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464 · Dec 2020
bitter like winter
daycrow Dec 2020
i remember the last time i felt in extremes. i remember
the sun and the moon,
hanging in balance between pendulum eyes.
i remember when i felt fine. better yet, i remember
when i wanted to feel
anything, sad or happy, and wanted it to last.
i remember when i dreamed of people who didn't,
and places that lasted,
and people to call and places to be,
even if only once.
now i love the cold,
and i stand outside with wet hair,
and watch my breath swirl around me like feathers in the breeze.
my fingers are cold,
but i like the burn.
i don't want to get better.
447 · Nov 2020
daycrow Nov 2020
hello, my nightbird.
did you sing your song today?
did they hear your dawn lullaby,
or did they kick you away?

the fault was never yours to begin with;
earth crumbles beneath my feet day after day,
but you flit
and feel no need to stay.

and that's fine. i mean it
when i say,
"i wouldn't have it any other way."
i meant it then, and i mean it now. have you seen the depths in your eyes? i've drowned in them before.
378 · Sep 2020
one day
daycrow Sep 2020
one day, I’ll tell you it all;
all the times I held your hand,
all the days I rested my head on your shoulder.
I’ll look you in the eye
and tell you all the things you’d say-
I’ll speak the words you spoke to me,
one day.
343 · Sep 2020
The Little Candle Girl
daycrow Sep 2020
There was a little candle girl,
made of wax and wick and flame.
She kept her fire just for light,
     but it was fire all the same.
Every time a storm would come,
she would dance out in the rain-
and though she sizzled in the storm,
     every drop was worth the pain.
Being burned has never stopped me before.
324 · Dec 2020
to be a crow
daycrow Dec 2020
to be a crow, and fly on a whim
to every hidden place, every ocean rim
and tree-branch limb;
free to examine every carcase and doe
that falls below-
oh, to be a crow!
daycrow Sep 2020
We’re going there-
where lips and eyes meet,
between waterfalls and fireflies;
I spin around in circles.

It’s home to you-
might not seem to be,
but the scent of wet grass and sawdust
almost moves you to tears.

You’ll learn it soon-
though you don’t want to,
life is a cycle, and you’ve stopped still.
Move on, but keep it slow.
the people are talking
daycrow Sep 2020
I know a boy who cheated the sun- he says,
"It's easier than it was supposed to be;"
I remember him holding serpents between his fingers, riding waves and running-
   from the children-
with joy in his eyes.
Not sure why my eyes are so haunted- all my
      ghosts are in the past
and as tired as I am today,
nothing will top last February
      or the one before that,
            or the January before that one.

I was never supposed to be older than he was;
            time drips past us like blood, true,
but it's as equal to me as it is to you.
I don't remember him finishing school-
I suppose we have that in common-
But I remember the game he taught me
(even that was a cheat… a game of lies).
I just wish he realized that when he took those days from the sun,
             he was cheating everyone else too.
so cold
236 · Feb 9
where you'll be
daycrow Feb 9
when push come to shove,
and hate comes to love,
that's where i'll find you.

as soon as the moon,
and as far as the stars.
that's where you'll be.
235 · Jan 23
besides myself
daycrow Jan 23
i haven't lost anyone lately
(besides myself)
but still i feel lonely;
can't hold on to used-to-be's,
but it's not that easy.
i was always afraid i'd never change.
so afraid, in fact,
that i didn't realize i was afraid of changing.
indie anthems from 2001 that still slap
233 · Sep 2020
oh, ryan
daycrow Sep 2020
oh, ryan-
      -you’ve grown so old, but you’re still just the same.
when will you stop shooting stars?
selene shys away at your name,
      and artemis spits in your cup.
they hate you so, ryan,
      but maybe it’s just a part of us.
we pray at night, but we’re creatures of day-
      to act any different wouldn’t be right.
215 · Oct 2020
daycrow Oct 2020
I saw a shadow linger in day,
after all others had fled away.
I glanced back around, when to my surprise,
I saw that the shadow had eyes.
It shuddered and leapt, then blinked once more
as if to say, "You've seen me before."
It's true that the sight was one I should know;
the shadow I saw was a crow.
my username origin story. also inspired by robert frost

