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Jul 2013 Céleste

Alissa Rogers

And yet again, I care too much.
It burdens my shoulders
and suffocates me everyday.
Thoughts of everyone, everything,
efforts to remember,
it has consumed me
as would a storm.
To think that they-even you,
never wanted me,
it was always her.
Compare us
and I will always come up short.
And? I shouldn't even care.
It is dangerously shallow water to swim in;
but I cannot yet let it go:
I wish terribly to be
just one person's first choice.

#anxiety #love #rejection #shallow

Jul 2013 Céleste

Ancient Ways

Jul 2013 Céleste

Matthew Walker

Ancient Ways

Words written centuries before my name was imagined,
When they think of my name, I’m labeled with these words,
Ideas invented long before my first breath,
I follow the ideas with every breath.

But is it real or just some silly fairytale?

They say my book is rooted in hate,
When read in context, I find love,
But the followers always seem to discriminate,
Are the followers denying the one above,
Or am I living a lie?

Gay marriage,
Women’s rights,
Human slavery.

In the ancient text,
I find confusion about the great debates,
Is our culture wrong,
Or does my way support hate?

Every single day I search for answers,
I beg for truth,
But nothing changes,
I find nothing new.

Can I speak to the author of my handbook,
Or must I keep chasing the wind?

4/4/2013

Jul 2013 Céleste

Here's to the Cigarette Kids

Jul 2013 Céleste

Vanessa Corinne

Here's to the Cigarette Kids

If you kissed me in the dark with your lips tasting
Of alcohol and smoke on your breath I might fall in love
Perhaps not forever or even until we saw the sun,
But for one moment in our fleeting lives.
I'd give you my body so take it, **** it, hold me
As we sleep off a night we might not remember tomorrow.
When you wake up I'll be gone; you will never realise
But I left a little piece of my soul imprinted on yours.
And though I can not have you when we touch the day,
And though my heart belongs to everyone and no one,
Remember, for one moment,
I was yours, yours completely and yours alone

Jul 2013 Céleste

My heartbeat plays loud at night

Jul 2013 Céleste

Emma

My heartbeat plays loud at night

I’ve always meant to sit by the sea and write you a letter
I would acknowledge the setting
(maybe of the sun and the tables outside a restaurant)
I would try to capture the sun-soaked skin and those visionary
sparkles of the sea
Which exist only between blinks
I would try to capture them for you.
I know I'll never send this, there is
No coffee cup beside me; no seagulls
are chirping within my reach
The only saltwater streams down my cheeks
Without the idyllic canvas is it worth anything?
All love gives me now is
the stabbing and wrenching of my heart.
I wrote a letter last year
after tossing and turning.
It's much too late to send
Dead ink on a Christmas card months past its
expiration date
never left the box in my shelf
You never broke your promises, you never kept them either
So what example was I left to follow?
I wonder if I would recognize you
through a stethoscope.
Did I lie?
If I cannot remember I don’t expect you to.
I wonder if your mind ever wanders far enough
(mid-song, mid-tossing and -turning)
to reach me
to write me a letter
Another that you’ll never send
...or perhaps they are all unwritten
even worse; unthought
I wonder if you would recognize me
through a stethoscope.

More like spilling out thoughts than a poem - wrote this a long time ago at around 3 am

Jul 2013 Céleste

Somewhere between us; a wall.

Jul 2013 Céleste

Emma

Somewhere between us; a wall.

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sprouted
a
wall

Hurdling over it used to be fun.
until it grew, and we had to mount it
but even then, the feat of
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made me appreciate seeing you more

but now it has
become so big
that our voices
are barely able
to attain the pe
ak; even the m
emories of you
have trouble re
-aching me pa
st the obstacle
that i now see
instead of you
r soft, soft eyes

I miss the touch of your palm against my palm
Now I can only press it against this disdainful and cold brick wall,
hoping that you might be pressing your hand against the same brick,
just on the other side.
hoping that my warmth might eventually sink through to you,
that my rain/tears might corrode the clay
hoping that maybe, maybe, maybe

you will hope the same thing too.