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14.9k · Nov 2014
How to Love a Poet
curlygirl Nov 2014
Find a Poet Not a poser, not a "it's just a hobby" poet. Find one who mumbles lines as they scramble for a pen at breakfast; who shakes their head randomly when their thoughts aren't rhyming properly;  who has notebooks stashed around the house that you must never touch.
2. Listen Savor the spoken words, for those are harder to express. Keep in mind that they can't be edited and re-written, and be forgiving when a mistake is made.
3. Read The body speaks as loudly as words on a page do. When their eyes are closed or focused on the ceiling and the fingers are tapping out syllables, recognize the unique process. Respect the need for quiet, because if you look closely, you can read the poem on their face before they write it on the page.
4. Write Write your story together. Grab hold of the pen and hang on as you move across the page of life. Sometimes you will dance across, others you will be dragged. You may have to cross out a word, or a line, or a page, but don't give up. Discouragement is a poet's biggest enemy, inarticulateness their biggest fear. So end each day with a semi-colon, because the story will never end the way you think it will, and there must be room for more. There is always room for more, more words, more laughter, more tears, more love,
When you love a poet.
8.8k · Oct 2016
self control
curlygirl Oct 2016
the hardest
part of
letting someone
you love
go is
making yourself
stay away
5.2k · May 2015
Honesty Talks
curlygirl May 2015
I have a friend,
beautiful and daring,
who is now afraid to love
because of the men
standing in her shadow.
                                         "Maybe I don't know what love really is,"
she said.
                                         "Maybe you loved someone who didn't deserve it.
                                            And that's okay"

I replied.
3.4k · Jun 2015
I'm Afraid
curlygirl Jun 2015
he asked
"what are you afraid of?"
and broke when
i said
"the way i could love you."
2.8k · May 2015
His Dreamer
curlygirl May 2015
There's a place in her mind
where he can not reach,
no matter how deep
his longing goes.
Her form lies with his
but her closed eyes are
drinking in worlds
he never could,
no matter how much
he thirsts.
She's breathing in
ethereal elements
his lungs will never know,
because she is his dreamer.
2.1k · Dec 2014
Late Night Religion(10w)
curlygirl Dec 2014
only pours
from the
pages of
my *Bible
2.1k · Dec 2014
Honestly (10w)
curlygirl Dec 2014
There has never been
another person
capable of
fixing me
2.0k · Jan 2014
Because I'm Young
curlygirl Jan 2014
I'm found wanting the lion's share
of life,
often reaching for the stars and
taking the moon as well.
Youth courses through my veins
like gemstones as
blind ambition promises the world to me,
served on a platter forged of wanderlust and
childlike curiosity,
as a dowry.
He pecks my cheek and speaks of
what's to come,
of our progeny-
every wish that's made on a falling star and
every innocent kiss between lovers.
These and more I'm to have-
nights spent under foreign skies,
sincere love notes that were never delivered,
and cherished songs who lost their lyrics but
are still hummed to little ones.
Because of him,
these are to be my gifts,
they are to be my children,
they are to be my legacy.
1.9k · Jun 2014
Autism Prays
curlygirl Jun 2014
Autism prays for...
Chuck E. Cheese
Maya and Miguel
Huey, Dewey, and Louie
Mom and Dad
Pizza rolls
Subway sandwiches
Greeney phantom
the Brady Bunch
His greatness
His provision
and comedy cartoons
to watch all day.
1.5k · Jan 2014
curlygirl Jan 2014
Romanced by beautiful words
that carry me to another time,
I let myself be dressed in a flowing gown,
stitched together with the delicate
memories and intentions of the
master craftsman.
He makes it possible to live in a
brilliant haze of nouns, verbs and
extravagant adjectives.
My mind is full of wonder
and my heart is full of longing
as the dress is stripped off and
folded away.
I'm ****** into my street clothes,
into my daily drudge,
but I know my escape will be made again,
thanks to Mr.Fitzgerald.
Mr.F Scott Fitzgerald, that is. Love his work
1.5k · Jan 2014
Metaphorical Love Affair
curlygirl Jan 2014
The very day Creativity slipped a ring
on her finger,
they were wed.
Bound together by a compelling
need and desire
to be together,
to stay together, and
inspire together.
