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Why can't we have meaningless talk
the way people have meaningless ***-
you would crash over me into a
river of un-scathing emptiness
and leave marks on my skin-
stories that this was where
you started to tear at
the seams
effortlessly
like the silkness
of your sorrows on my floor.

You would become a sultry verse
in this anthology of every day
lodged between the rush and
vacancy of broken hearts
and anguished limbs.

You would radiate the heat
of your angry, angry heart onto
the cold deadness of mine,
and we could burn and melt
all at the same time.

Meaninglessly you would leave
me out of breath,
gather your clothes
and go home.
These days I could only wish my heart could ride over this storm. Meaninglessly.

The first "bold" poem.
We call her name like she's the queen.
Lips quiver with understated pleas.
So this is what "your highness" means.

The analog clock wails 4:18.
Our voices muffled in this cool sea.
We call her name like she's the queen.

You, my own porcelain figurine,
Each tiny chip of you impales me.
So this is what "your highness" means.

No room for time here in between,
All else I've known has been set free.
We call her name like she's the queen.

Quake my pulse like a tambourine,
Let me teach your mouth to see.
So this is what "your highness" means.

Powerless when she intervenes;
Royalty lives between the knees.
We call her name like she's the queen.
So this is what "your highness" means.
8/9/2014
 Oct 2014 Maggie White
Aron De Ro
Take my hand*
Don't you dare hesitate
Wrap your pinky around mine
My fingers *dream
of this casual embrace
I'll guide you through an ember road
& shield your eyes from the rising smoke
That emits from the beauty of
Your skin and bones
 Oct 2014 Maggie White
Aron De Ro
My head must be in the clouds
For rain keeps dripping down my eyes
Into an ocean of self loathing
That title is the best. Don't lie.
 Oct 2014 Maggie White
Aron De Ro
Your words are music to my ears
My broken soul's reprise
A chansonette to ****** my fears
I miss your perfect eyes
When you looked into mine
& gazed into my soul,
    you saw the gaping                                      hole
inside of my chest
where your head used to rest
I still breathe, you still live
These dreams are all I have to give
I dream of books stacked by the hundreds
& lips itching to meet with skin  
Where hours are minutes and roses are rings
I don't know why I dream of these things
And secrets were spilled, but never were tears
And our love filled the void of a lonely three years
 Oct 2014 Maggie White
AFJ
I told her if she stayed I wouldn't write another word.
Id take every notepad hiding in my closet and watch it burn.
She looked at me bewildered.."Now wouldn't that be absurd?,"

So I explained..
How every phrase i jot down is rooted in pain..

Stemming from grief..
Lack of belief..
Lack of understanding love outside of the sheets.
Reminiscing of a time when the piece would bring peace.

When all I ever longed for was a piece of mind.
but longing doesn't exist in a land before time.

and that is where every single one of my lost pages resides in...
a land lost, never to be seen again yet glowing in a pile of debris like diamonds...

So you see if you stay.,

The demons that keep me up at night would all disappear.
In consequence I wouldn't write my memories in fear..
that perhaps one day ill lose my mind along a pier.

Don't ask me if she stayed.


-afj
 Oct 2014 Maggie White
Q
I'll write a letter
To those who matter
Because, though I won't be there to see
I want to imagine the faces of those
Who I'm not writing to.

I'll write a note to him because he still intrigues me
It'll be a cowardly note that says everything I couldn't
And I'll cross my fingers when I open my veins,
I'll pray he didn't care for me
I'll pray it doesn't hurt him
Because he doesn't deserve it.

I'll write a note to her because she's his
And he's hers and that still hurts me somedays
And because I love her like I love him:
In a million, million ways.
And I'll cross my fingers when I open my veins
I'll pray she's enough to get him to stay
I'll pray she doesn't care so she'll be okay.

I'll write a note to her because she birthed me
And I'll explain the importance of contraception
And I'll tell her I don't blame her and give absolution
And then take it back in the next sentence.
And I'll cross my fingers when I open my veins
I'll pray she hurts until she can barely breath
In the same breath, I'll pray she forgets me
And uses the rest of her life to be as free as she wanted to be.

I'll write a note to him because he's my sister
And I'll explain the way I hate him and do hate him
And I'll explain the way I never stopped feeling the rage
Of every single wrong he did me over the years
And then I'll forgive him because he doesn't need me to
And I'll cross my fingers when I open my veins
That he'll understand the simplicity and importance of tact
I'll pray that he gets everything he wants in life
I'll pray he understands why I couldn't wish that
While there was still air in my lungs.

I'll write a note to him because I hate him and I love him
And it'll explain the way child abuse lingers for years
And it'll say how much I wanted to see his grave before my own
And it'll say how I never wanted to see anyone live forever besides him
And it'll explain how he hurt me by withholding unconditional love
It will explain how little I cared after the first decade crept by
And I'll cross my fingers when I open my veins
And I'll turn over to pray
I'll pray he gets what he's due
I'll pray he finally dies
I'll pray he gets some happiness
And I'll do it all in one word: Why?

Those are the notes I'd write.
No one else I'd explain to.
Those are the people who've impacted my life.
If I keep death bare and simple.
I'm not crying this time.
I'm not just on the brink, about to go
I'll think, just as I always do
But there's no indecision anymore.
This is not a place I want to be
Not a life I want to live
But I still have a single ambition
I've still got one last wish.

So I'll do it.
I can be my own shooting star.
I'll get that last dream done
And open a vein? Or step in front of a car?
When I'm done with that I'll write a will
Containing three items:
Burn all my stories and poetry, delete my existence
Cremate my body, funerals are too expensive.
Be honest in my death, express your abhorrence.
 Oct 2014 Maggie White
Arcassin B
AB:
So when the last time did you get a call from him,
He must really want you in his follows that Requiem,
I can it make better , if you wanna talk,
If anything I wanna be one you should stalk
Invading all my privacy,
And telling me you love me,
Erase,
The facts,
Clarity,
And lucid memory.

K:
It has been a while since he sang poetry into my heart,
I knew he would be the end of me, from the start,
Enraptured in desire for his love alone,
Waiting all night by the silent phone,
Could I find in you, the comforting voice I need,
Find the flourishing flower of love's rooted seed,
Rewind,
The heartache,
Regret,
And infatuated greed.

AB:
Silence always says a thousand words,
Painted a picture with your sentences when they occur,
You gotta get in the line or despare like everybody else,
No skips , no hold your place, you won't have any help,
Illusions of having wealth,
I plan to see you I can't help myself,
I never got down, on my knees for you,
I'm swimming for your love like Michael Phelps,
Will we fall in love ? The time will tell,
Calling you on the phone with volume excelled.

K:
I hear what your meaning aloud an clear,
Gotta live my life bold with nothing to fear,
Pining over a fool, not worth holding my breath for,
You walked into my life, I kicked him out the door,
Now I want you to understand what I am saying,
No need to swim for my love,
Or getting down on your knees praying,
All I need is a little of your affection,
and a little of your time,
To know if we come together,
like rhythm and rhyme,
Whatever the future holds,
the two of us will find.
Me and kalypso
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