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 Jun 2015 Taylor
calion
maybe I am not
meant to fall in love with you
maybe nobody
 Oct 2014 Taylor
calion
i will never feel lonely as long as your name can float up on my phone.
you are the ocean surrounding me, but i don't feel like you'll sweep me up.
because you won't.
you just gently rock me over beaches.
you know where to take me.
i thought, since i was so surrounded by you,
i needed oxygen.
so i found oxygen in another.
but after sustaining me for 9 months,
he left.
i felt panicked, because surely the water would drown me.
i was wrong.
you kept rocking me, gently swaying me back and forth.
i underestimated you, i had no faith in you.
but you never let me drown.
 Jun 2014 Taylor
calion
mun.
 Jun 2014 Taylor
calion
I don't know if I am the writer
or the character.

I don't know who has control.

Am I the mun?
The writer?
The one who makes decisions?

Or am I the muse?
The character?
The puppet?

If I am the muse,
what mun would **** up
a character this bad?
 Jun 2014 Taylor
calion
we either have really good times
or really bad times.
i miss the you I fell for.
 Jun 2014 Taylor
calion
gambol.
 Jun 2014 Taylor
calion
the sun beats on my shoulders.
the autumn breeze ruffles my hair.
i walk happily.
the path is laid clearly.
the destination is near.

i near your location.
the house is in front of me.
the siding and roofing is deteriorating.
i knock on the weakened door.
the door blows down.

the house is too worn down.
i barely recognize it.
the color is different.
the memories are gone.
i am without a childhood home.
 Jun 2014 Taylor
calion
black hole
 Jun 2014 Taylor
calion
you left a massive impact on me.
i have scars of both the mental and physical variety from you.
i fell too hard and too fast.

why am i falling again?
why do i want to see you?
why do i want to apologize?

i hate that i miss you.
i hate that i think you're a monster.
i hate that you hate me.
 Jun 2014 Taylor
calion
i. when I was young, I was never complimented. I never felt good enough and it hurt and somewhere along the line I began complimenting everyone because I was never complimented and I never wanted anyone to hate themselves the way I did. just because I call a girl pretty does not mean I want in her pants.

ii. we live in a country where a gay poet spoke at obama's second inauguration, where five openly gay senators serve, where all fifty states have had a gay elected officer in some capacity, so if I were to be gay, what's the problem with a relatively unknown sixteen year old girl from a relatively unknown town in a relatively unknown state being gay?

iii. do you want me to be gay? do you want a better, more socially acceptable reason to make fun of me? is my weight not enough?

iv. I was taught the term fluidity by my best friend Alyssa. she firmly believes that sexuality is a spectrum, like many other things. I have a different view on sexuality because I see it as a spectrum, not something that's set in stone.

v. I like making people happy, I like completing people, I apologize a bit too frequently and I was taught how to accept people.

vi. just because I call a girl pretty does not mean I like her. just because I say a dog is cute does not mean I want with the dog. just because I say a painting is pretty does not mean I am going to **** the painting.

vii. aesthetic is a very important word.

viii. there are three kinds of attraction, aesthetic, romantic, and ******. just because you have one does not mean you have all three. just because I like the way something looks doesn't mean I am going to have *** with it.

ix. sexuality is an Identity. not a YOUdentity.

x. I'm not gay, but if I were, trust me, I wouldn't go for such a whiny little *****.
rumours are fantastic.
 Mar 2014 Taylor
Harkaran
Spring
 Mar 2014 Taylor
Harkaran
The mountains cry
in refreshing joy
the rivers brimming
the sun is grinning
upon thatched roofs
and runaway hoofs
beyond the mills
across the hills....

Oh my happy spring
What news you bring
of buds and bees
and spreading leaves
the air flowing crisp
in manner brisk
beyond the mills
across the hills...

No one now
by the fire place
except vivid colours
and your smiling face
but thoughts pacing
and heart racing
beyond the mills
across the hills...

The winter dying
with glaciers crying
the earth reborn
in singing form
but the snow has left
with your last breath
beyond the mills
across the hills...

— The End —