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Nov 2017 · 305
Two decades
ili Nov 2017
Nearly two decades on this earth and the only time I felt love,
it brought pain so intolerable that I bid to myself that I would find love in anything other than human connection.
Yet, age and time has aided in my healing and now I'm filled to the brim with an inconceivable amount of love.
Part of me wants to experience love in the ways that I once felt it, even if the pain will leave injury too deep to heal.
Yet, now that I am older, I know that love isn't supposed to hurt more than it is suppose to heal.
And my mind no longer consists of spiral steps and puzzles.
Two decades on this earth and I have finally begun to understand my emotions..
I have molded myself into someone who is able to give and receive love. I have become someone who is able to become vulnerable without opening airways for toxicity to seep in.
Two decades and I am ready to immerse myself in someone. To uplift someone in the ways that I wish people would have for me, to love in the way that I have never been, and to groom and harvest roots that grow for years.
Now that I am older, now that I have healed from the first, I bid to myself that I will unapologetically love. I will do it with everything in me. I will do it right, I will love raw and whole.
ili Jun 2016
if I could meet the younger version of myself
I would spend the day doing nothing more than talking to her.

I would ask her what her view on life is.
I would read her: is she naive? strong-willed?

if I could meet the younger version of myself I would ask her if she believes in love.
I would ask her if there is any underlying pain that eats away at her when no one is around.

If I could meet the younger version of myself I would want to know if she's different.
and if so? how different.
I would do nothing more than learn about her and try to remember what it was like to be her.
ili Jun 2016
I am not one to romanticize pain and sadness but the minute sorrow arrives at my doorstep,
I welcome him in with open arms.

I am not one to continuously arise in the morning with a heavy heart
nor do I enjoy walking around with a weight on my shoulders,
but I still find myself becoming less motivated to discover the green grass on the other side.

I desire joy far more than one would expect,
but I still live day to day merely surviving.

I do not romanticize pain and sadness,
but the minute sorrow seeps into the crevices of my life,
I make no efforts to extinguish it.
Jun 2016 · 376
imagine
ili Jun 2016
imagine,
someone could look at you and for a split second imagine an entire life with you.
imagine,
someone you know could love you in a way that is so pure, selfless, and youthful that it is almost too good to be true.
imagine,
you might be the last thought in someone's mind at night.
how honorable it would be to be someone's thought.
to be someone's own version of perfection.
most of us have someone who looks at us in these ways and most of us
don't even know.
Jun 2016 · 363
I hope
ili Jun 2016
I've had trouble lately, confronting reality.
I have no idea how things are meant to work out.

I guess that is the beauty of life, sometimes you aren't meant to know or understand how everything will work out in the end-
it just does.

so I'm hoping this is one of those situations.
one where I may be in an unbelievable amount of stress, but
everything will work out.

I hope that before I know it,
I'll be wondering why I even stressed at all.
I'll wonder why I worry.
And I'll understand why everything panned out the way it did, and I'll appreciate how things turn out.

