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Jul 2014 Daisy

Syd

you know what I think? I think sleep is for people who aren't up all hours of the endless night spending each second whole heartedly loving someone. I think 2 a.m was invented for poets writing poems upon poems about the curvature of his jawline or how her lips taste like stardust and sunshine because one never seems to be enough and do beauty the justice that true love demands. how could you possibly sleep knowing you're wasting minutes and moments and hours spent being subconsciously elsewhere while her hands are empty and he's out there somewhere whispering to the moon and the stars and Jupiter and whoever else is willing to listen about how beautiful you are when you don't think anyone is looking? I once had an entire conversation with the sun about your laughter and the calluses on your palms and the very next night I found myself screaming your name at the sky demanding answers from a solar system that only offered even more questions. the north star swallowed my memories of my head on your chest and your heart beat in my ear and now all I'm left with are smudged letters and holes in the walls a little too big to fit my fists. I want to kick the door of history clear off it's hinges and choke on splinters of pride and apologies. I want to tell you that I intend to fill every single empty part of your heart with my hands and your hands with my soul. you told me I was beautiful. I always knew you were looking.

Jul 2014 Daisy

The fall

Jul 2014 Daisy

rained-on parade

The fall

You fell in love with me.

I just hope you jumped.
Not slipped.

Jul 2014 Daisy

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Jul 2014 Daisy

Megan Grace

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we pour our hearts out onto paper,
into the streets, i n t o  someone's
mouth,    into    anything    that
could even begin to   hold  all
that   l o n g i n g,   all  those
staples  and  plaster   a n d
glue.  we  forget  that  we
thought our love could
run like rivers, forget
that  we  had   o u r
hearts set on some
b l u r r y,  sunny
dream     of     a
future.       w e
forgetbecause
we  have  to,
becausewe
need  to,
because
otherwise
this will eat
us alive- this
will pull at our
seams  from   the
inside-out until all
of  our  pieces   start
p o p p i n g  off when
we're just  trying  to buy
groceries or play  with  our
nieces and nephews. we forget
because we have no other choice.

two sections of something much bigger i'm working on

Jul 2014 Daisy

Because I haven't.

Jul 2014 Daisy

brooke

Because I haven't.

I wanted to
make this
longer but
there is no
pretty way
to ask if
you have
fallen in
love with
someone
else
yet.

(c) Brooke Otto 2014

Jul 2014 Daisy

Ryan Harrison

Jul 2014 Daisy

Megan Grace

Ryan Harrison

I'd
let this
w e a t h e r
pool up to my
door through my
windows across my
living room floor if
it     would     just
remind  you  of
m         e
.

60% chance of scattered showers

Jun 2014 Daisy

i wrote this for you.

Jun 2014 Daisy

Lani Foronda

i wrote this for you.

it feels more bitter than sweet
when i close my eyes and remember
those autumn months.
we became like the leaves,
falling down as the wind shook us.
and oh, how we fell.
we fell in love
while falling apart.

December02,2013

#love #highschool #relationship #falling #autumn #bittersweet #inlove #bestfriends #senioryear #starcrossedlovers

Jun 2014 Daisy

Timothy's Prayer Answered

Jun 2014 Daisy

Nat Lipstadt

Timothy's Prayer Answered

all prayers are answered,
even if
they appear not to be

all prayers are answered,
even if
the answer is not to our liking

all prayers are answered,
even if,
tho not to our liking,
the answer is correct and
understood
(or not)

all prayers are answered,
even if,
even if our questions rarely get
a satisfactory response

in the answer
should it come,
will nervy never be
a fulfilling completeness,
a real understanding

for all prayers and all questions,
never give the,
cannot give
credibility to the posing,
of
why me?
why them?

which is why we pray,
and why we question
every day for the rest of our lives,
till it is someone else's turn,
to bear the burden of the
both the question
and the answer*

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/729876/timothys-prayer/

Posted with his permission and my condolences sincere over the passing of his family member after a long and torturous illness...

Jun 2014 Daisy

it's raining outside

Jun 2014 Daisy

bucky

it's raining outside

It is 7.30 and I am still thinking about the way our hands slotted together like days of the week, normalcy perspiring in the air behind us.
It is 7.31 and I am still thinking about your cheekbones, collarbones, hipbones. I am still thinking about your bones. You haven't returned my phone calls in a week.
It is 7.32 and I am still thinking about forest fires.
It is 7.33 and I am still thinking about clocks ticking and how it's kind of funny how we are always counting the days we have left, instead of the days we have.
It is 7.34 and I am still thinking about how my apologies never really cut it.
It is 7.35 and I am sorry.
It is 7.36 and I wonder how hard it is to tie a noose.
It is 7.37 and I am still thinking about the normal length of a pause when you're telling someone you love them, too.
It is 7.38 and I love you, too.
It is 7.39 and I am still trying not to think about how loud the doorbell echoes in the entrance hall now.
It is 7.40 and I am still thinking about the absence of stairways.
It is 7.41 and I am still thinking about hunger pains and alleyways and the warmth of your hand on my spine.
It is 7.42 and there are some things you can't say to other people but holy ****, I miss you.
It is 7.43 and I'm sorry again.
It is 7.44 and I am still thinking about short hands on clocks.
It is 7.45 and I am still imagining footfalls landing heavy on the carpet outside my bedroom and trying not to hope they're yours.
It is 7.46 and I hope they're yours.
It is 7.47 and I am still thinking about the glass in my ribcage digging in harder than your fingernails ever could.
It is 7.48 and I am still thinking about the way our hands slotted together.
It is 7.49 and I'm sorry again.

#sadness #idk #metaphors #clocks #yeah