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Dec 2014 CS Oakes

Liz And Lilacs

A man once loved her
She warned him to stay away.
She was a monster,
She liked to hurt.
She knew she would hurt him,
Because she couldn't understand
Why he would love her.
He grew sick of her self hatred,
He didn't want to see her scars.
She couldn't write love poetry for him,
Because she doesn't believe in love.
He gave up on her,
and she wrote more poems.

Dec 2014 CS Oakes

Fled

Dec 2014 CS Oakes

Claire Elizabeth

Fled

The day that you finally left me
I think that mountains crumbled into the sea
The Heavens collapsed upon Hell
And the universe left my eyes and
Fled into yours

Dec 2014 CS Oakes

Best option

Dec 2014 CS Oakes

Bhupathi Prabhakara Rao

Best option

The best option
to live well is
to love well.

Dec 2014 CS Oakes

Ever fresh (10W)

Dec 2014 CS Oakes

Bhupathi Prabhakara Rao

Ever fresh (10W)

Two things are ever fresh
Your beauty and my love

Dec 2014 CS Oakes

7 Reasons Why It's Hard Being a Poet

Dec 2014 CS Oakes

Devon Webb

7 Reasons Why It's Hard Being a Poet

We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.

We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.

It's worth it though.

Dec 2014 CS Oakes

He says

Dec 2014 CS Oakes

Ember Evanescent

He says

He says he likes to watch
Raindrops roll down the glass

Watch me cry then
I'm made of glass

I don't like being breakable and I don't want to let this boy into my life again because it hurt last time and he really isn't worth it. I think I just want a boy, any boy really, to care about me, and he is the only one who MIGHT right now. That's the only reason I even smiled at all when I read his text. it has nothing to do with him, just the IDEA of him. he is actually nothing but a pathetic ****.... ****, I gotta remember to remind myself of that, can't get ****** in again.

#madeofglass

Dec 2014 CS Oakes

I remember you

Dec 2014 CS Oakes

Ember Evanescent

I remember you

You dad used to work with my dad
I remember
You and I used to argue
About who was taller
When our families
Got together for dinner
You were the boy
With the slightly curly blondish hair
We were those friends
Who were friends when they saw each other
But our time together
Was always limited
And we never hung out or talked
When our families didn't arrange to meet
But I remember you well
You probably don't recall this
But you taught me how to tie my shoes
When we were little
Back then
It was okay
To be friends with a guy your age
Without any thought of romance
Having any possibility
Of coming into play
But now
You and I
Are older
The same age
And tonight
And I heard your family
Was coming
So I put on a dress
Even though it was a bit much
For the occasion
I blow dried my hair
And put on my make up
Tried to look pretty for you
Rehearsed smiling
When I opened the door to you
But unfortunately
I opened the door
And only your parents came in
You were busy or something
I don't know
The parents joke
About how they should have told you
That I was going to be there
Good opportunity for you to get a girlfriend
But honestly
That is kind of along the same lines
That I was thinking
I got all dressed up
For nothing
I'm a little disappointed
They talk about you
They say you've grown tall
Stockier than your older brother
I wonder
If your attractive eyes
Have changed at all
I hope not
Your eyes always smiled
Brighter than your mouth
I hope to see you soon sometime
Because I'd like to see
What has become
Of the boy I used to know
Who taught me how to tie my laces
With the smiling eyes
And the slightly curly blondish hair
You might have forgotten me
But I
Remember you

Well, that was a waste of a nice outfit.

#irememberyou #ineedabettergoalthanfindingaboyfriend

Dec 2014 CS Oakes

Depressing Haiku

Dec 2014 CS Oakes

Ember Evanescent

Depressing Haiku

How's it that you hear
Teardrops rolling down my cheeks
But not when I scream?

Glassy eyes scream louder than raw lungs

#fajitamustachedolphinmonsters #depressinghaiku #wowishouldreallybedoingschoolwork