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Isabella Clark Dec 2016
I often dream of broken roads that lead to here not there,
that hear your songs and in my mind are left to be contemplated.
My mind will take me there.
And it will make me feel like I'm flying, and dying, and living;
but my heart just stopped.
It left me breathless, but breathing bigger breaths than ever.
The waters effervescence that surrounded kept me still.
Still and motionless and still emotionless.
Then the ephemeral fall that disrupted all was blurred into oblivion.
But I guess Sometimes you fall down because
there’s something your supposed to find.
And in the deepest depths of my mind,
it was a broken road.
It led to here not there,
it heard your songs and in my mind
were left to be contemplated…

- written by My favorite Sib
By sophie Clark
Isabella Clark Dec 2016
At first fall, from the misty cliff I leap.
oh but how this feeling lacks simplicity.
how i thought i knew, the ebbs and flows that endlessly reap.
perhaps if i close my eyes for long enough I see.
love is a poison, melting your heart, your words.
each thought becomes a sword unsheathed.
perhaps if i wait, the wind will ******* forwards
and teach these little lungs how to breath.
Nerves are lightning bolts, goose bumps running up my side,
Fire and ice, are sometimes nice, when the pain goes there to die.
Love is an injection from where a kiss resides.
But the ache from your absence extends a mists throughout my eyes.
oh catch me! tell me where I've gone wrong!
  we’ll end up where we belong.
- Isabella Clark
Isabella Clark May 2017
We lived in love
And white sheets
And his superhero t-shirts
And assorted sweets.
Sometimes in less than half our clothing.
Sometimes in more than half our laughing.
Drinking almond butter milkshakes
And listening to city of stars...
Every so often,
We paused;

We lived in love
And paintings on skin
And basketball jerseys
And parties at fin's.
Sometimes in less than perfect attention.
Sometimes in more than perfect connection.
Drinking almond butter milkshakes,
And listening to city of stars...
Every so often
We paused;

We lived in love
And spooning perfection
And Panda Express
And wild affection.
Sometimes in less than a fight so awful.
Sometimes in more than a kiss so powerful.
Drinking almond butter milkshakes,
And listening to city of stars...
Every so often
We paused;

We lived in love
And frisbee scars
And His grey sweaters
And paper stars.
Sometimes in less than productivity.
Mostly in more than close proximity.
Drinking almond butter milkshakes
And listening to city of stars...
Every so often,
We pause;

To admire the beauty
Of us.
Isabella Clark May 2017
We lived in love
And white sheets
And his superhero t-shirts
And assorted sweets.
Sometimes in less than half our clothing.
Sometimes in more than half our laughing.
Drinking almond butter milkshakes
And listening to city of stars...
Every so often,
We paused;

We lived in love
And paintings on skin
And basketball jerseys
And parties at fin's.
Sometimes in less than perfect attention.
Sometimes in more than perfect connection.
Drinking almond butter milkshakes,
And listening to city of stars...
Every so often
We paused;

We lived in love
And spooning perfection
And Panda Express
And wild affection.
Sometimes in less than a fight so awful.
Sometimes in more than a kiss so powerful.
Drinking almond butter milkshakes,
And listening to city of stars...
Every so often
We paused;

We lived in love
And frisbee scars
And His grey sweaters
And paper stars.
Sometimes in less than productivity.
Mostly in more than close proximity.
Drinking almond butter milkshakes
And listening to city of stars...
Every so often,
We pause;

To admire the beauty
Of us.

— The End —