince an independent that love takes work to flow You can’t love someone out of habits they don’t think they must outgrow *Every day I wake up feeling slightly less impacted by a truck. I’m confident that one day I’ll find for whom my love is luck.*
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Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
Moving Out // Moving On
I miss you in moments and movies and music that we once used to share I miss you at events I'd have to beg to have you there I miss the many magic moments that from life’s stress gave lenience Even though now I see everything required your convenience We’d introduced and then declared ourselves: serial monogamists But after the breakup I saw this statement strangely ominous This seeming dedication, to love, until the right was found Would reveal itself as—for you—passion easily re-bound It’s so rare to find a partner, your best friend, a man in one No one else on earth with whom I’d ever hoped to have such fun And you would write and say the things to me that made me melt Only to realize sometime later they were things said--not felt How ironic, silly, useless, and ungrateful of me, now To scorn your absence when from tragedy it disavowed I should be thanking you for cutting short the growing hurt That surely I’d endure for years as your affection grew more curt Thank you, I guess, for being self-servicing enough to leave me, But for not being so much so to both in faith and life bereave me For I did not lose you--the man I’ve loved and lost’s a ghost A man you haven’t been long before departing from this coast You can’t help someone through the hurt they don’t admit exists You can’t help someone soothe a fight they claim you fought with fists You can’t convince an independent that love takes work to flow You can’t love someone out of habits they don’t think they must outgrow *Every day I wake up feeling slightly less impacted by a truck. I’m confident that one day I’ll find for whom my love is luck.*
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I'm not okay without her It's better happier! Could I have ever really expected having met such a girl? Why, it's cruel wanting to be together this bad. It's become insane! I attempt to think of other things but she always drags me back. Trying to stay apart just makes things worse. I feel I would do anything to get her. together. Anything I feel I would do just makes things worse. Trying to stay apart, but she always drags me back. Insane, ... it's become this bad. Wanting to be together: why? It's cruel having met such a girl. Could I have ever really expected "happier?!" It's better without her. I'm not okay.
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Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC
Inverted.
These slow songs crawl under my skin, and itch where you once kissed me I’d try to make it stop But I admit I’m only as strong as I convince myself that day I’m made of steel I’m made, of paper that dissolves, to pulp, when wet And lately, I feel like, my tears do the job I’m falling apart when you’re not there… I’d like to be, resilient, in the way No one can make you be That you become yourself I’d like to be, as happy, as you once Dared to make me when you took my hand Cast me away, you wouldn’t have… So play it off as old news, I don’t belong to you I don’t know if I .. belong anywhere, actually But don’t you dare say I gave you away You, were for me, the best in myself Don’t let nostalgia turn me a fool I guess I’m already far gone Don’t let your fears cloud your hearing No one else is calling my name Except me…. [One day] That will be enough.
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Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
Radio Static
That's what you are. And I can't articulate, because I'm not used to these feelings. I am not used to dragging out such light affections. My work has been a treatment: for a sickness in my veins I'm desperate to abscond, because perhaps as ink the sad can haunt a jail whose bars are not my ribcage. I have never used my skill to try and imprison a smile. How could I anyway, bind with irony the freeing feeling that you give me? Release the helium that you are, and expect it to behave? No paper dares to catch you. No letter, no camera. It is a fundamental conflict between mediums: the joy of limitlessness against the object or pen loyal to the finite, captured world. Perhaps it would be different, had you installed lesser gusto in me. As it stands, my discipline fell with a vow to seek life without constraint. This year I have been learning; I have been more open, I have been happier. And with you, I feel infinite.
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 3:38 AM UTC
Happy Poems
The chime of a bell and the tick of a clock Time was invented by man but is god Too much on our hands; too little too late Our worlds all revolve 'bout our linear fate Too much variety made world trade broken So we regulated it gave each land a token Of time they relied on to go 'bout their day Slowly dissolving old lifestyles away More loyal to chimes of a bell than the rule Of how each culture functions, went far past a tool "Your prioritizing is a big disappointment--" "I'm so sorry sir, do you have an appointment?" Schedules and calendars grew into the law And soon the repairs became the new flaws From daybreak to lights-out, at home or at desk Lit screens bearing numbers define when I rest Constant competition, endless applications Upcoming interviews of unending durations I spend so much of life prepping for the next step Preschool to pre-K to K to grade school to Next Then middle school grades prepared us for high Since that's prep for college, where the end is nigh But college just primes us for jobs we'll have someday Tomorrow comes for us disguised as today. Don't even get me started on earning promotions Since the day you start work is the tip of commotion To the top of it all with your assistant and office, accountant, and ass-kissing levels of cautious So perhaps one day you can have the cell in the corner And dish out the rat race for its future owner God knows you're too busy to appreciate now You have children and a 401k on the Dow Your mortgage and loans haunted you before you were hired And terror they'll stay till the day you retire So that's when the madness concludes, you would say Tomorrow comes for us disguised as today. We dream of a future where our present would do A life we believe in where 5pm, we're through Free to go home and watch our TV Where someone can promise a product will free Evidence of our stress from our skin and our tress- -es which now grey with fear of outdated-ness "Cause you're not young forever," goes the sickening cliche Tomorrow comes for us disguised as today. We feel what we feel and we fear the unknown Too braced for the days we consider us grown It doesn't mean we're inclined to give up our lives To where relaxing's a thought that induces hives "I'm just too stressed out!" We're not feeling okay Because tomorrow comes for us disguised as today So please do not tell me that I am too late Please do not say I'll "regret this, some day" For I'll break your laws with a snap of glass Cogs and gears suddenly mangled and mashed What will you do now? Do you even know what now is?