I hope that through this,
I will learn how to confront reality.
Jun 2016 · 323
five word letter to u
ili Jun 2016
I am so intrigued by you.
Jun 2016 · 826
proving myself wrong
ili Jun 2016
every few months, I try proving myself wrong.
I lay my eyes on someone and make them my center thought.
this time, you are the lucky one.
you are the one who I look for, for lasting conversation.
you are the laugh that I am so deeply wanting to hear for the rest of my days.
your touch is the one that I still feel lingering on my skin even after you have gone.
deep down, I hope that in the process of trying to prove myself wrong, that you would prove that what we have is real... that it is right.
I don't believe in love but I am undeniably in love with the thought of being in love.
so for a few months,
you'll be my lucky one.
you'll be the one I spend my mornings thinking of and my nights wishing to be by your side.
and maybe, I will prove myself wrong.
maybe I won't have to continue finding a new person every few months, to find chemistry with.
maybe the only person I lay eyes on for the rest of time, is you.
perhaps we can prove me wrong.
Jun 2016 · 310
urges
ili Jun 2016
my temptations fall through every time you draw near.
at night, my thoughts find me as i have become restless-
thinking of you equates to temptations that i convince myself are more than fictional and self-made desires.
maybe one day my temptations won't fall through when you draw near.
maybe when i see your smile,
i will act on my urges.
maybe i won't be fearful, instead i will be fearless.
and when that day comes,
my nights will be full with rest and dreams of us as a result of acting out of self-made desires.
Jun 2016 · 352
Vessels
ili Jun 2016
I used to be convinced that we were made for one person.
I used to believe that one love was so powerful that it would keep someone investing more and more of their heart until there was nothing left to give.
But now, after 18 years of life I see that love is not constricted to one person.
One heart can be made for more than one person.
In the past four years,
love has found me in three different vessels.
Three different vessels have taken and given me nameless things that I would not have been given from anyone else.
So now I wonder,
how much of my heart will be left once I meet the love meant for the rest of time?
Or will I actually meet a long lasting love or continue to find love in different people?
How many vessels are my heart made for?
Jun 2016 · 235
infamous
ili Jun 2016
i am infamous
for loving the wrong people.
and if that in itself doesn't sum me up,
i am not sure what does.
Dec 2015 · 348
youth and aging
ili Dec 2015
a year ago, i spent most nights engulfing myself in meadows and forests strictly dreamed up through words.
but today,
i have noticed that words don't flow as easily out of my mind;
as i have no inspiration to write like i did before.
tears don't fall as frequently
and i am starting to wonder if you become less susceptible to pain as you age.
i don't stay up late thinking of things that my mind would have drowned me in, a year ago.
i have accepted the changes of early adulthood and i feel less naive and youthful.
I remember being younger and feeling so misunderstood by adults.
"I mean, they used to be my age" I would think, "they should understand more"
but now i see it
now i feel it.
They mature, whether they meant to or not they
matured and forgot what it was to be young.
And for most, they didn't even see that they changed but i saw it.
I am seeing it everyday.
I see it in myself.
I saw it when i picked up a pencil and minutes passed where no meadows and forests had been dreamed up.
I felt it when i was wrapped in a cocoon of blanket and instead of sadness crippling me, i lay thinking of my next pay check and how i was going to spread it out over two weeks evenly.
now, everyone ages in their own way.
everyone loses their youthfulness in different forms.
i noticed through my lack of creativity and inspiration to write.
and in a sense, i am relieved.
because i don't expend energy over things that don't matter,
i breathe easier now,
i see things clearly,
i am more level-headed.
and even though i may be the adult that doesn't understand the child fully,
i haven't forgotten what it is to be young.
as i search for youth constantly
and pick at my brain until i dream up worlds as easily as i had a year ago so that while i age, i don't forget.
youthfulness is beautiful but i believe aging is too.
Sep 2014 · 440
love and sleep
ili Sep 2014
I fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.
My body vulnerable and curled up against his.
Relaxation and peace flooded my body.

I haven't been this happy in a long time

Being beside someone who's intentions are pure for you,
Sleeping alongside someone who's feelings are mutual,
That is happiness.

*That is love
Sep 2014 · 7.5k
homesick
ili Sep 2014
I walk with an ache in my heart*
and an unsteady beat
beckoning to be heard
outside of the boundaries of my mind.

I am homesick
for places I have not yet been to.

I walk with exhaustion.
From the lack of surprise that surges through the foundations of my surroundings.
Nothing is new.

Therefore

I am homesick
Aching for new beginnings
And excitement
And the feeling of not knowing.

