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 Feb 2014 Daisies And Stories
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Im sorry if I'm too forward.
i do not only want your body,
i want your heart and your soul.
i want your mind and the way it
thinks so feverishly about details.
i want the heart that speaks
through your tongue.
i love the articulate words you choose
to speak, they keep my head
in the dictionary constantly.
and i want your soul,
you belong in the 1960's
but instead you're here with me.
and that, my dear, makes everything
about this worth while.

trust me, its a bit ****.
the way my hand falls gracefully to your bottom
and how you do not flinch away.
its not even a thought anymore...
its just natural.

you are a beautiful, natural thing, my dear.
every single part of us feels right.
and thats why i haven't run
away yet.
thank you for
listening even
when on easter
I said I hated
you more than
twelve times
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

oh man.
It's windy nights
like these
that **** me to ponder
all the things I could have been
but now I'll never be,
all the words I wish I said
now locked inside my chest,
how my brother
has  become a stranger,
or maybe the
stranger
is
me
.
.
.
how did we let it get
this far
two months now
no text
no call
nothing
does he still
love
me?


Daniel Magner 2014
I tried to cry
but nothing came
I tried to care
I'm not all there
 Feb 2014 Daisies And Stories
ASB
promise me,
you said,
promise you'll be happy*
and I did,
and I promised to love you
and to breathe without you
and whatever else you needed
to hear
and I kept my promises, I did,
but my god, if missing you
could be measured in tears
I could fill
and refill
every ocean.
My goal is not to call your name until you look at me.
What I want
Is the evidence of you,
Quietly, constantly,
Stamped upon my heart
Woven into my speech
Tangled in my thoughts
Wrapped
Around my wrists
Written in my eyes,
And painted on my cheeks,
So that, if it cares to look,
The world will see
That I do love you.
Yeah,
It's about you.
Yeah, it all is.
when i was a kid, i pretended i could
breathe underwater so that if i was
ever caught in a wave for too long
i wouldn't panic- but now my hands are
shaking and i can feel my lungs getting tight
and my ear drums are starting to pound, and
these ceilings are
crushing
me.
I walk hand in hand by myself
We chat and never say a word
The two of us simply coexist
You can't see what or how we fit
Or who is in charge of it
What you see is but a mask
Beneath a rage of wills
Keep on taking pills
Then off to sleep
So let's guess
Who will drive tomorrows mess.
For the padre.
I’ve never struggled with words before,
The bending of language I do adore,
Yet each time I try to write to describe
Your effect on me my mind just dies,
My brain befuddled, hollow and weak,
Taken aback not unlike that of disease,
I get so nervous, seeming somber and wrecked,
But inside I am all that is vexed,
I want so dearly to be near to you,
I consider the distance but only a step or two,
I wait for your words to find my phone,
I sit still and stare at it when I’m alone,
I anticipate the fletched light to be shone,
I hope someday to call your heart home.
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