aerielle

aerielle Nov 2013

if pain is measured by a wrist
or a scratch
or a bruise
or a gun underneath your pillow,
then you are the epitome of it

and if happiness is measured by a smile
against the pressure in your bones
and the marks on your skin
and the cigarette flames that illuminate your face,
then you are the beauty of it

aerielle Oct 2013

Train Wreck

I am no longer waiting
for you by the train station
where the lights are dim and flickering,
where our silhouettes often touch

I am no longer watching
the doors open and close,
leaving me with an impossible choice
of staying or going

I no longer choose the former
Not only because my eyes hurt from watching,
because my ears hurt from the eerie silence,
because my legs hurt from waiting too long

But because I want my eyes to hurt from staring at the sun,
and my ears to hurt from the music outside
where the silhouettes barely touch
I want my legs to hurt from dancing too much
and walking and running too fast -
away from the train station
away from you

aerielle Oct 2013

Definition

In words, we are lost
in a sea of miscalculated probabilities
and frozen moments in time

In gestures, we are lingering
behind a string of unspoken words
and inarticulate pain

But in love, we are roaming
in between dimensions of mellifluous,
infinite encounters,
seeking for that unwavering consistency of bliss,
and finding it

aerielle Oct 2013

A passerby

He is the feeling
that creeps up my spine
and chokes it
just tight enough
that I feel it
in my veins
in my heart
and my brain

He is the sound of
birds in the summer
and the smell of
grass after
a thunderstorm,
the gun of a soldier
and the person it's pointed at

I am just a passerby
a wallflower
a pair of brown eyes
and a safe distance away

And I see how much it hurts
and I understand the lust
for the silence
in the chaos that is in him

But I am merely
human
and I am not a hero
I am just - and always will be -
a passerby

aerielle Oct 2013

DNR

Tie my heart to an anchor and
Drop it into the sea
Blow bubbles into my lungs
And just let them be

Do not pull me apart and fix me
Do not even try
Just leave my veins tangled
Let me bleed -- watch me die

Because you cannot fight
When there is no more war
You cannot run
Without running too far

Tie my heart to an anchor and
Throw it into the sea
Blow bubbles into my lungs
And
     Do
         Not
             Resuscitate
                 **Me

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