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olivia-amelia
I see the world on par with Alice's wonderland. Everything is just slightly distorted from what I think it should be, so the only way of fixing it is poetry. So I write a lot.
you are curled into a shell of a back hallway into the syncopated off-beat into the dark when I close my eyes when I cannot bear to watch this anymore I have seen it I have seen this movie and the hero dies at the end and the girl cries the funeral is too loud in the grave by the highway where the cars can’t stop won’t stop and I am bleeding out in between your fingertips I am pouring out between the ridges of the carpet and even in all of my pieces I can see you refuse to admit that you are holding my life in your hands I could live without you for at least an hour I could do it I could forget I could live for sixty glorious minutes I could crush the bitter glass between my swollen lips and taste you on every ragged inhalation and live I don’t believe you neither do I but you could at least lie, for my sake, you could at least try to pick up the pieces What pieces? **** you What pieces? the pieces What pieces? the ones on the pavement What pavement? my pavement The pavement you chose, the pavement you are painted on, the pavement you are falling between the cracks of Yes, the pavement It’s red hot this time of year I know.  How long has it been? 4 minutes Am I dead yet? No Am I alive? Not quite **** you You’re just in pieces I know.   How much longer till I’ve won? A lifetime Well how long will that take? How should I know? Am I done yet? *The girl’s feet won’t be ****** after she runs down the street* It’s dry, then Cleaned,  by now How long? Long enough
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC
Pavement
you are curled into a shell of a back hallway into the syncopated off-beat into the dark when I close my eyes when I cannot bear to watch this anymore I have seen it I have seen this movie and the hero dies at the end and the girl cries the funeral is too loud in the grave by the highway where the cars can’t stop won’t stop and I am bleeding out in between your fingertips I am pouring out between the ridges of the carpet and even in all of my pieces I can see you refuse to admit that you are holding my life in your hands I could live without you for at least an hour I could do it I could forget I could live for sixty glorious minutes I could crush the bitter glass between my swollen lips and taste you on every ragged inhalation and live I don’t believe you neither do I but you could at least lie, for my sake, you could at least try to pick up the pieces What pieces? **** you What pieces? the pieces What pieces? the ones on the pavement What pavement? my pavement The pavement you chose, the pavement you are painted on, the pavement you are falling between the cracks of Yes, the pavement It’s red hot this time of year I know.  How long has it been? 4 minutes Am I dead yet? No Am I alive? Not quite **** you You’re just in pieces I know.   How much longer till I’ve won? A lifetime Well how long will that take? How should I know? Am I done yet? *The girl’s feet won’t be ****** after she runs down the street* It’s dry, then Cleaned,  by now How long? Long enough
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You are the improbable starlight You are words of comfort no one speaks You are the only person who traces my spine and I don't tense up You are the one that I love You are more than I could say You are the rock I keep crashing into Unable to stay away
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
All the Wonder
The things we expect from each other are the things we want to find in ourselves the solace we find we wish it was an internal process the pain that we do not expect do not predict is the aching sensation inside us all
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
Expect nothing and receive everything
I do not believe the universe is infinite science can explain many things and while I know my thoughts are nothing more than synapses firing connections being made neural sparks hormones flooding it is strange because I am thinking and at the same time I am aware of the chemical processes that are really thinking for me and my eyes well up with tears and my body betrays me I do not know what is truthful is infinity a real number, is there a curved steel wall surrounding our universe I think my thoughts and realize with a sense of dread that none of them are original we are the million monkeys at a million typewriters, except it's not one million, it's infinity we chance upon beauty, it is one in an infinity I am nothing more than a product a link in a chain a predicable formula I will not be that I refuse to be what you ascribe me to You think I will obey I most likely will Soul asunder Secret surrender
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Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 1:16 AM UTC
Infinity
you are the improbable things you are the tremor of my shoulders that continues past the limits of my body until it fades like an echo in the air you are the rounded shape of the heavy words in my mouth the darkness of my accent coloring the phrases like ink as they pass through my throat I do not choke on them as often as I used to You are that jagged edge of skin on the side of my finger nail the one that I know I shouldn’t pick at but do anyway in minutes of abstraction you are like that I am like the scab that you want to pick off when you do so you do it deliberately because it hurts you don’t do it for the pain, you aren’t like that I know it is for the blood the blood that is clear red and hope and possibility and eventually brown flakes on a downtrodden floor you are the blinking cursor tempting me to write you are the blinking cursor who has just swallowed the words I wanted you to yet still I am angry with you I think perhaps I wanted those words back
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Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 2:01 AM UTC
You are the improbable things
We kissed wistfully under that oak Eating the treasure shadows rich with dew The crisscrossing leaps of faith Hung far above our heads The ravens leap and dip Perch ragged And understand how onward going Can break you into tiny bits
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 8:26 PM UTC
Treasure Shadows
When does running away become being lost? When does cautiousness become hiding? When does a mood become a state of mind? When does an event become a miracle? When does a heart become a wreckage? When do years become a lifetime? When do tears become immovable? When does tiredness become giving up? When does silence become death? When does depression become scars? When does someone become everything?