I am homesick.
Sep 2014 · 794
Knee deep
ili Sep 2014
I am knee deep in my thoughts,
Dazed from the amount of times I have spun around in circles.
Unraveling myself from my minds grasp.
Thinking doesn't control me,
Thinking controls my emotions.
I am knee deep in my thoughts.
Dazed from the amount of air lacking in my system.
Sep 2014 · 428
melodies and dew
ili Sep 2014
the only taste I yearn for
is the dew
that rests upon your lips.
I will replay the melody of you
until my heart mends itself
back together.
my desires are so strong,
they swallow me up
as I half-heartedly fight for air.
the only taste I yearn for
Is the dew on your lips
And the never ending melody of you.
Aug 2014 · 334
close my eyes
ili Aug 2014
I drank you up, effortlessly.
As I did so,
I closed my eyes.
So that no other reality would blind me.
The lukewarm aura of your being,
Slowly trickled down my throat into every single airway,
Until you permeated in my veins.
To imagine a life not fully consumed by you is unimaginable.
I will forever close my eyes.
So that no other reality will blind me.
Aug 2014 · 374
friendship
ili Aug 2014
during the moments that we spent apart,
I noticed space seeping behind the walls of your eyes,
blurring your vision.

During the moments that we spent apart,
I could feel my mind begin to stale
As I was stuck with beckoning thoughts seeking a lost love.

during our lasts moments,
All became silent.

We stood at opposite sides of a bay for hours,
Watching as the water flowed on and on.
Understanding that life will go on,
it must.
Our silence was overcome
with an overwhelming feeling of acceptance,
as we slowly retreated.

Walking our different directions,
Walking away from the bay and all of it's teachings.
Jul 2014 · 431
succeeding life/
ili Jul 2014
you are binded
by your delicate temptations.
they chain you
leaving you lifeless.

you are binded
grabbing at only but wound stricken arms,
that are
out stretched to rescue you.

you are binded
by currents too difficult to tread.
you jumped in believing you could,
after long moments you realize you were led to this moment.
by
your temptations,
the arms meant to pull you up
and
the waters intending to push you under.
leaving you lifeless.
we are held captive by so many things,
Our own temptation,
The people we depend on who become unreliable,
And situations we believe we can resolve until we realize it is beyond our own power to control.
Life leaves us lifeless.
Jul 2014 · 638
lurk
ili Jul 2014
I recollect memories of
fear
which surged through my veins,
creating havoc in my mind.
Before relaxing my entire being
I would cover myself completely with my sheets.
In the mindset that if I tried covering myself,
I might save myself from all that lurks in the darkness.

As I grew older.

I recollect the tender feeling of carelessness.
& the boldness that surges my veins, even now.
Before relaxing my entire being,
I make sure to leave my strongest parts out beyond the safety of my sheets,
leaving them vulnerable.
In the mindset that if there is something lurking in the darkness
then hell,
I'll lurk along with it as well.
Jul 2014 · 327
death bed\\sadness sickness
ili Jul 2014
If an extensive amount of sadness can create sickness,
then I am on my death bed.
At 7 in the evening,
It creeps up on me when I wish for my thoughts to be most at rest.
My legs and arms are numb.
They only make movements when my entire body begins to ache from one laying position.
My stomach suffers from an obsessive frenzy,
And I begin to believe
that my body is more focused on bringing me pain
than it is working against the pain.

