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I think it’s hard for me to stay open
because I’ve been securely bound together
by a thick bind of resistant glue
I snap shut because I’m not used to
displaying all my content for eyes to peruse
I’m written on pages to send your soul on a walk
through caverns with deep trenches of fear
I want to be known through the words I select,
the ones I need you to hear
Read a little deeper, give me your attention
follow the sequential bouncing ball
I’ll whisper through these dry pages
what I feel before I ruin us—ruin me
from not professing to you at all.
Been in my drafts for too long. Always relevant.
 Dec 2014 GracefulWords
Natalie
do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.
 Dec 2014 GracefulWords
Micah
You can count me in,
But don't count me out,
You can't shut me up,
You can't shut me down,
Fight through the hurt,
Fight through the pain,
Without the ache there is no gain!
      -For the love of the game
 Dec 2014 GracefulWords
KA
YOU just don't see them
look past
critical make believe

funny actually
all i can do is laugh
crying no more
reaching for the spire
no more

There were always words about you....

you just didn't hear them.
you can love more than one person...  really? what is love then?
She asks...
Loyal? reliable?
kind? generous? understanding?
Unconditionally? ridiculously? passionately?
its not enough! ..... He says
What is enough? She weakly asks.    
Realising....gets up and leaves
 Dec 2014 GracefulWords
KA
and you are critical of me one last time.

la fine
I walked into a Christmas card to see what I could find.
Traversed through the letters writ,
as if a wise man delivering good news.
I felt the tension in the card.
I read the words of love so true.
I looked at the style,
the shape of letters,
as  they were created by your pen.
I looked at the significance of the greeting,
held in the mind of the sender,
and the joy perceived by the receiver.
Just to know somebody cares.
Thinking of the future,
thinking of the past.
Who is still there this year,
and who  was there last.
I ponder,
I wonder,
Matters more important.
than a mere Christmas card.
Let somebody know you care!
(C) LIVVI
This book feels heavier now
That I've finished flipping
Pages one by one
Part of myself
My feeling, my soul
Has leaked in the letters
Finding meaning
Where once was none
The book lies now soaking
Dripping into each day of my life
Staining lightly my choices
Permeating my thoughts
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