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miranda-peterson
American Minnesotan from a Norwegian family; / student, educator, and poet
Where do you stand. Now Alone in the sun Miserable earbuds and backwards youme Forever this moment in the loneliest place in my life suburban parking lot, USA Covering secret hope with blankets of anonymity Money just cools them Freeze each other LIKEICECRYSTALS can't even be together Never. Even when it can't get worse in the sillyfuck of summertime sticky countertop of hangover Seasons without the hot seatbelt of safety and the inoutness of us not careful always Sick bruised overdue goodbye life sentence Stealing it back with the work of no worries Just hoping art still means something just ******* praying it's not empty like your neverpromises and your didntlies Cowering with broken heart fever Burying strangers shrugs in coffeehouse choketears Who-gives-a-fuck cliche misery I hope your own shadow haunts your periphery Like narcissus' fear of drowning Sometimes the goodbyes are should have A whole year of goodbyes All I wish for is the end
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Apr 9, 2012
Apr 9, 2012 at 9:08 PM UTC
Fear of Drowning
Trembling consciousness Bewildered by the separation between Within and without Troubled yearning settling Just beneath my skin
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Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 6:25 PM UTC
Shifted
eyelash on wet skin I point, push shiny swimsuit She blows wish away
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Jun 19, 2010
Jun 19, 2010 at 6:42 PM UTC
Beach Lash
Cold morning water lip Straight-------- swallow---- bury me Bury Secret, knowing, secret How clean can she be? Break me simply Break me soon Find me out Oh, it’s here No fool, she can’t change it I cannot, I will not Go crazy With love For you The one thing you want, the one thing I crave incessantly Will never happen So what the **** are we doing here? Braiding each other’s lost subtleties into something no one wants to see But us Free Fast Falling ****
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May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 10:19 AM UTC
as Many Times as I Want
His eyes grew dark and distant absolutely nothing wrong He smiled without his eyes how are you feeling? nothing, numb, bored Bracing each other, pushing out Fearing the flatline, we find one another, in the dark Rubbing the blood back into his palms he buries his breath in my clean hair Counting down the seconds, we remember Leaving the cold room, he asks is it over now?
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Mar 8, 2010
Mar 8, 2010 at 1:50 PM UTC
Cold Experiments
Startled by my reflection In the open window Living room straight back through the kitchen Blue snowlight Stares through me Seeing out all day long, forgetting The night drops black curtains quiet when no one's looking, instead Of out I see in Brave and solitary The one waits true Bright unsecret Blood rushing real Whispering cure He can see pain and touch it away with golden sincerity
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Mar 4, 2010
Mar 4, 2010 at 6:07 PM UTC
Golden Sincerity
quiet hope nestled pushing out from crowded corners secret wanderlust
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Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 3:48 PM UTC
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his fire wraps me in warm new flames I gasp for air The day begs for length. Oh, god, why not? Pray tell, this intense madness won’t drive him away. Taking his sanity and art with him A man worth the time, fancy that. A feeling not worth controlling, imagine this: Minds smashing sparks alight Hair always wet or drying Cheeks hot with anticipation Eyes wide Souls listening to the earth’s pulse Novel nonsense lightening the lead of truth
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Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 3:33 PM UTC
8:09 p.m.
Frozen funeralNecessary burialYou pushed me backAgainst the wall. My eye was morethan on the doorIt became stringentFor manners sake, I didn’t make a faceAt that vinegar smell.Knowing better is no remedy for hurt prideBrand his pink skin for the first timeDuck out before the sourA new hot shower AwaitsAt home. Or somewhere with potted fernsBreathe ReprieveNever been with such a followerat my heels. Looking over my shoulderBlurting and grindingOn my nervesFeigning understandingNo more storm metaphorNot worth the anger earned By the dark pastI clutch my secret hopeLike a sold out ticketAwakened by remembered hungerImagining fresh garden loot. Still drippIngWet(January 2, 2010)
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Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 5:32 AM UTC
Solid Soil
Black out before sun down Slippery jabs of guilt slide Sickness knifed in And never seen again Not by you You lose control of your mouth, your body, your balance Your hands wave ‘round your head in some imaginary joke Your toothy grin and those hands still flapping are aimed at me, And still, no one is laughing No memory of yours holds my embarrassment Your mother, your father, your husband, your daughter We remember mean accusations over stubborn bottles We know the secret you keep from yourself How do I shift this guilty weight from my dark heart to yours? Can I steal your excuses? Can you recall your childhood shame? Let the light of truth shine fierce after the sun steals away behind dark hills
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Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 5:28 AM UTC
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