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Apr 2014 Morgan

sempiternal

Stop trying to remember his scent, he smelled like summer and reminds you of the time he made you laugh so hard, you snorted out milk on that dead, hazy day.

2. Don't waste your day trying to decipher what colour his eyes were, it'll only remind you of the galaxies and constellations that you once saw in his eyes

3. Stop trying to retrace the shape of his mouth in the middle of the night, you'll choke on your tongue trying to taste the mint he devoured seconds before pulling you in for a kiss

4. Stop reliving the times you clasped hands together, the glass plate will fall off your trembling hands.

5. Burn this list, admit that the galaxies and constellations shining in his eyes were wilted, the one in yours are bursting with fire. Remember on the dead, hazy day his laugh sounded like nails running down a chalkboard. Remember when you kissed, the weeds growing from his mouth entangled the roses blooming in yours.

Realize that one day, another boy is going to come and plant daisies where he left behind thorns.

Mar 2014 Morgan

i dont even know what to call this

Mar 2014 Morgan

name full of what

i dont even know what to call this

I know you have mountains of word
To try to make me feel good,
But the sweetness of your tongue
Masks the bitterness of them.
As friends falling down
Raining ashes to the ground,
Scoop the mounds in a backpack
And carry them around.
As the weight buckles your knees,
You drag them to the sea,
But the sandpaper earth
Wears holes in their coffin.
Then my job is done,
As your god has his fun,
Dragging memories out of the darkness
And into the son.
Let them sail away,
So the thoughts can decay,
And so the fresh breeze of autumn
Can bring them back some day

Mar 2014 Morgan

this doesnt really deserve a name

Mar 2014 Morgan

name full of what

this doesnt really deserve a name

They say we'll cross that bridge when we come to it..
But who needs a bridge when the waters runnin' dry,
from people bottling it up and selling it to the kids with glassy eyes.
The same kids who would write their dreams on paper boats,
to sail downstream,
But they're stuck sailing in circles in the puddles it seems.
So now they burn that bridge when they come to it,
and they're snorting up the ashes,
Because they think that's all they can do to preserve their dying passions.
So now they sell back their dreams cheap, unlike their habits,
and now we're just stuck with dreamless kids,
falling down holes chasing rabbits.

Mar 2014 Morgan

She

Mar 2014 Morgan

name full of what

She

She has eyes in the back of her head she said,
but she always had her back to a wall.
She said its always better to be looking behind you,
So you're always looking up when you fall.

She was beautifully optimistic,
in a pessimistic sort of way.
She would wander the city aimlessly,
To keep all of her thoughts at bay.

She always just kept moving,
until the day she just gave up.
She had 19 years behind her,
That hit hard when they caught up.

She always wanted to be buried in the ocean,
So it wasn't hard to take that leap.
Now the gentle waves keep her moving,
So She can finally get some sleep.

Mar 2014 Morgan

I dont even think this can be called a poem

Mar 2014 Morgan

name full of what

I dont even think this can be called a poem

Nope.

Mar 2014 Morgan

Her Song

Mar 2014 Morgan

LONDIN

Her Song

I know it's only my mind contouring his mouth into a smile and when I turn to walk away the velcro on his lips part; words like a choke-chain. But he has lyrics that remind him of somebody else etched into his hands, and she'll always be part of the plan.
He hums her song into my throat and we both pretend I don't understand.