He let her run free,
knowing she would always
come back to his embrace,
for she craved the solace only he provided,
the expressions he alone understood.
They were beautiful,
and the ideas they lovingly crafted together
were beautiful,
if only to them.

She loved him because he was always there
when she needed him,
yet he was his own entity,
and could not be forced or coerced
into making something out of thin air.
He loved her because she tested his limits
She pushed him farther than he
thought possible,
but her results were mesmerizing.
They loved and created together
in a relationship that is
to every pair of eyes that sees them.

Sometimes he will leave her
to love another.
She refuses to be bitter because
she knows she is
of the same act,
sometimes choosing
Reality or
over her dear creative love.
The time apart makes
their reunion sweeter,
more memorable,
and more forgiving.
Some who know them both
will say there's never been a more
full and fragile marriage than the one
Creativity and a Free Spirit.
1.3k · May 2015
Skeleton Key
curlygirl May 2015
He was her skeleton key
changing shape and
fitting snugly to her,
dying to unlock
her so that he could
reside in the space
between her ribs
1.3k · Jun 2015
Be Immortal
curlygirl Jun 2015
"i think i'd like to live forever"
he breathed into my shoulder.
"if you break my heart,
you will"
i said.
1.2k · Jan 2014
2013 Abridged
curlygirl Jan 2014
Happy New Year!
"He made the team!"
Lots of basketball
Back to school
Time to decide on a college
"Hey, you want to join Speech and Debate?"
Instant best friends
Lots of practice time after school
"And 2nd place goes to..."
"Hi, my name is Max"
Lots of foreign kisses and adventures
Time to apply for college
Mom, I got a scholarship!
Prom is just around the corner
Would you go to the prom with me?
Graduation is just around the corner
No tears, I'll see you soon
Job interview
"We'd love to have you"
Difficult work days
"One of you kids is throwing up in the bathroom..."
I can't do this
"Sit by me!"
Saying Goodbye
"You made my trip to America. I can't forget you"
Buying textbooks
It's how much??
First day of college
"We're in this together"
Several coffee dates later
I'd punch myself in the face if you weren't here
Feeling disconnected
"Welcome to the BSU"
Finals week
Ingest coffee. Cry
The pay-off
"Let's go to a theme park!"
Park closed until Wednesday
Let's hang out!
"I'm in Denver..."
"Let's hang out!"
I'm on my way
I missed you.
"We'll hang out before I go back"
"I miss you!"
You'll be back soon, love!
Happy New Year!
Things in quotations are things that were said to me, not by me
1.1k · May 2015
Holding Breaths
curlygirl May 2015
He knew
the only
way to get
enough of her
was to breathe her into both lungs and never exhale
1.1k · Mar 2017
curlygirl Mar 2017
i can
still smell
you on
my skin,
even when
i try
not to
1.1k · Oct 2016
weekend away
curlygirl Oct 2016
he says
he doesn't want me
like he should.
his blood doesn't boil
and he doesn't feel desire
like he wants to
when he sees me.
but he comes to me
crawls to me
sneaks to me

in the night,
whispering "it's been a while"
while he brushes my cheek.
and then he's
satisfied and disappointed
when he realizes that
he needs me
more than
he wants me,
and that i'll always
want him
more than
i need him.
1.1k · Apr 2016
curlygirl Apr 2016
my favorite sound
is the one he makes
when my lips
meet his collarbone.
1.0k · Jun 2018
while i was sleeping
curlygirl Jun 2018
"i'm pretty sure...
you're the best
worst mistake
i ever made..."
he mused sleepily
as he kissed
my forehead
and i dreamed
in his arms
1.0k · Nov 2016
curlygirl Nov 2016
he is the
very antithesis of me,
yet somehow
in the night
we blend
so well.
light and dark
coming together
just to learn
what the other
tastes like.
1.0k · Dec 2013
curlygirl Dec 2013
The subtle glowing cave,
Walls humming softly with the energy
of ideas waiting to be born.
Whispers wafting from
space to paradoxical space,
drifting peaceably and holding
the awaiting moment by the hand.
This quiet dance soothes the soul,
calms the senses,
and restores the heart.
