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 May 2013 Amy Ems
marina
.
i want to carve
the ugly
out of my
bones
.
i feel like i had more to say with this, but i couldn't find the words
 May 2013 Amy Ems
marina
i want to fall in love the way kids do-
diving right into

the kind of love that doesn't have to be
intimate or serious,
(because in all seriousness,
intimacy scares me)

the kind of love that makes a girl
want to tip her head back and laugh,
just for the hell of it

the kind of love that doesn't need
labels or reassurance
because none of it really matters when
together is  all that's on anyone's mind

the kind of love that happens
on the beach during summer in converse and
cutoffs and slushies and corntoss

the kind of love that happens ever day
right in my back yard
that i can't seem to find in anyone anymore
sorry, this isn't even poetry really.  i just needed to get thoughts off my mind.  this'll be deleted in a few hours.  or at least by tomorrow night.

seriously though, florida makes falling love (or infatuation) way too easy and way too hard all at once.  on one hand, it's impossible not to because of beaches and icecream and warped tour and guitarists and corntoss and music scene that is way too good.  there are too many options and people and places and things to fall in love with.
meanwhile, you grow up watching all the summer romance movies and reading all the books and then reality is just like ***, nobody really cares about each other like that.  either your the best of friends or you get into a relationship and either you (a) suddenly hate each other, or (b) somebody wants to elope, leaving the other person feeling flattered but totally awkward and everything ends disastrously.  

and that's all.  sorry for the rant.
 May 2013 Amy Ems
marina
skeletons
 May 2013 Amy Ems
marina
i wonder if our bones feel it differently
when we realize we aren't permanent,
and  that  eventually, we  have  to  die
j u s t  l i k e  e v e r y o n e   e l s e  

do they grow tired knowing they serve
such a finite purpose,  or do they grow
restless  to show their complete  worth?

(because even though in spirit we never
truly leave, our bones do  nothing more
than waste away quietly in the ground.)

or do they not feel the pain
at  all  until  it  is  too  late?
i don't even know what i'm trying to say anymore.  i have all these words in my head but they don't sound right out loud and wow migraines are no fun
 May 2013 Amy Ems
marina
i've been
longing to ask
if you'd
colour
me
in
(i wouldn't even mind
if you didn't take the time
to stay inside the lines)
 May 2013 Amy Ems
marina
whispers
 May 2013 Amy Ems
marina
i wish i could hold all your freckles
in the palm of my hand,
(sprinkle them across my body
and drown in them slowly,)

so i could carry a piece of you
with me, always.
&i; don't think the title will make any sense in relation to the poem
unless you are me.  so disregard it.  c:
 May 2013 Amy Ems
marina
sometimes, i wonder
if you still cry
when you hear our song
(just like i do)

and i know it's selfish
but i still hope that every
love poem you write
makes you think of
me
oh, my whole world, it is sleeping,
but my world is you.

the paper kites- that band just kills me now.  i can't even play the song correctly anymore since i walked away from this.  even though i'm getting over you, thinking about you still trips me up every once in a while.
 May 2013 Amy Ems
marina
(you were)
going                        
                  g o i n g            
                                    g o i n g

(and all too suddenly)
gone
an awful kick off to ten-word tuesday
but whatevs
 May 2013 Amy Ems
marina
today i woke up not knowing where i
was or how to get back home,
(or if i would ever feel at home again)
because although i awake in the same
bed every day, this room is unceasingly cold
and i find myself more and more lost in these
sheets that i don't know as my own  anymore.

i had lain there for forever trying to remember
the last time i had felt comforted by sleep-
when the only thing i could find under my pillows
were nightmares about empty skies and
words that got lost in translation, i had to stop
in my tracks and reteach my self how to breathe.

i'm starting to get this awful feeling
that i'm not always going to fall asleep alone
but i'll still wake up terribly lonely.
um...yeah.  lately i've been feeling unsettled.  restless.  
now, now is making things better though.  "i am what you need when you can't find it somewhere else / i am what you want when you don't want anything else"
fjafdkljaf they are so good
 May 2013 Amy Ems
marina
your loss for words
is the most beautiful poetry
i have ever known;
i want nothing more than
to hold that secrecy
behind my lips
and keep it there
forever.
i wrote this months ago,
but it still rings true
 May 2013 Amy Ems
marina
dead ends
 May 2013 Amy Ems
marina
how do we
overcome
ourselves?*
he asked,
and i cried
because i
know that
we can't.
bwahh, title help please?  because i'm lost.
also, i cry too much.
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