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i'm sure she doesn't
read you robert frost poetry
and i'm sure she doesn't
text you a reminder to look up at the moon at night
she doesn't
call and sing "peach" by the front bottoms into your voicemail
just so when you're having an off day
you can stop and listen to the sound of my voice
1200 miles away.
you say
i miss you
oh my god i can smell you
i want you here
i trust you wholly and entirely
i miss you
i want you so terribly
i love you, baby girl
i'm longing
i would be devastated to lose contact
you say you'll leave her when she gets back home
you try to pretend her head is the top of mine
and she doesn't smell like me
nor taste like me
nor hugs like me
there's only one kind that smells the best-tastes the best-
there's only one kind  of warmth i like best and when its taken from me im left with a sting in my mouth and i'm cold
i miss you i miss you i miss you and i love you still.
YOU SAY
even though your energy surrounds my heart, not having you here physically aches.
you broke up with her.
the next day
i call and she answers your phone
you text and say
don't ever call this number again
i'm serious, brea-ever.
you say, i can't do this long distance, don't forget the things i've said.
and you are selfish, you **** the warmth out of my heart like a leech
we were together for four years and you've known her for a month-she must be so beautiful for you to give this up
but i know she doesn't watch you sleep before you wake up.
Is this all we are
Creatures destined
To fight, and die, bleeding from the wounds
Of battles long and weary
Taking up weapon after weapon
Just to get ahead
No matter how much they weigh us down --

Is this all we are?
Afraid?
A people terrified of their own nature
Of their own kind
And the world they have created?
Children, crying in the dark
Just to be heard
As though somehow that will make it better --

Is this all we have?
Our steel and iron
In the night around us,
Until the dawn of the end
Slowly replaces hate with wisdom
And anger with regret
Until we are old men dying alone?

Or is there more?




There is more.
There is light.
There is fire and blazing heat and glory.
Just look around.
We are right to be afraid --
Afraid of people, afraid of ourselves --
Because we blaze
With the power of immortality.
We are wrong to surrender.
Wrong to give in.
Let the fire of your soul shine out
In the cold and the dark
Feel the thrilling beat
Of your mortal heart
And your immortal soul
The flood of love and pain and joy
And the life that makes you alive.
 Jul 2013 Hayley Coleman
Ivie
I burnt my tongue a week ago--
Too much of scalding coffee and lies [on your part],
But I swallowed it with a couple of anti-depressants
I have forgotten how creamy, toffee powdered mocha tastes like and your lips,
They used to taste like macchiato, as time passed by,
                                                                ­         Maple leaves drizzled autumn, burst into slashing icy winter,
Your lips started tasting like black coffee, like tar, most of the days it’s only a figure of speech,
Warning sign blinking all day long in my head, when I can’t hold it in my fingers,
When it’s escaping out of my grasp, ready to run, making space for the sugary vanilla layer
But then there are days, when you find your way back underneath my sheets,
My duvet, the only witness, sadly silent all too similar to my will power screaming inside my head,
And here are you fictious sentences, framed with such precise,
Knocking down all the walls I tried to built, leading to defeat,
                                                                ­                     Holding me chained like a slave.
All my fury fueled sentences burn like fire, vengeful riff of an electric guitar within my mind,
When your fingers encircle me, rough nibs of your lips on the nape of neck, palm tracing lies on my tailbone
All the fire drowns in crafted lies, ashes of my dignity scattered, a bleak watered down-
                                                           ­                    Note of a single string as the soundtrack of my misery.
I burnt my tongue last night--
Too much of your blazing skin and lies but I spitted it all out,
This brittle heart not so brittle anymore heated at 1,300*c, on the kiln again and again-
                                                          ­                                                   To form an everlasting nature.
Arteries have clotted, hatred burning bright within, lungs suffocating starving for oxygen and blood,
Like the dragon breathes fire, I’ll breathe out the scathing curses; and leave with my dignity intact
Barely responding to all your shameless deeds.
this is a bit different,tell me what you think about this.
My windows are barred
All of the doors are pad locked
The alarms are on
I am stuck inside my room
The only thing I see is the sky which is really blue
If only I can grow wings
So I can escape this cage
So I can finally do something else for a change
So I go back to that day
With those weird conversations
With my Awesome friends
Having fun
Laughing too much
Choking on pop
Then we talk
And the rest of the world
Seems less important
No more worries
Just happiness
And fun
And it replays like that
Whenever we talk
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