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Jul 2014 · 417
Superheros II
Steven Muir Jul 2014
I.
I would like to say
that I've given those silly things

II.
I should tell you
I no longer wait for the pages of my comic books
to leap to life
to fight

III.
But that would be a lie,
so I'll just say

IV.
If you meet someone who
believes in heroes,
don't make them stop.
We're getting through the ******* day:

V.
So my crutch is something fictional
something I will never be.

VI.
Take it to your ******* grave,
the words you'd say to me.
"Child's stories" and "fake" and "not real"
Do you think I don't know that?

VII.
I do but it's easier
to get though the day
pretending I have
someone to save.
Jul 2014 · 201
Untitled XXIII
Steven Muir Jul 2014
I.
You make blood look delicious.

II.
That's wrong,
and I wish I could say it with conviction.
Jul 2014 · 194
Sin
Steven Muir Jul 2014
Sin
I.
And they told me
"All sin is equal in the eyes of god-
and so, you're loving a woman
is just as bad
as if you'd killed one."

II.
I do not
understand god.
Jul 2014 · 229
Advice from a lonely boy
Steven Muir Jul 2014
I.
Don't listen to sad music
when you already feel like crying.
Jul 2014 · 370
Let's Begin
Steven Muir Jul 2014
I.
Let's begin by taking all our clothes
and packing them into a trunk.

II.
Let's begin by packing up our fridge
we'll put it in a cooler.

III.
We can shove them in our car,
please stop and grab my sunglasses,
we're going to need a flashlight
two pillows
and a sleeping bag.

IV.
Come on quickly let me
grab your hand
and we'll start -
I've got a map.

V.
We'll go from here to there
and stop at every town in between,
I'll make us dinner,
you make up the bed.

VI.
Quick, jump in,
I want to begin.
Jul 2014 · 307
Carson
Steven Muir Jul 2014
I.
You're
a driving force ,you're
a maniac ,
in the best of ways.

II.
You're calm and
collected,
you're handsome.

III.
I'm not in love with you, and
I wouldn't want to be.

IV.
But I do love you.

V.
I don't think I've ever been
so lucky
to call someone my friend.
Jul 2014 · 172
Untitled XXII
Steven Muir Jul 2014
I.
"Ready soon?"

II.
"Ready now."

III.
"Come on, young lady."

IV.
And it's don't call me that,
and
I'm too afraid to say it
but what a dagger
in my side.

V.
I'm not young lady
anymore,
but I just can't seem to
tell.
Jul 2014 · 582
Untitled XXI
Steven Muir Jul 2014
I.
Never read over poems from when you were falling in love.

II.
Never plants flowers you cannot water.

III.
Never paint walls you don't want to live inside.

IV.
Never buy a dress you don't feel manly as hell in.

V.
Never pick up a guitar if your fingers already hurt.

VI.
Never forget your medication.

VII.
Never forget it twice in a row.

VIII.
Never refuse candy.
Because someone recently commented that my poems may not seem fair to readers - this isn't rules for the world. It's for me.
Jul 2014 · 429
Untitled XX
Steven Muir Jul 2014
I.
I've only gotten one
college recruitment letter.

II.
It's from an
all girl's school.
Jul 2014 · 241
Untitled XIX
Steven Muir Jul 2014
I.
They name every hurricane after
a woman.

II.
So she changed her name
to hurricane.
Jun 2014 · 257
Untitled XVIII
Steven Muir Jun 2014
I.
A veritable clusterfuck of bodies
and I've told no one,
I swear.

II.
But that brown shirt
loose enough to hide my chest
and long enough to hide my hips

III.
I was "he"
I was "bud"
I was "son".

IV.
I was
happy.
Jun 2014 · 200
Untitled XVII
Steven Muir Jun 2014
I.
Everyone would like to be
beautiful
now wouldn't they?