The gentleness of this equilibrium is
so delicate,
so fragile,
that it is often overlooked...
Until in a flash, a boom, a blink-
The offspring of the mind races forth
and disrupts the movement.
The translucent child
runs to and fro,
playing joyously amid the
vast expanse of matter
and exploring all of its wonderland.
It cries out in a loud voice,
for no other reason than to hear itself.
And runs, just to feel itself running.
If the child is noticed,
if the space gives it room to run and yell,
to be and to play,
then it grows.
It grows and forms.
It becomes complex and
more alive,
gaining depth and body
along with age and possibility.
The no-longer child
becomes full and real over time.
Gratefully accepting the space it has been given
and boldly asking for more
until it innocently consumes all.
Its impossible to ignore.
The cave becomes too small,
and the no-longer child must be let free.
It must be spoken of,
acted on, and lived out.
It must be accepted into other caves,
being reborn in the same manner as before,
but quicker, with more intensity,
it begins to spread.
It must.
It must be loved by some, and hated by few.
It must  challenge traditions with the desire to recreate.
It must.
1.0k · Oct 2015
what he knows
curlygirl Oct 2015
he doesn't know it
but when i lay in his bed
my mind is stringing together
adjectives and airy phrases,
trying unsuccessfully to
pin down the emotions
he breathes into me.

he doesn't know it
but when i kiss his skin,
i imagine my lips
peppering his chest
neck and arms with
ink stains that morph
into words like "lover"
and "darling".

he doesn't know it
but the smile he shares
with me under the covers
is pressed firmly
into the corners
of my heart,
begging to be immortalized
in words.
993 · Mar 2015
curlygirl Mar 2015
If each star is a wish
then the heavens are
illuminated by dreams.
Each one is lovely,
dancing gracefully
in the sky until it
comes true.
Then it falls down
to earth,
back to the mind that
first created it,
to wait for rebirth.
The ones that don't
come true
continue their eternal dance,
giving hope to the one who
put it there,
reminding them to
*never stop reaching for
the stars.
989 · Oct 2016
dissatisfaction (10w)
curlygirl Oct 2016
why let them all in
none of them stay?
980 · Jan 2016
curlygirl Jan 2016
i've been everything from a pessimist to
      a mess
a protector
       a liar
a learner
       a sinner
a provider
        a drinker
a lover
         an enabler
a care-taker
          a crier
a hard-worker
an optimist,
all molded into one to make me
                        **a human
977 · Dec 2015
curlygirl Dec 2015
she* refused
to cry
her sorrow
was the only thing
that still tied
her heart
972 · Oct 2016
his revival
curlygirl Oct 2016
he hit me
ol' time religion.
i went in a sinner,
then he
showed me the light
baptized me
in a flood
of his kisses,
and i came out
a saint.
960 · Oct 2016
my work
curlygirl Oct 2016
it may sound
but i did
on each piece of
his broken heart
to watch
come in and smash
the gentle thing
i bled to rebuild.
955 · Jan 2016
curlygirl Jan 2016
he slowly poured
his soul into
the cracks of
her heart and
made her feel
as though she'd
never been broken
934 · Jan 2017
they say
curlygirl Jan 2017
"you accept the love
you think you deserve."
*i didn't know
i thought so little
of myself
930 · Sep 2015
11:56 PM
curlygirl Sep 2015
he discovered himself in the
steam on the window
and the lace
of her lingerie.
"did you think you would find yourself here?"
she asked.
"no," he breathed, "but i'm glad i did."
929 · May 2016
dance partner (10 w)
curlygirl May 2016
Dance with me,
my soul cannot be still
around *you
902 · Jan 2017
parking lot talks
curlygirl Jan 2017
"i almost told you
that i love you,"
he confessed
looking past me.
"well...thank God
you didn't,"
i whispered
looking down.
895 · Feb 2017
un-do list
curlygirl Feb 2017
Its weird
that I still think
about you
it makes me
feel weak.
Its worse
I find myself
missing the
   oddest things.
   your mom
   your shirts
   how you held my hand
   the curve of your nose
    the way you like to run.
Its things like these,
the obscure
annoying things,
that keep me
     missing you.
