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 Oct 2014 Julia O'Neary
RILEY
No one can love you the way that I do.
I can,
Decipher the codes on your finger nails
Never painted
Because you can be beautiful without it.
I can,
Make you laugh
When you’re too close to crying
And you have no energy left
To lift you back up.
I can make heaters out of my hands
When you are cold,
And lyrics out of my love
Because no one can love
You the way that I do.
I can make you feel comfortable enough
Until you realize
That you should’ve felt insecure.
I can, give you promises
That will cut parts of my heart
And I will keep them
Because I like my new heart
Even better that way;
I can talk to you.
I can talk to you.
I can talk to you until we run out of water
And fresh juice
To nourish our mouths
And even then, I would still have more to give,
I can talk to you
At midnights and early mornings
Until our eyes
Are but seeds
Watered by the burning droplets of rain
Over the oceans of emotion over flowing between us.
I can listen to you,
I can hear your words
Like your heart was tapping
On my inner soul
And my heart opens the door
And tells you
“I know what you mean”
I can listen,
To the silence in your eyes
As they speak to me
I can listen,
To the depth of your soul
I can listen to that burning fire of yours.
That vividness.
That rage.
That triumph
That fervor
That love
That pride,
That vulnerability,
That, and all that aside
No one can love you
The way that I do.
 Oct 2014 Julia O'Neary
ajp
i was holding the g u n
but you were the t r i g g e r
(c) Aiyana Farber 2014

this was about me deciding if i wanted to follow through self harming and my mom was a big trigger so yeah
A hypothermic
jungle, limbs removed.

Garbled mating
songs and silences.

Arial view:
Technicolor.
Black and gray.
Black.

Silences.
Silence.

Was that a flower?
No, a candy wrapper.
No, a rotting fingernail.
 Oct 2014 Julia O'Neary
anonymous
The night had an overcast
As we went star gazing
so I drew lines connecting my arms’ freckles
To see the constellations
stared into your pupils
because I wanted to see the galaxy
sending me away
would be just like killing a
frightened mockingbird

sending me away
would destroy my innocence
swiftly afterwards

sending me away
would displace my faithful soul
-lonely deciever
my first poem made from haikus
all the eagles in the culture
Barking like hollow wastes
In magic
In malice
In song
Oh how I’ve heard it wrong
Times before
And how I’ve never heard it right
Times not before.

In my dreams I am a king
On the tall night I’m calm
For most of the five million children
And all of the eleven parents
Taken blame for blood
And broken bells
Hidden by my quick heeded goodbye
I know you weren’t seen
But felt
Heavy eyes on you
I watched
And I thought
For all this time
That the world
Never quite fit with me
Too boxed up
And I never opened it all the way
Only peeked
Once,
Honest.
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