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368 · Jul 2013
Loudon
My English teacher warned me
not to fear brevity
there are times not to be concise
but for the most part, wordiness
can only
hold me
back
367 · Jun 2013
Escape
there are mornings when I wake up
and the dreams the night before
are pools in front of me
distorted clowns of people begging to be mingled with
so much better than the dead insects on the shore
but I know in my dreams I am a quiet God
I do not trust myself with such power
so I force myself to stay away
with the socks draped over my hamper
and the bugs kicked off to the walls
364 · Sep 2014
Untitled
he smiles at things
that make him sad
chicken soup
mommy's smile
and the quick flint knife
of snakes at his back
358 · May 2013
Love Letter to a Fruit
The only orange on earth
grows 3 days by train, 7 hours by car, or 30 minutes through the air away
many years it had spent wasted,
yellow and bitter
too sour for any girl to kiss.

But when, by chance, I stepped into his orchard
I found him, not rancid,
but ripened
and sweet, full of western lights .

Now I'm dying for you, my love.
My skin falls off in great swollen swaths,
and the chill from the biting rain cuts to the core,
melts my bones better than any heat wave.

State lines as fences?
Well.
I will simply find a way to jump them.
Kumquat loves Orange
355 · Jul 2013
Tales from the Sea
The sea gives me the same feeling as the city streets
swelling, beating, breathing,
to a rhythm more like music
more alive than I could ever be
weaving a thousand fantasies
and holding me steadfast
with the knowledge
that is is
by no means
safe

It whispers beguilingly
telling tales of swashbucklers past
letting me know that
no
I might not come back
The musical beast!
the sea! the sea!
never conquered
and never known
355 · Sep 2014
Untitled
looking up again
the light has lifted from the sidewalk
and shines only on the tops of the apartments
351 · May 2013
Bloody Murder(ess)
He loved me dearly.
He made me sick.
350 · Jul 2013
Retinas
I keep trying to look at the sunset
but I end up scorching my eyes instead
345 · May 2013
Natural Progesion of Things
it got to the point
that all she could hear was
the fluttering of moths
340 · May 2013
Seventeen
Seventeen
still a baby girl in the eyes of my mother
who remembers my blue eyes fresh and wild

I look more wild now
hair shaved off with one streak leaping across
eyebrows always lifted
like an ***, really

To tell the truth, though
I have become meek
and she knows it.
I will burn you in effigy
with all of the hate welled up inside of me
watch and smile as I watch you burn
(maybe I will bring a camera! and some hot dogs!)

This is what they took from me
watch as the remainder of my sanity
float upwards of tendrils of spiraling flames and heat
339 · May 2013
Daddy's Little Girl
A father
Two fathers
I have two
Well, I have one

He cares for me. He is there.
Occasionally, he annoys the
ever
living
daylights
out of me
and he admits that
he cannot understand me
and that that frightens him more than anything.

I want to tell him that my ever present sadness
and the fear which, at times, threatens to vibrate my bones to jelly
till it drips out and down my fingertips
sticky and hot and red red red
I want to tell him that it is not all his fault

But my other father.

I never knew him
but mom says I have his wit
and his artistic flare
she only said that once
and we both cried

tried to email him
round about a year ago
no response

It is your fault, in part
not yours alone
but I cannot help but to resent you
you coward
nothing but a coward
left me when I was not even out and in the light
never once did my blue eyes see you
Did you know?
They look like yours.

A father
Two fathers
I have two
Well, I have one
338 · Jul 2013
Clean Curb
Last night was terrible
my own words cut my tongue and the ears of the man who loves me
He clung to me, trying to hold me together
but I was splintered well before he got to me
so all he could do was bleed.

But then
the sun
came
up.

That's what I wait for;
the next day.
As my Nana says,
the garbage man takes away everything that hurt you
but you just gotta wait till morning
keep pushing till the morning
So I did.
Thank you, sunlight
and to the birds outside
thank you to that man
and to my friends
The dawn crept up over my face,
and the broken windows were swept from the street
clean curbs.