write a poem about your username and use the tag username2020 just for kicks
daycrow Nov 2020
today is
the precipice
before the jump,
and tomorrow
is the jump
before the plummet;
that is when
i will learn

if i will fall
or if i will fly
168 · Sep 2020
oh, cyrus
daycrow Sep 2020
oh, cyrus-
i know you never wanted to die.
     are you still in denial?
hades lives two doors down the street,
     and your bones are as cold as lenore's.
it was years ago, cyrus,
that they took you and hid you away.
Are you glad for the change,
     for the progress you've made,
or would you trade it all back for yesterday?
we can't help but look back

If anyone knows any other "oh" names I can use I would love to make this a 3-part series
165 · Sep 2020
silver fingers, golden toes
daycrow Sep 2020
silver fingers, golden toes
copper wire between my teeth
it shocks, but
i suppose
it itches more,
like tears in your eyes, or dust in your nose
november rises
and though fall is still falling
and desert sands shift slow,
it's getting cold
(and old)
sorry for what i said when i was lonely
Even the shade of my hair changes
151 · Sep 2020
daycrow Sep 2020
loved to read, yet I always have been ripped from the pages-
choosing oblivious eyes without a second thought
(not because I want to, but because everyone else is)

loved to sing, yet i always have picked the wrong pitch-
picture perfect platter hits concrete with a clatter
(sound waves like thunder, which i’ve always known)

loved to swim, yet the water didn’t use to pull so hard-
phantom voices and familiar tastes right on the edge of my tongue
(these times should be long gone, you know)

loved to talk to you, but we stopped stealing those moments-
i think there’s only so much that i can carry alone
(but then i see what you do, and i can’t help but wonder)

i chose to change, they say, yet i don’t remember when
but perchance it was the world instead, between you and i
(this time has not quite sat well with my soul)
soon. buT noT yeT. I hated watching myself change
148 · Sep 2020
the clamor
daycrow Sep 2020
we’re alive, but we’re just passing time;
i know one day i’ll face the dawn
firm gaze, head on

we’re speaking now, but no one listens;
the clamor is the only home
i’ve ever known

we’ve slept for years, but no one stirs;
when i wake my throat will ache
but i speak, still

the sun will rise just to set once more;
i’ll risk life to die again
eyes blank, chin high
a prayer for change
125 · Sep 2020
daycrow Sep 2020
yeah, im getting older.
don’t like to dwell on it.
the older we get, the more things change-
it’s true.
just gotta learn to
roll with the punches,
take it and run with it.
haven’t let much faze me, lately;
all these apocalypses have worn me out,
and the more i learn about miracular chemistry,
the more i suspect it’s a molecule.
even the stars get old,
but they don’t dwell on it.
they blow up,
or they fade out.
haha i hope this exudes the right vibes
123 · Oct 2020
night music
daycrow Oct 2020
wing-teeth songs,
played by cricket maestros-
night music.
what better name for
a song that sends an ache through the molars? a song,
a memory,
a ringing wing-tooth melody?
121 · Mar 16
The Song of the Crow
daycrow Mar 16
The song of the winter crow rings-
heavy and mournful and slow.
So loud and long a song he sings,
but such is the way of the crow.

"Look up, look out," he cries aloft,
with a voice neither sweet nor soft;
with a wing-tip flick he glides below
and lands in the drifted snow.