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Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 1:29 AM UTC
Becoming
She stands at the prow of the ship looking deep into the soul of the distance bent like a crone staring off to the dying sun a glimpse of unshed tears burning with such  halted intensity bright in her eyes The sky burns red as flame while the air shrieks the weeping woman is here tonight, keep your children inside walking by the river in the darkness the shadows and eerie patterns of sighing leaves fall filtered on the ground, yet no moonlight touches her creatures of the peaceful night shrink away as she searches always searching for what she has lost The woman wretched and silvered in the starlight she is glowing, indefinable, her borders exceed her bonds she can see her she can see the woman whom no light will fall on as she wails her longing into the still air and she reaches out her hand and rescues her
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Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 12:56 AM UTC
Forgiveness
I was trying But the crumpled people who breathe fear amidst a sea of scarred wrists Scared me too much
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Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
Breathe Fear
Breathe Breathe Slow down Take a minute You’re running us ragged As you jump and leap forward And we can’t seem to escape your recklessness You’re dragging us behind you on the strings that we can’t cut Do you ever stop and see what you’re leaving behind in your hurry? The scenes of life that go by too fast are like the scenery Outside of the train as we watch everything go by At some point, we have all tried to hold on We have all had those little moments That we wanted to keep We reached out Longing Broken Anguish Because, regardless You pulled us forward We all carry our memories on our hands By the scars they gave us as we left them in the dust The sharp corners of their images digging into our palms And leaving drops of heartbreak red blood in our lonely wake You will **** yourself going on at this breakneck speed Our myths would have you as an old man And if you have always been here That would well make sense Are not you so exhausted? Jaded by all you’ve seen? I would weep Sob Soar If I were you I would escape I would have wings I could go to any time I wanted I could run away from all the responsibility That your running onslaught is dragging us toward Is that all you are trying to do, run away from your demons? I would be able to forgive you, if I knew you weren’t doing it to hurt us Promise me that that is all it is, that time itself is running away from memories I will know then that we have not been forsaken by god For you see, you are our god with complete control Our lives are in your hands and you seem To not care much about them at all It’s okay with all of us You are only Human
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Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
Letter to Time
Breathe Breathe Slow down Take a minute You’re running us ragged As you jump and leap forward And we can’t seem to escape your recklessness You’re dragging us behind you on the strings that we can’t cut Do you ever stop and see what you’re leaving behind in your hurry? The scenes of life that go by too fast are like the scenery Outside of the train as we watch everything go by At some point, we have all tried to hold on We have all had those little moments That we wanted to keep We reached out Longing Broken Anguish Because, regardless You pulled us forward We all carry our memories on our hands By the scars they gave us as we left them in the dust The sharp corners of their images digging into our palms And leaving drops of heartbreak red blood in our lonely wake You will **** yourself going on at this breakneck speed Our myths would have you as an old man And if you have always been here That would well make sense Are not you so exhausted? Jaded by all you’ve seen? I would weep Sob Soar If I were you I would escape I would have wings I could go to any time I wanted I could run away from all the responsibility That your running onslaught is dragging us toward Is that all you are trying to do, run away from your demons? I would be able to forgive you, if I knew you weren’t doing it to hurt us Promise me that that is all it is, that time itself is running away from memories I will know then that we have not been forsaken by god For you see, you are our god with complete control Our lives are in your hands and you seem To not care much about them at all It’s okay with all of us You are only Human
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