II.
Don't get that
word near me.
Jun 2014 · 433
Untitled XVI
Steven Muir Jun 2014
I.
Hey.

II.
Hi, I'm Will.

III.
Will?
Where have your last two letters gone?

IV.
With my femininity.
Jun 2014 · 195
Untitled XV
Steven Muir Jun 2014
I.
You know
you go somewhere for inspiration
and all you find is

II.
"Remembrance"
"To those who died"
"Rest in peace"

III.
And the occasional
"I'll stand with you
in this *******
battle"

IV.
I want to poem
that is not about a battle
I want a poem
that says

V.
Good,
you've ******* made it.
Good on you.
Jun 2014 · 342
Untitled XIV
Steven Muir Jun 2014
I.
Look at him
picking daisies

II.
Would you call him
less of a man
for loving flowers?

III.
His anatomy protects his manhood
While mine de-validates it.
Jun 2014 · 204
Untitled XIII
Steven Muir Jun 2014
I.
The dark scared me
so much last night

II.
That I didn't sleep
until I could hear
birds
Jun 2014 · 203
Last Night
Steven Muir Jun 2014
I.
What a ******* disaster
If only I could scream in this house

II.
I want to cry
and thrash
and I want someone to hold me back
****

III.
I made a mess of your shirt
I'm sorry.
Thank you for the clothing
it makes me easier
in my skin
that is all wrong.
Jun 2014 · 279
Forgotten
Steven Muir Jun 2014
I.
I am
forgotten
by some

II.
And I am
learning
so slowly
to live with that

III.
It's so
hard
I hope you realize

IV.
And I'm not angry
you've done nothing with the intention
of hurting me

V.
Maybe I'm clinging to that
it's an honest mistake.

VI.
Maybe it's not.

VII.
But I don't blame you
in the least,
I guess.
Jun 2014 · 259
He/Him/His
Steven Muir Jun 2014
I.
She is
gone

II.
She fell away
look what's left

III.
He is not beautiful
he is not adorable
he is not any of the words
that you called him a year ago

IV.
He is strong
alive
funny
handsome, maybe

V.
Those are words,
they probably don't seem like
much.

VI.
Not much,
but oh god,
when he hears them
they sound like heaven.
Jun 2014 · 195
Myself
Steven Muir Jun 2014
I.
And the panic attacks
they're getting worse
spiraling down

II.
It is okay to cry
but crying by myself
is terrifying
and I can't do it

III.
It's like
breaking a plate
when you know you are out of glue
Apr 2014 · 321
Fickle Time
Steven Muir Apr 2014
I.
Every day like
a knife but not
for knives are defined
and days are
fluid

II.
Every minute
like an hour
but not,
for hours are long
and minute are sometimes
nothing but a blink

III.
Time is a fickle friend,
because no matter
how often
you go to see them
they keep mocking
never
constant.
Mar 2014 · 253
Untitled XII
Steven Muir Mar 2014
I.
You keep
me
grounded
set
in stone

II.
You keep me
settled
on the
ground.
Mar 2014 · 257
Untitled XI
Steven Muir Mar 2014
There comes a point when there isn't a lot left to do and everything is painful and you're waiting another month on that medication to come, for the doctors visit to even happen. I hate that point.
Mar 2014 · 244
hello
Steven Muir Mar 2014
I.
In every
hello
I want to convey
that there is an
i love you.
Mar 2014 · 205
Untitled X
Steven Muir Mar 2014
I.
We are
built on laughter
how can I
mention
tears

II.
Even knowing
you're terrified
you need a hand
a hug
to hold

III.
I'm terrified
because
we are built on laughter
Mar 2014 · 292
Untitled IX
Steven Muir Mar 2014
I.
Terrified
of the hours
between myself and tomorrow
terrified
of the time
I'll spend
tomorrow

II.
And when you say we don't need superheros.
This is precisely
what we need them for.

III.
Let me hang
onto your hand
lest I should
fall
Mar 2014 · 271
Untitled VIII
Steven Muir Mar 2014
I.
He fell for a woman called
Fate

II.
But his wing-man
was Coincidence.
Mar 2014 · 4.2k
Superheroes
Steven Muir Mar 2014
I.
We need
heroes.

II.
I do not believe in
the kind of heroes
that I want to believe in,
that I want to be.

III.
I would like
to carry a shield
a sword
a gun
I would like to become a fighter
when I got angry
I would like to be
genetically messed with
to be strong and fast.