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Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 1:48 AM UTC
(n)everpresent
The chime of a bell and the tick of a clock Time was invented by man but is god Too much on our hands; too little too late Our worlds all revolve 'bout our linear fate Too much variety made world trade broken So we regulated it gave each land a token Of time they relied on to go 'bout their day Slowly dissolving old lifestyles away More loyal to chimes of a bell than the rule Of how each culture functions, went far past a tool "Your prioritizing is a big disappointment--" "I'm so sorry sir, do you have an appointment?" Schedules and calendars grew into the law And soon the repairs became the new flaws From daybreak to lights-out, at home or at desk Lit screens bearing numbers define when I rest Constant competition, endless applications Upcoming interviews of unending durations I spend so much of life prepping for the next step Preschool to pre-K to K to grade school to Next Then middle school grades prepared us for high Since that's prep for college, where the end is nigh But college just primes us for jobs we'll have someday Tomorrow comes for us disguised as today. Don't even get me started on earning promotions Since the day you start work is the tip of commotion To the top of it all with your assistant and office, accountant, and ass-kissing levels of cautious So perhaps one day you can have the cell in the corner And dish out the rat race for its future owner God knows you're too busy to appreciate now You have children and a 401k on the Dow Your mortgage and loans haunted you before you were hired And terror they'll stay till the day you retire So that's when the madness concludes, you would say Tomorrow comes for us disguised as today. We dream of a future where our present would do A life we believe in where 5pm, we're through Free to go home and watch our TV Where someone can promise a product will free Evidence of our stress from our skin and our tress- -es which now grey with fear of outdated-ness "Cause you're not young forever," goes the sickening cliche Tomorrow comes for us disguised as today. We feel what we feel and we fear the unknown Too braced for the days we consider us grown It doesn't mean we're inclined to give up our lives To where relaxing's a thought that induces hives "I'm just too stressed out!" We're not feeling okay Because tomorrow comes for us disguised as today So please do not tell me that I am too late Please do not say I'll "regret this, some day" For I'll break your laws with a snap of glass Cogs and gears suddenly mangled and mashed What will you do now? Do you even know what now is?
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A gift bestowed me kindness The warmth of your thought my crown But came with it one deviant voice Whom if I spoke would let you down The small voice belonged a girl Who might long-ago have said thank you For the very same small gift she went Onto forget and break through And I do feel so unkind For thinking things, questioning why When I know you only shared it 'Cause it's now me who makes you shine. ... (There is a conflict in my head Between my waking and half-dead, Where I judge my deemed importance As menial, in your head) To myself I know it's preposterous. But at times I'm wont to think this way. If you save that bit of love that you made another girl Should I feel special or dishonored, Or ungrateful, for asking I am a hypocrite, when I say Nothing on earth should go to waste When I do secretly wonder Why you kept the old remains of things for someone who was not worth it And give them to me, if I'm so special? Am I not special enough to earn something I inspired you to love? Or have I just the trust and merit to guard keepsakes others sewn and snagged you from? Please do not take this to mean that it is undervalued, I really do love it so much. I'm just bitter hands besides ours have wrapped around your heart Despite knowing that the both of us have contributed that part It's a truth of life I must respect, as I too, had past remains I was just lucky enough, that those I'd shared with, were good and kept them safe.
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Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 5:47 PM UTC
Re-gift
Tell me that I belong somewhere I’ll take your word I promise I will Tell me I couldn’t find the place I was looking for ‘cause I’d never left it Tell me we couldn't see each other because we weren't looking don't tell me we were blind We were both here we'd never left but we'd both been left alone
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Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 2:15 AM UTC
For granted