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Jun 2014 Anistasia

M Sargent

Rain drops racing down the train window,
For just that split second time is irrelevant,
Life is on hold,
We forget what's going on,
Sounds become just a background,
Problems are afterthoughts,
All that matters is which drop will finish first,
Because we are forced to think,
Which drop do I want to be?
The one that finishes first,
Trim and slick,
Or the slow one gaining water,
Majestic and thick.
For that split second,
A little rain is all that matters.

Jun 2014 Anistasia

bones

Jun 2014 Anistasia

j

bones

give it to me*
You said this as you ****** the love out of my bones and put it into another.
You left me hollow; you left me afraid.
I cannot love and I cannot fly.
My heart is too heavy.
I am nothing more than a flightless bird.

I am a shadow and I watch.
I watch you stand with another;
Knowing that you've taken my love and given it to him.
It is my love in his bones.
It is my love holding him down.
It is my love that keeps him from floating away.

I am hollow.
I am without love.
I am a bird with no wings.

#love #hollow

Jun 2014 Anistasia

Remember Me

Jun 2014 Anistasia

Kay Tailor

Remember Me

“What do you want people to remember you for?”
That question has been haunting me for a while now.
What *do I want to be remembered for?
I've never really been outgoing,
Or funny,
Or confident.
I've always stayed by myself,
Alone with my thoughts.
I don’t go to parties, or do wild things.
I don’t have a lot of friends,
And it’s hard for me to get close to someone.
I’m not popular.
Not known.
You ask someone in the hall if they’re seen me
And they don’t know who you’re talking about,
Because there’s nothing noticeable about me,
Nothing I’m really good at,
I’m easily forgettable.
Just another face in the crowd.
I guess part of me doesn't care,
Because that part of me knows that
No one else does.
But the other part
Wants to know,
What will I be remembered for?
And will I even be remembered at all?

Creative writing project for school.
It had me up all night trying to write something that meant something, not just something that I thought would get me a decent grade.
Two of two.

#sad #life #death #alone #thoughts #remember #me #somber #popular #forgettable

Jun 2014 Anistasia

Separate Ways

Jun 2014 Anistasia

TiffanyS

Separate Ways

It would be best
To go- our separate ways
And if- I didn't know better
I would ask you to stay

All we were doing...
Was living- in the past
I should have known
We'd never last

As I sit here- all alone
I am left- to wonder
About the unknown
And try- to find my way
Back Home.

Sometimes it is best to move on and start a new chapter of your life.

#love #sad #life #hope #teen

Jun 2014 Anistasia

In the quiet construction of man

Jun 2014 Anistasia

Third Mate Third

In the quiet construction of man

in the quiet construction of man
different parts,
assembled, evolutionary designed,
even mostly, interchangeable,
you know their names,
the alphabet of our bodies

none of them any good,
separated, divided,
only in combination,
can the ineffable factor,
or whatever you,
choose
to call it,
sneak in and embolden it
with glorious humanity

which comes unique to each,
though they call it common,
since we are of one plan,
no better than each other,
yet each of us a distinct district

this mismatched
compare and contrasting miracle,
is where
my waking thoughts,
my ineffable factor,
take this body,
this quiet construction,
the shell of him,
observes the "sovereign sun"
coming from under the water
in its preeminence,
to give new names to newborns,
day, world and more
humanity

the "sovereign sun". I read this phrase yesterday in one of your poems, but can't recall whose....my thanks and my apology...

Jun 2014 Anistasia

I’ll always remember you

Jun 2014 Anistasia

Chris

I’ll always remember you

I remember every metaphor I used for you.
It’s beautiful how quickly I ran out.
It was just so difficult to describe
a forest at the bottom of an ocean on fire.
You were soft,
I was quiet.
I remember every park bench,
every broken sidewalk,
every open sky.
It was so whole.
I remember breathing,
and the lovely amount of effort it required.
I hope you do too.
They say writers remember the important things;
I say they are liars.
I remember you wore a purple flannel
the first time I saw you,
even though it isn’t your favorite colour.
I remember that you take your coffee black,
and your tea with plenty of honey.
I remember the way your eyes changed colour
based on the weather,
and the way you looked at the sky,
like it was endless.
You were endless.
I remember everything you taught me.

They say writers remember the important things;
I remember you.

Jun 2014 Anistasia

boys are complicated//boys are dumb

Jun 2014 Anistasia

Aoife Teese

boys are complicated//boys are dumb

you've got me sitting
alone
in my room
listening to the music you like
trying to figure you out
trying to decide if you like me
if you want me

my mother says
"he probably doesn't know either"

and i'm frustrated
because someone has to
someone has to understand
and i don't
and i have to
i have to understand
you're a puzzle i can't solve
is this something i'm doing to myself?
nothing is as analytical as i need it to be
your tones of gray are confusing me
and i can't find a way to organize
the things you say to me

but to say i don't enjoy the task
would be a lie
because it does, in fact,
make me feel alive
i want you to want me,
that's very true
but it won't be easy
to convince me
that it's okay to want you

i am complicated//i am dumb

#love #romance

Jun 2014 Anistasia

Bride

Jun 2014 Anistasia

imadeitallup

Bride

She was more pure of heart than she let on.
More beautiful than she believed.
The sun itself would be envious
of the light in her eyes.
She was a lady of many hats,
all of which she wore elegantly.
But there was an emptiness within her
that's gravitational pull was so intense,
not even the heaviest of hearts were safe.
She, with the smirk of a fox.
She speaks my thoughts out loud,
she faces my worst fears,
she wanders like I do...
"Run away with me", her eyes scream.
Her mouth whispers "If only".
Simultaneously giving and taking hope.
It was a tear in the universe,
a glitch in time, a crack in faith.
This was not supposed to be.
Not now.
For her the wedding bells toll.
For I the silence of singularity.
I watched her eyes start to shimmer,
and flood with confirmation.
She caught herself, and smiled.
"We will meet again...someday." She shouted,
as she disappeared into the crowd.
It was time for the father, bride dance.
As she walked away...I thought,
"I am quite possibly watching part of my soul walk away."

"Of course, I would meet someone who is perfect for me on my wedding day" She said. xxxx

#love #soulmates #starcrossedlovers #inanotherlife #wrongtime