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 Apr 2013 india
Kristo Frost
Imagine
 Apr 2013 india
Kristo Frost
a large room,

no, a really,

unimaginably

large room,

with a typewriter

in the center

-

the words

free yourself

are already spoken,

and underlined,

in the center

of the page

-

there is no blinking cursor,

no glowing white field

-

an iron sight

holds the paper down

so you can

torture or nurture

or shun or ****** it

with both

precision and accuracy

-

careful though,

you can drift

beyond the walls of your

supposedly

big room

in the length of a page
 Apr 2013 india
hello
Days
 Apr 2013 india
hello
It seems as though we humans
Only remember the days of
Important occurrences.
It was Wednesday when I told you
How lonely I really was
And it was a Monday when I said
I really didn't love him anymore.
Friday we took a test
I'm sure I failed because Thursday
I did not study.
But I don't remember the specific
Day you said hello to me
Or the day I aced that Spanish test.
Saturday I saw you outside of
School and you smiled at me
Butterflies.
I remember the days of things
That are obtuse but also acute
When we made eye contact,
And my sisters birthday.
I guess this is good
I don't want to struggle
Connecting dates and times
To special moments.
Everything I remember
And everything I remember specifically,
Are special moments
Whether they are tragic
Or lovely.
 Apr 2013 india
hello
Untitled
 Apr 2013 india
hello
You step into the suns rays
Skin blooms roses and pretty lillys
Make up your hair
Your body is the most beautiful hill
Eyes turn into moon and stars
Lips are the birds who sing sweetly
Your soul is paradise
That girl wouldn't dare see
Wouldn't dare know
The fate of another girl
Half-way across the world
Who tried to see

Despite all her misgivings
She did
She tried, she leant over
Bent backwards
And did her best
Stayed up all night
Unraveling those tangled threads

But she fell
She fell
She fell
She fell
You won't ever know how hard

She pretends to not see
Sometimes
But they come back
And they wave in crimson-tainted,
Guts splattered, dreams
They kick her
They wish she wasn't there

And sometimes.
Sometimes, she imagines giving up
Imagines living a life
Where she could hide

Hide
Behind her laptop screen her whole life
A life where she could sleep
Sleep at a time when everyone went to bed
Or if just a bit before,
Then nothing better

She wished she could hide.

Those falls left her lonely
Gut-clenchingly lonely
That girl is me.
Response to 'The Girl Who Hid'.
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/the-girl-who-hid/#after-reading

Comments?
 Apr 2013 india
Taylor B
Paramour
 Apr 2013 india
Taylor B
He was 25 and married
She was 18 and single

His eyes we the color of irresistible caramel to a girl with braces
Hers of an ocean wide and lonely for they often rained

He wanted her so bad
She needed him badly

His head said no
Her body said yes

What is left is history
Or so they say
Good? Bad? I say a little of both.
 Apr 2013 india
Taylor B
Complexity
 Apr 2013 india
Taylor B
Complexity
I love you breathlessly

My mind is full of wanderlust
Like a modernist

Butterflies gather
Hearing laughter

Suddenly I awoke
I am alone

My mind is too complex.
I don't know. Is this even a poem?
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