Above, a storm yet to storm-
below, a tree yet to sprout.
Night-time ice slowly starting to form
and the crow, wheeling about.
a poor robert frost imitation
101 · Oct 2020
daycrow Oct 2020
I was a good friend,
   and a bad one.
I was a day child,
   and a night one.
It rained and the sun shone,
I wasted time on my phone;
      I was friendly,
         and I was alone.
I was in love,
   and I was afraid.
I shouted hello,
   I knelt down and prayed.
I cried for the dead,
I said what I said;
      I thought about leaving,
         but I stayed instead.
it's all in my head.
62 · Sep 2020
daycrow Sep 2020
Cocky grins and
Forgotten tears and lost regrets
Teasing jab
Temper flares
Heart falls down six flights of stairs
60 · Sep 2020
The Ideals I've Spoken
daycrow Sep 2020
I am a daughter of the desert rain;
Though it comes slow and leaves soon,
I will tarry a little longer.

All this pain and loss has been for my good.
I will never embrace what is to come,
But I promise to bear it well.
if u know what this references props to you. comment below and i'll follow
59 · Sep 2020
daycrow Sep 2020
empty vessel
broken cup
never again to fill you up
glossy shard
jagged edge
pushed right off the counter ledge
59 · Sep 2020
The Call
daycrow Sep 2020
When the days bleed together and the night feels wrong,
When an infant cries his own lullaby song;
When you swear your hair shouldn't be this long,
That's when you'll know it's time.
When nothing changes but the moon is bright,
And you can't sleep through the entire night;
Not due to peace, but neither to fright,
That's when you'll know it's time.
have you heard it? is it time?
58 · Jan 20
my city
daycrow Jan 20
Gun to the lips;
Hair jagged at the tips
and socks with rips;

Soft scissor-snips;
Icy white-knuckle grips
and sweat that drips;

Storm-cloud eclipse;
Shattered, scattered glass chips
And a gun to the lips.
doesn't it hurt? will it ever stop? do you even want it to?
56 · Sep 2020
the archer
daycrow Sep 2020
there’s a scream in my throat
that wants to echo
so I pull back the bow
but I never let go
56 · Sep 2020
daycrow Sep 2020
should I stand back and leave it to chance,
and do nothing save give a withering glance?
or should I desperately make a choice,
shouting and singing with god-given voice?
50 · Nov 2020
variations on change
daycrow Nov 2020
to be a youth , and not know the pain
of letting go , true, but also the sting
the burn of the rain ,
that runs down your skin and reminds you again

to be a queen , and not know the loss
that hangs heavy over each cottage door -
draped like wash - day sheets ;
not white , not black , but something all the same

to be a crow , and fly on a whim
to every hidden place , every ocean rim
and tree - branch limb ;
free to examine every carcase and doe
that falls below -
oh , to be a crow !
o h   ,   t o    b e    a    c r o w   !
49 · Oct 2020
the eld
daycrow Oct 2020
i don't want to drift with a mayfly;
i want to hiss and claw like the queencat
that sings in alley halls late at night so that
the whole neighborhood echoes with
her anguished caterwauls.
i don't want to settle down slowly;
i want to drive away still, and run
up mountains to touch the sky ceiling,
and chase that never-ending
inarticulate rosebud feeling.
i don't want to watch me suffocate;
heaven knows i've tried my best
unless i never did, and if that's the case
then i'll yield now. better that then to grow
old, and forget what it's like to be a kid.
e. e. cummings inspired this
47 · Sep 2020
daycrow Sep 2020
drifting dust mite
floats through sunlight
shines as bright as
stars in the night
45 · Sep 2020
no one cares like i do;
daycrow Sep 2020
can’t remember how it starts,
but no one cares like i do;
the creaks and moans of beasts and bones are familiar songs to me.
some endings aren’t quite right-
a constant war of mosts and leasts-
of downy flakes and city streets-
of wests and easts-
of folded papers and spilled inks-
even the drips don’t drop right
do i like to care?
someone else, just answer for me
daycrow Feb 5
Here's the thing-
there are days when I'm barely alive,
and there are days where can't stand being still.
There are people,
people who I fear, and at the same time
love more and more every day.
Every time it's the same-
I see a little deeper into each pair of eyes,
and I can't get them out of my mind.
If I never say "I love you,"
I'm sorry. Because I do;
even though I'm a stranger,
I'd live for you.
something I just learned about you has me wishing I knew so much more.
daycrow Sep 2020
The winter blew in so quickly,
no one had time to say goodbye
to the everlasting summer
that we all wished would die.
And don’t you know, I love the sun,
and don’t you know, I love the rays,
but even I would rather freeze
than live to see more summer days.
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43 · Sep 2020
daycrow Sep 2020
you can cry
here in my arms
and i will dry each tear
and i will whisper in your ear
all the reasons you should try
and i will let you hide away-
if you want to, dear
43 · Feb 23
cruel temptation
daycrow Feb 23
lately the sunsets have been lingering.
they pool on the mountaintops,
seeping into the clouds like sticky drops
of strawberry lemonade;
they pool at my feet, inviting me to swim.

