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 Oct 2016 Birdcaller
wren cole
I find a poem that reminds me of you
In all your restless moonlit spirit
Besides
A few discrepancies

I forget that the whole world does not have your laughter memorized
And that others, too, have owned the night
From their own little corners

I forget this
So I softly curse the author
For confusing the color of your eyes

I want to rewrite the lines
Of every beautiful, breathless, footstep-tempo piece of poetry
Make little corrections
So our story is never convoluted

Our nights spent alive are far too precious and important

Sometimes I forget that these are not our stories
Others, too, have owned the night
From their own little corners
 Oct 2016 Birdcaller
wren cole
•short bursts of nostalgia•
•then nothing at all•
---
i would walk by your side
long hours spent falling in love on my own, in my mind

things were simple
but not so today
•no, everything's different•
we've moved away

•i never wanted to see this day•

but, so long to mesa
so long my home

the arms of your streets no longer hold me

•so long forever•
•so long ago•

•why is goodbye always so lonely?•
blah blah blah yammering about subtext and the doubts that rattle around in my mind about past things and never wanting to let go because i never want to grow up and leave everything behind and i never want to stop idealizing the past because it's the only time I remember ever feeling alive
 Sep 2016 Birdcaller
wren cole
i remember thinking you were beautiful
(you have always been)

i was so in love with you back then

(and sometimes the memories are tinted with questions)

you gave me a soft white jacket and i wore it every day so i wouldn't feel alone

when you broke me i threw that necklace into the street by our corner and i regret it to this day

i think i'd still wear it if i still had it

i'm terrified of forgetting and i'm terrified of letting go because i'm terrified that this will always have been the best time of my life
and i don't want to lose it
and i don't want to lose you

i think i'll always love you a little bit

i think my life would be much better if you were still a part of it

i still daydream
about running away
and having adventures
and never growing up
we have to grow up and i know it and i hate it
 Jul 2016 Birdcaller
wren cole
Don't ever let anyone make you feel like you're "nothing."
You are not nothing, you are everything.
Matter cannot be created or destroyed;
We are all SOMETHING,
Something incredible and constant,
We are a part of the beginning and end.
You are made of stars and oceans and canyons.
You are BEAUTIFUL.
You are INFINITE.
So when that boy with insecurity dripping with the sweat off his forehead calls you "nothing,"
Tell him "we are the same.
If I'm nothing than so are you,
So let's take these blank canvas lives and build
Because your atoms will be passed on.
So let's make a little magic for whatever we become
And they will be magic, too."
 Jul 2016 Birdcaller
wren cole
Distance is physical,
Time is mearly a concept,
And our hearts are so much stronger
Than these silly things.
I can feel the powerlines
That connect us across the miles,
Energy surging through them
Just like you and me.
We are the brilliance of the stars concentrated.
We are stronger.
Power doesn't look like a real word what the ****
 Jul 2016 Birdcaller
Jane Bell
I love you
And you love me
Sounds like the perfect mix
But you do not
Love my skin tone
Or crippling anxiety
Or tears down my face
You love
My laughter
And smile
And attention
While I love every piece of you
You find problems I keep trying to resolve
And change
Just for you
Because
I love you
And you love me
Just not all of me
If I could change these flaws about myself, god I would in a heartbeat for you
 Jul 2016 Birdcaller
Mae
tough times
 Jul 2016 Birdcaller
Mae
take me back
to when life was oh so simple
when all we did was laugh over the little things
not because of how messed up things are

can't anyone hear our cries for help?
or are they also dead deep down
ha ha, funny how maybe everyone feels like ****
when all we need is a hand to grip
Its not easy loving someone who does not have one ounce of love for themselves
or someone who finds it hard to love you because they were never taught how to
someone that is more comfortable playing violins in perfect symphony with their demon companions
rather than engulfing the sound of sweet melodic pianos by your side

it is not easy but i would wreck myself a thousand times just for the hope of you falling in love with all the purity that i have discovered beneath your skin.
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