IV.
You know
every book you ever read
they say it's not the strength
it's the honest
love
good
morals.

V.
Where would those
be
without the force
behind them.

VI.
Make me into a superhero,
and then
I can be good
because I'll
have to be.
Steven Muir Mar 2014
I.
I don't know you anymore
I don't know your friends
or your place.

II.
I missed
forgot
stopped saying hello when we passed
on the street.

III.
I heard
there was a man
and he was your father.

IV.
I heard his heart
gave up on him
only forty-eight
and gone in a flash.

V.
It's not beautiful,
and we're not heroes.

VI.
And now I regret leaving you
you must have others to turn to but
look what I've done.

VII.
It hurts for you in my chest,
It goes still for you in my mind.

VIII.
But you'll never
accept help from me
not now
because you don't know me
anymore.
Mar 2014 · 343
Diagnosis, But Not My Own
Steven Muir Mar 2014
I.
And her therapist said
A++ diagnosis
on my part when she told her
I'd done my own research.

II.
What had I said? I said
Trauma
Depression
Social anxiety
I don't want
my diagnosis to be correct

III.
Please
tell me something good
can come of this

IV.
Tell me
you can fix her
because I can't fix a thing
and it's the worst
thing I've ever done
to watch her
fall apart
Mar 2014 · 274
Something Someone Said
Steven Muir Mar 2014
I.
You wanted to assume
and you still do
you say
that because I can't
live the way
you want me to
I'm wrong.

II.
It is
impossible,
I would
die
I hope you
understand.

III.
Compared me to
a ******
a thief
a torturer
simply because
I couldn't eat how you wished.

IV.
It's ridiculous
how you
go about things.
Assumptions
Assumptions
Assumptions
And where did that ever get you?
Except a handful of
broken bones.
Mar 2014 · 425
Pieces
Steven Muir Mar 2014
I.
Of all the pieces I want to be
I never dream of being
the whole puzzle.

II.
Is that
wrong?
Steven Muir Mar 2014
I.
All the way from Spain,
the best letter I've ever been written.

II.
I am
amazed
by the sudden spilling of things.

III.
I want
to travel the world
with anyone who
will come.

IV.
I want
to live.
Mar 2014 · 180
Untitled VII
Steven Muir Mar 2014
I.
If only
she could love the body she's in
as much as
I do.
Mar 2014 · 200
Untitled VI
Steven Muir Mar 2014
I.
I lost
the painting
in the paint.

II.
All over
my canvas
were supposed to be
splatters that made
a
scene.

III.
Look now what I have.
Neither a scene,
not anything else.

IV.
Merely
a set
of splatters.
Mar 2014 · 271
Untitled V
Steven Muir Mar 2014
I.
We were
like ships that pass
in literature.

II.
You and I
we danced
for three years
that felt like a night.

III.
I never loved you,
because I
never loved a man.

IV.
My one regret
in being
who I am today
is I can't be who I am
and still be friends
with you.

V.
Slept light
listened to
that singer
bet you didn't know he was
gay.

VI.
Bet you didn't
know I was
either.

VII.
Remember when
it was flirting
and lies from both ends
but we were so happy
because we knew
what was lies
and what was truth?