it's a cruel temptation, if only because
it would be such a sweet sensation.
oh, how i love to swim.
41 · Sep 2020
daycrow Sep 2020
Steely hands
Frozen gaze
You fight the forward march of days
“Don’t take me up,
Don’t seal the door,
I want to see what comes before.”
40 · Sep 2020
daycrow Sep 2020
Tell me where to go
I'll tell you when to follow
Fly, swallow

By the time I know it
You won't even want
To call
You'll be far away

You'll leave me feeling hollow
40 · Sep 2020
accept it
daycrow Sep 2020
when it rains,
put on a jacket.
when it's dark,
turn on your lights.
when there's pain,
let me check it.
if there's a mark,
we'll know it bites
39 · Sep 2020
daycrow Sep 2020
Scribbled lines
Crumpled sheet
Always someone new to meet
Smeared pencil
Broken lead
Desperate to escape your head
daycrow Feb 23
have you ever eaten stale popcorn?
have you ever smudged perfectly straight pen lines?
reached, and fallen short?
have you ever bruised both of your heels?
(yes, you have; i know.)

have you ever felt the aching pulse of a sunburn?
the one that feels good as it stings,
the one that keeps you warm at night
and dulls the points of life with delirium?

last summer i watched the sun rise every weekday
and came home smelling like sweat and chlorine.
my fingers wrinkled like peach pits, and the wind dried my hair.
sometimes i showered; sometimes i didn't.

i would carry my great-grandmother's quilt to the backyard,
and lay it in the shade of the tree i helped plant four years ago;
i would lay in the grass,
and sleep on my face.
i was exhausted. more tired than i'd ever been in my life, it felt like.

was i happy?
i don't know.
but i miss that summer.

have you ever watched or felt the pelt of a storm from afar?
heard the thunder purr?
seen the lightning pounce?
have you seen a deluge mask the horizon?
have you seen the storm brew, and yet pass you by?
(perhaps, perhaps not)

depending on who you asked, it was the end of the world.
in my sleepy town,
we only  pretended to care;
instead as the sun set,
we built faces in the sand.
i could barely stay awake after dusk.
(it's harder to appreciate the night when you know you have to see the dawn)

do you miss the county fair?
do you miss playing bottle cap checkers and chalk?
do you miss waking up to the radio?
do you miss what used to be,
the same way that i miss popcorn, the pool, and my peach tree?
it carries such a deep melancholy; even when i lived it, it was bittersweet. lord, don't let time take this from me.
39 · Sep 2020
daycrow Sep 2020
the sky looks down with watery eyes
and shivering winds that pass for deep sighs
and all the world is soaked in her tears
as she mourns the passing of thousands of years
37 · Sep 2020
harrison bergeron
daycrow Sep 2020
he bursts from his chains
he opens his eyes
he takes my hands
we leap into the sky
we pause just barely
we float in an embrace
she squares her shoulders
she raises the barrel
she knows what she must do
it cracks like thunder
it throbs like heartache
it brings us back down
have you read harrison bergeron? I read it 6 years ago, but still i remember
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