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Tardigrade Mar 2016
Love isn't so fragile
To be broken by a twig
Or a stone
Or a hammer.
It can outlast anything
As long as there's a tie.
But you'd know that better
Than I.
So I'll take the hits
The slashes
And all the fear.
But I will remain strong
I promise you that
Because I told you forever
And that's a keeper.
Love is a double edged sword and I've stabbed myself but I will remain strong
  Mar 2016 Tardigrade
Putri Emilia
"Do you believe in second chances?",
Sparkled eyes and sincere curiosity.

"No",
I breathed out all of my strength as a single word.

Silenced wrapped upon us like a blanket on a cold winter nights.

"But there's nothing I can do but to keep giving you more than infinite chances anyways."
I whispered with the softest sigh.

"You made me realise believing and loving are of different substances."
The words were spoken through visible falling diamonds and silence.
Tardigrade Mar 2016
I hear your
Silent screams,
Your
Internal cries.
They rip me to shreads
And I don't know why.
I've been here for months
Trying to help
But you reject my attempts
And continue to yelp.
Why won't you let me save you from yourself?
  Mar 2016 Tardigrade
Elizabeth
In the dark we marked tattoos of
disintegrating constellations
on our rib cages,
our fingernails filled with ink.
We were told they would last
forever on 19 year old skin
when carved on the night where
each fallen brother of Sun kissed
our mid-August goosebumps.

The weight of our bodies
cut into the grass.
We came back the next evening to
watch these human Grand Canyons
sink deeper to Earth's liquid center
underneath flashlight flickers of an
approaching thunderstorm,
each bolt echoing on the hearts
of Lake Michigan fish.
The trees fell inside our craters
as we walked backward to my car,
fearing for our lives, but
immobile from each reaching meteor.

Perseus fell through Earth's granite throat,
parabolic melting of night sky.
Collapsed Big Dipper and Ursa Major
illuminated our chests
over shadow of dying white pine.
Written about observing the Perseid Meteor Shower in August of 2015. Truly a spectacle that everyone should witness in their lifetime.
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