I was broken glass last night.
But today, I start as just a girl.
Thank you to everyone who pulls together and saves me. Thank you so, so much.
329 · Sep 2014
Untitled
i was doing
so much better
and now
i am falling off of my desk
to play in the sunrise with
a ******* knife
spraying pepper spray in the knicks
somebody help me
i'm not even sorry
i'm an addict
can't ******* stop
i was stupid to think that i could
so now my insides are flying out like of my pores
and it feels so good
to hurt so much
329 · Oct 2013
autumn bones
The little times when my hands won't write
that's when my hands are heaviest
and my mind can't pull itself up
to write what binds it

September
September
this serious month
when the trees shed their summer skin
and the light begins to die away
September, September,
it eats on you
till there's nothing left
but autumn bones
324 · Jul 2013
Sleep
just lay in bed a while
and breathe
take in the literature beside you
take in the blackness outside
and the pitter patter of the constant rain

count in fours
one
two
three-
you get the picture
keep that up

i beg for the vent to come on again
to fill my ears with white noise
to cancel out the movies in my eyes
daring me not to close them
322 · Jun 2013
The Girl With Hell Inside
I yelled at him last night
for no real reason
I was happy and then a shot gun champagne cork
it just happened.
He recoiled, afraid.
Had I not just been laughing?
Joking?
And suddenly Hell reared its head
for a second
just long enough to snarl
Shut up shut up SHUT UP
He took pause, and I apologized profusely
I wasn't expecting
this wasn't your fault.
He just held my shoulders through the telephone
and pulled me to him
whispering softly
I am never afraid of you

Only afraid for you.
316 · Jul 2013
Dear
When I read a love poem
from even long, long ago
I imagine that they are from you
and the urge to kiss you becomes so great
that I feel I could reach into the fabric of the world
and make you come to me.
And when that urge
is denied
it breaks me so,
but ah!
I love you!
I love the crinkles in your eyes when you smile!
And the gray just starting in your hair!
314 · Jun 2013
Untitled
Fajitas? For Breakfast?*

Well

I still feel pretty.
308 · Jun 2013
The Reader of my Stories
You are the only one who can see the fireworks in my imagination


and the graveyards of my discontent


You are the only one who ever has, who ever will


and I, in turn, can see your stories and your ambitions


I want to see all of you


I want to touch all of you


and be as one


that is all I want
This is from a conversation I had with boyfriend. So taken was I with longing that this trickled off of my fingers. I took pause and read it again and realized...Jesus Christ, I am corny as hell, haha.
298 · Jul 2013
Shared Keys
The keys to our apartment are as cold as the early April day that you gave them to me
but warmer than the day after
the day I had to leave.
298 · Jul 2013
Untitled
I speak
English
Japanese
and
Chinese

Those are in order of my skill level.

He speaks
English
Japanese
and
French

I wish I could baffle his ears with such sweet sounds as French,
the music that it writes as he speaks
I will find something
that will amaze him
but there is no real language of love
282 · Jun 2013
Sick Little Girls
So often at night, I find that there is nothing better to do than to curl up in a ball
surrender to the terror in my mind
curse my own paranoia
and weep.
I cry until my bones are shaking
and the bed is too
until they fall apart
like shattered stained glass
and form new patterns of the ground
glittering, ready,
to slice my feet.
273 · Jul 2013
Facts
No I have never killed a man
never brought about a suicide
I have been in a couple pretty ****** fights
but that's about it
My issue is that I do feel impure
and I know that it isn't for a reason
so instead of complaining about it in real life,
I'll go on a poetry website
you know,
where that sort of thing is expected
270 · Sep 2014
Untitled
there is nothing so sweet
or sour
as the Bb range
high C
for those of us who can reach it
my god
heaven
261 · Jul 2013
The Issue
It only hurts so badly because
the only person I have ever let in
and really let in
that has loved me
and I have loved back with the same fervor

It only kills me so well
better than all the other things I have tried
is because I love him so
and he! He drinks!
and seeks to change me!
To get me to accept that!
I cannot
I know that I am mad for keeping such an ideal,
but I fight for it.
And he wants me to lose.
251 · Oct 2013
Untitled
i don't
know
what to say
to anyone
anymore
can't can't
i'm not i'm not
i'm not here for speaking
i'm bad
and i'm usually so good
what's happened with me
what's happened with me?
242 · Sep 2013
Untitled
there are few things so lovely
as being proved wrong about a person
but in a positive way
240 · Jun 2013
Well, You Found One
The
butter
has
stopped
flowing

                               ** But the clogs are still there.
224 · May 2013
Untitled
The creek was quiet
and the sky watched from the gray above
darling boy
you and I
we may only have today, it's true
but the creek, the sky, and you and I will make it all last.

— The End —