marina-b - Hello Poetry

time, love, and art--what illusory concepts undefinable and immutable we meld, over and over again, the borders of our bodies becoming unclear in defiance of the defined space we transiently occupy. teenage rebellion. A most primal ritual, mother to a sentiment most sophisticated-- the bites you left on my neck lasted longer than your interest, which faded with the early sun like a dark cliche embedded in my skin. How curious it is to feel time, evade love, and be art-- how bitter to know the hollowness of each one, a lesson imparted by the weight of their meaninglessness.

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Sep 29, 2015

Sep 29, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC

small hours

time, love, and art--what illusory concepts undefinable and immutable we meld, over and over again, the borders of our bodies becoming unclear in defiance of the defined space we transiently occupy. teenage rebellion. A most primal ritual, mother to a sentiment most sophisticated-- the bites you left on my neck lasted longer than your interest, which faded with the early sun like a dark cliche embedded in my skin. How curious it is to feel time, evade love, and be art-- how bitter to know the hollowness of each one, a lesson imparted by the weight of their meaninglessness.

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it's time i start living for myself instead of you.

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Feb 18, 2014

Feb 18, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC

10w tuesday

it's time i start living for myself instead of you.

4

it hasn't even been 24 hours since we last spoke but already i am dreaming of your skin; your hair and what it would feel like to touch it your face keeps me awake and i suddenly fear: i have become attached like i promised i wouldn't be

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Feb 18, 2014

Feb 18, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC

the case of the boy who didn't text back

it hasn't even been 24 hours since we last spoke but already i am dreaming of your skin; your hair and what it would feel like to touch it your face keeps me awake and i suddenly fear: i have become attached like i promised i wouldn't be

6

do you respect me? are you using me? am i allowing myself to be used because i don't respect myself either?

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Feb 16, 2014

Feb 16, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC

important questions

do you respect me? are you using me? am i allowing myself to be used because i don't respect myself either?

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i wish i could erase you from my mind as easily as i erase the words that i write about you

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Jan 27, 2014

Jan 27, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC

self-explanatory

i wish i could erase you from my mind as easily as i erase the words that i write about you

1

if i concentrate hard enough i can still hear your laugh i can still feel the sunshine on my face i can still remember what it was like to be happy

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Jan 14, 2014

Jan 14, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC

july

if i concentrate hard enough i can still hear your laugh i can still feel the sunshine on my face i can still remember what it was like to be happy

5

my hair is long but the days are short we used to talk about the stars i miss your arm around my waist i'm in limbo simply waiting for the rotations to complete counting down the days until summer

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Jan 12, 2014

Jan 12, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC

june

my hair is long but the days are short we used to talk about the stars i miss your arm around my waist i'm in limbo simply waiting for the rotations to complete counting down the days until summer

7

i ache because i have never felt your touch but i worry if i felt it i would ache even more

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Sep 29, 2013

Sep 29, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC

paradox