VIII.
You
wouldn't
remember
would
you.

IX.
Talk to me about
school.
Not there
for copying the math
am I?
Is that
hard
for
you?

X.
Do you
miss me?
Mar 2014 · 199
Untitled IV
Steven Muir Mar 2014
I.
To look at me
you'd think
I was a model.

II.
How many times
has a girl
said "I'm
jealous of your perfect waist
your hips
the way your ribs all show."

III.
Don't be jealous,
be thankful
it's not you.

IV.
I am
beautiful
in the right
that I am sick.

V.
I have no
weight on my bones
because my stomach
cannot make it stick.

VI.
Don't wish you
were like me.
As much as you want my shape
you do not want
my body.
Mar 2014 · 284
In Her Body
Steven Muir Mar 2014
I.
She thrashes
against the sides of her
stomach
arms
legs.

II.
She is as beautiful as
the night
the day
the dawn
the sun
and moon
all in one
and yet
she hides away.
Steven Muir Mar 2014
I.
Look at
them all

II.
I knew them
as children
we were all in the woods
I thought
they are so much more then I
am

III.
I figured
they would always be
so important
so much

IV.
And they are
but they
are no longer happy

V.
I wanted to see them
in six years
I wanted to see how happy they would be

VI.
Six years
and look
lungs full of smoke
wrists covered in scars

VII.
I'm
worried
about
you.
Steven Muir Mar 2014
I.
It is beginning
to be whispered now.

II.
"She's sick,"
and indeed
they're right.

III.
Spilling it
like spilled coffee
the world's most used
psychoactive
they all scatter in awkward
worry
for safety of someone
they care nothing for.

IV.
Do they really believe
that I am
a different human being
then I have been for two years
now you know I'm sick

V.
Because I am ill
because I cannot eat sometimes
and others cannot stop
because my body cannot get enough food
it doesn't know how to process half the things
I put in.

VI.
Because I am ill
because I cannot sleep sometimes
and others cannot stop
because my body cannot get enough rest
it doesn't know how to shut off the thoughts
and sink.

VII.
I get asked
"Do you have an eating disorder?"
because I am so skinny
there is nothing to me
I am not more then
Ninety-eight pounds on a good day
I have never been
one hundred.

VIII.
No.
I do not
have an eating disorder.
Mar 2014 · 183
Untitled III
Steven Muir Mar 2014
I.
You are as though
the night had seeped into a bag
and someone had sealed it off.

II.
You are a trap -
you are trapped.
Your mother closed up the doors to
opportunity
and shut you down
and you told me
"It was better
when she
drank."

III.
You do not want
to be anything anymore
except for
to be
away from
home.

IV.
Drive them away with a sword
built of words.

V.
If only they listened
you would.
Mar 2014 · 486
Untitled II
Steven Muir Mar 2014
I.
It's been
raining

II.
For someone
with so many painful muscles
painful bones

III.
I know it's
too cold outside for me

IV.
Where does a butterfly go when it snows?
If I were the butterfly
would my wings be broken?

V.
Keep quiet
little love

VI.
Am I
anything more then the trees
am I anything less
they take the rain and grow
and I shatter
at the slightest touch

VII.
A butterflies wings
are ruined
and though she sips the water from the stream
she is nothing
in the rain
Mar 2014 · 168
Untitled I
Steven Muir Mar 2014
I.
The three of them
they were all laughter

II.
There were two
one was me
another was her
and the third
the third was him

III.
As if no one loved her
as if no one was crazy about her
as if no one thought she was beautiful

IV.
As if he wasn't important
as if his life had no meaning
as if his life didn't have any reasoning

V.
As if
as if I'd keep them forever
couldn't have both
didn't seem allowed, did it.
Steven Muir Mar 2014
I.
There is
A speck of dust on her lashes
How enchanted and delighted
I imagine it must be

II.
There are
Emotions tearing her up inside
How guilt ridden and unsure they must be
To have hurt something
Like the dawn of springtime

III.
Were she
To sit beside a flower
I am sure it would melt in shame
For never having been beautiful

IV.
Tackled countless times
Tricked by her own mind
She is more likely to believe
In a world where she is afraid
Then one where she can stand

V.
A slippery *****
She is
But one that catches you
At the bottom
Eyyy though I'd finally post something, this was initially for English class....but it came out pretty well I think. But there you have it.

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