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Q Sep 2014
Skipped school because I couldn't imagine
Couldn't fathom moving my body outside of the house.
And curled up on my bed
On the couch
In the office
Trying to find something to do.

Dragged weary feet up the stairs
To stare at the emptiness in a full refrigerator
And closed the door
Closed my eyes
Closed my mouth
And existed for a minute.

Outside, nature is loud, boisterous and lively
So I found some death and lit it
And breathed out hurt
Breathed out boredom
Breathed out tiredness
Until it was all smoked up.

Sitting here at the computer I'm trying to find the words
To explain just how tired I am
Of smelling silence
Of smelling loneliness
Of smelling exhaustion
Just how tired I am of these exhaust fumes.
I'm really ******* tired.
Q Sep 2014
I could sing a love song
And never mention a name
And when I peruse through my mind
There's never a single face

I'm all plurals and dreams
Of perfect unity
Between one, two
Between four and me

I could sing a love song
I could sing them a sonnet
I could serenade them
I could make them want it

I could sing a vision of a perfect home
I could sing of two point five children
That understand our bond
I could sing a love song.

But I'm ever-cynical, I know who I am
When I think of love, I'm not in the plan
I'm ever-realistic, I know my face
I could sing a love song but it'd never take.
see, I don't think a lot of myself. Realism's healthy.
Q Sep 2014
Blood parchment, blood parchment
You're screaming and smiling
You're living but dying
Red stains, copper scent
Won't go, never went
You're not even trying
You're always lying
You aren't broken, you're bent.

Crumpled papers, ripped shreds
You're smiling, your hurt
You're killing yourself like this
You're caught up in your head
Just wishing you were dead
I hope you never get your wish.
  Sep 2014 Q
rook
i remember staring at the sky
the streets were dark but the lights were orange and lying on the paved road, i listened
to the sound that the forest behind us made

when i miss you, i stand by the glass doors and look out
the darkness sounds like your heartbeat and i
shiver as i hear your voice in the unrecognizable stars

as i try to fall asleep i feel the secrecy of the moments when
you insisted i call you at 3 am
even when i was in florida
and the only other sound in the world was the wheezing of a truck

when i miss you, i think about the first night we talked
and how your voice hadn't changed
and how my feelings hadn't either
and how i was falling asleep in class the next day because we talked until dawn

three am was the time where i
had been awake long enough
to stop worrying about what you might think of me if you saw my insides
so i told you that i count in fives and i don't get vertigo and that i lied in the late summer

when i miss you, i sit on the floor and hug my knees to my chest and cry
i try to breathe between the empty spaces where your thoughts were
and i try not to think about the last words you said to me

instead i think about the way my sternum ached when you said
that i was your home
i think about the way you waited an hour in the july heat for me
the way you stuck your tongue out
and said i was exactly the same cute that the piemaker was

i remember waiting in the darkness when the streetlight flickered out
and the way your voice sounded when you said to close my eyes
and the hammering of my heart against my rib cage and the fear still bottled in my throat
and trying not to be afraid when i couldn't see you
and the soft pressing of chapped lips against mine
and the startled expression i must have had
as i grabbed your hand
and we walked out of the forest in silence.
  Sep 2014 Q
rook
loud heavy music drips through
a
h e a v i e r
atmosphere
vibrations write our dialogue
i read your lips like
poems
scattered across the universe
the beat pulses intrinisically and
i am breathless
sweaty
out of my element and into yours
to a place where
i am the wrong puzzle piece
my hands are cold and yours are warm and i need to leave
i am afraid
i am homesick for a place i do not belong in
(your arms)
crowded floors turn topside and
i can not see
but i am aware of one thing, capable
of one last thought:
the holy light lies in your eyes
But you love them.
  Sep 2014 Q
rook
you think your wants are the only wants.
you think your opinions are absolute.
you think emotion is a weakness.

i think love should be reciprocal
i think promises should be binding
i think we all deserve sanity

we think we should agree to disagree.
And then some. These are weak poems,
  Sep 2014 Q
rook
small hands
           And bleeding cuticles
and the promise of being cold in July.
smashed hopes and busted knuckles
all the rings ever made -- save one

i saw a car on the highway and the driver
The driver had your hands.
Your hands, without bandaids.
Your hands, without blood
Your hands, with perfect smooth skin.

I had always wondered what your hands would look like on someone who was more than a skeleton.
what. Amazing. frustrated noises
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