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Hallie Bear Oct 2012
It only takes 3 inches
To drown
If no one notices
And I play my happiest songs
Can I sleep
In the shower?
I'm so glad you never did this. To Julia.
Hallie Bear Oct 2012
When I got up
And pushed my elbow
In your lap
(I swear by accident)
I heard you gasp

I shifted and so did you
I felt something move
That I probably shouldn't

By the end of that movie
I had moved so much
That everyone
Could hear you moan
I don't remember the plot line of the Notebook
Hallie Bear Oct 2012
Snap crackle pop
I am turning into cereal
Sparks light up
My inner joints
My hips are tiny fireworks
My fingers are singed from within
My neck is an cymbal crunch
Knees sound like the summer does
Like the cricket song at night
Even when I blink
A wicked noise escorts
My body is a symphony
I sound like I've lived a profound life
Yet I've barely lived at all
Oh professional ballet. Why do you make me such a bad poet and such a loud person?
Hallie Bear Oct 2012
Love me for who I am
Skim milk skin with
Pink floating in
Coppertone hair and
Trident gum snap
Wax figure hands riddled with blue snake veins
Crushed broken toes and
A metal belly button
Liquified speech
And self important bangs
Long eyed glances and
Sun melted shoulders.
Love me for what I am.
No one will be the wiser
Inspired by Emerson's quote in Self Reliance 'love me for who I am and we will be all the more happy for it'
Hallie Bear Sep 2012
Streaming snarls pour down my heart
Chemical imbalance they say
Dopamine draining down my spinal chord
Pooling in my eyes
Broken shudders form as liquid joy
Slips out of my face
Eyeliner tire-tracks 
Mark the swift path 
The speed that happy left at
Saturating inanimate with synapse juice
Paper requires no liquid assets
Wasting ecstasy on cold white lines
Smile. Your mouth is drowning in your tears.
What I feel doctors should say instead of 'Dear, you're depressed...'
Hallie Bear Sep 2012
I am not supposed
To like waistlines
A dip and fall of a curve
The delicate wind of a collarbone
The shadows of long lashes on high cheekbones
The swirl and snap of a skirt
The inclines and snowslopes of silent skin
Deep creases in secret places
But I do.
And it's the best terror
I've felt in a long time.
Hallie Bear Aug 2012
You make my bones stutter
Collarbones tripping
Femurs choking

A catch on each shifting syllable
A creak in my heart for every beat

Every vertebrae nervous
Even my knee caps stammer

You walk by slow and languid
Easy as the tide

My body as tight and jerky as a
Scared rabbit

Yours as lose and winsome as
Chimney smoke
To Karnie.
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