894 · Dec 2015
1:13 am Us
curlygirl Dec 2015
her heart beat too fast for him,
too hard and too loud.
he loved to dance to her rhythm,
but his arms could not hold
onto her for long,
could not stand the wildness
radiating from within her.
so she held her breath,
she rejoiced less and was quiet.
her bounding heart slowed to
a whisper
and quickened only when
beheld by him.
she missed the feeling of life
in her chest always,
and soon she herself
became a whisper,
enveloped in the cool silence
of his arms
where she slowly turns
instead of dances.
883 · Oct 2016
cigarette treatment
curlygirl Oct 2016
he takes me in
with a long drag
while he lights me up
and just when
i'm on fire
he puts me out
with his sole
and leaves me
next to his empty
beer bottle.
879 · Sep 2016
the moment when
curlygirl Sep 2016
The moment I think back on
the most
isn't when
                   we learned to samba
                we saw each other naked
              our lips met for the first time
or even when we said I love you.
Its our last night together,
the night we
            played cards with your family
       slept in your twin bed
    couldn't work the DVD player
and took our first bedroom picture.
It was the night when
    I woke up and cried quietly
until you felt my tears on your skin
    You wrapped me up and rocked me back to sleep
    You whispered I'm here over and over again.
Don't you remember, love?
*It was the night before you left (me).
865 · Feb 2017
curlygirl Feb 2017
i have
the unfortunate
of not
realizing that
i love
until its
too late.
861 · Jan 2015
If I Gambled
curlygirl Jan 2015
I can only think in
half formed metaphors,
and before I know it
I bet
if I wrote down every
eloquent phrase I thought up
and stitched them together,
they'd make a
romance novel.
855 · Aug 2016
unreachable heights
curlygirl Aug 2016
i placed
my idea
of him
high upon
that pedestal,
then forgot
that the
real him
was afraid
of heights.
848 · Feb 2016
curlygirl Feb 2016
i'd never felt such
cold hands
grab hold of my heart before,
and i'd never known it could
shatter into so many pieces.
            and i'd also never seen a
            sweeter man come along and
cut his perfect hands to shreds
             by picking up the pieces
and putting my heart back together again,
792 · Sep 2015
siren song
curlygirl Sep 2015
"you're my siren,"
he confessed to the hollow of my neck.
"each kiss is a song,
and i would swim across
the entire ocean
to hear every note."
792 · Jun 2016
plot twist
curlygirl Jun 2016
We melted together in the night
                                    the dawn
                                    the quiet.
We held and kissed and loved
                                    and touched
                                    and whispered.
And then he left
                       left me to conceal
our night of passion
off the floor.
770 · Dec 2014
curlygirl Dec 2014
I hate myself for this
but ****,
*I miss you
770 · Oct 2016
the sun/son's bed
curlygirl Oct 2016
he felt slight in my arms,
like trying to hold
a ray of light
from the sun tattoo
on his wrist.
when he kissed me
i tasted his sadness
and his demons,
drinking them in myself
with the hope that
he would be able
to burn a little brighter,
like the sun tattoo
on his wrist.
761 · Jun 2015
the non-relationship
curlygirl Jun 2015
If each tear is an apology
then i'm infinitely sorry
760 · Oct 2016
curlygirl Oct 2016
i would
with a
word from him,
but i
have to
act like
i can
live happily
without a
word from him
758 · Jan 2017
are we?
curlygirl Jan 2017
we are an enigma.
not because we
don't understand
each other,
because we
don't understand
756 · Oct 2015
Bedroom Talks
curlygirl Oct 2015
My lover is
     strong, kind and tender,
but when he held me in his arms
he confessed that he felt
                                          less of a man
because we were clothed only in
but hadn't known each other yet.
                   "Any other guy would jump at this opportunity" he said.
"But you're not any other guy,"
I said.
"And that's why I'm laying here"
755 · Oct 2015
she forgot
curlygirl Oct 2015
Bones forgot the pull,
the tug and the grimace
that happens
when someone burrows
between the lungs to live.
Bones forgot the burn and sting
that heart feels when it stops,
when it jumps to throat, skips.
Body forgot that emotions
meant brain AND heart,
eyes, tongue and lips.
Girl forgot that boy
could kiss and make
her forget
all that was forgotten.
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