At this point I don't mind.
My eyes are swollen shut from the lack of tears yet
heavy from the lack of dryness.
I have become vulnerable to my demons.
Because sadness can cause sickness and I am on my death bed,
and I don't care how long I go on without food for the mind
and food for the heart.
Because I am on my death bed.
Jul 2014 · 2.0k
out of place
ili Jul 2014
it seems I am out of place
filled with vacant conversations
and a weary heart
I'm not suicidal
but
I don't want to breath,
Breathing is thinking
I don't want to think.
I don't want to feel.
it seems I am out of place
and a weary heart and heavy mind are not easily mended with vacant conversations
I'm not suicidal
I just want this void to fill.
Jul 2014 · 446
I won't // I will
ili Jul 2014
i won't beg for your attention
but i will seek love
whether it is from you
or whether it isn't.
i won't spend every waking moment drowning in my sad thoughts.
if I can seek love, I will.
whether it is from
a blade,
a drink,
a smoke,
a person,
or God.
i intend on being happy.
Jul 2014 · 574
three
ili Jul 2014
it's three in the morning and
for the first time in so long,
the silence that rings in my ears doesn't remind me to think of you.
hours ago, i wondered when I would stop thinking-
when I would stop thinking of you.
yet now I feel strong.
now i feel like I could spend
three seconds, minutes, hours
being tortured by the silence and I'd be unphased.
I'd be unaware of you.
Jul 2014 · 613
moments
ili Jul 2014
I remember those moments,
when I didn't cry,
I wept.
You would hold me gently but close,
And I would listen to your steady inhales and exhales.
I remember those moments,
Being so amazed.
I am usually the strong one.
And here I lay cradled in your arms,
careless but thankful as to the minutes you've spared for my weakness.
You heal me with just your presence.
I remember our moments,
Remembering makes me forget where I am.
Remembering makes me okay.
Jul 2014 · 294
lonely
ili Jul 2014
i crave new conversation
Jul 2014 · 379
hurt
ili Jul 2014
If you know hurt,
you know the late nights and prolonged thoughts.
If you know hurt,
you know how quick your muscles tense and how difficult they loosen.
If you know hurt,
You know the constant emptiness that seeps through the windows of your soul and lounges behind the layer of your eyes.
If you know hurt,
You know numb.
You know breathing, but you know suffocating.
You know hurt.
Jul 2014 · 516
stand
ili Jul 2014
I stand at the edge of a bay.
I notice the curls in the water,
and the deformity in my appearance.

I stand in front of a mirror.
I notice the cracks in the glass,
and the deformity in my life.

I stand in awe at myself.
It takes one to know pain,
It takes another to know pain
And still want to drown in it.
Jul 2014 · 762
imagining my love
ili Jul 2014
I imagine you heaving through heart beats, dreaming of another land.
Perhaps dreaming me up.
Imagining our bodies melting into one another.
I would run my fingers through your hair,
and you would carve a smile onto my face.
I imagine you patiently waiting,
as I do the same.
Perhaps content but eager.
Wondering if we have met eachother or
Wondering if we know eachother.
I imagine pain,
I imagine strength,
I imagine love,
I imagine happiness.
not my strongest but I've really been thinking about love & the person who'll be mine eventually.
Jul 2014 · 444
Gone
ili Jul 2014
Last night I got drunk,
And although I couldn't think
I kept thinking of you.
My mind replaying the short span of time our mouths latched together
As we spoke words that meant nothing.
I was thrilled,
I was sad,
I was gone.
Jun 2014 · 667
Insane
ili Jun 2014
Is it insane that i go to sleep every night on my side,
    Pretending I can feel a body form           behind me,
    Pretending I can feel your arms
Imagining that they lie innocently around me as your fingers find their     home against my skin.
Is it insane that I watch the stars at night,
In hopes that you might have found a fascination in something that shines in the darkness.
In hopes that you might see me the same way.  
Is it insane that I am already in love with the thought of you.
Is it insane.
Jun 2014 · 861
I dreamt of you, lastnight
ili Jun 2014
I woke up with my heart beat
                                    ringing in my ears.
And an ache so powerful
                                        I felt smothered.
I dreamt of you-
                                                         Again.
Jun 2014 · 3.5k
mind//appearance
ili Jun 2014
if my mind
  was
    instead my physical
      appearance
        perhaps
           they would find me more attractive.
ili Jun 2014
most everyone suffer from lack of sleep
because their thoughts keep them awake.
for hours they stare up above them,
either blankly glaring or silently crying
because of the bountiful amount of pain that discreetly trickles into their lives.

most of i suffer from a lack of confrontation.
sleeping through my struggles.
running aimlessly between the seams,
knowing that pain is only the price of living
and if this life was a contest,
i am persuaded i must be winning.

i.v
Jun 2014 · 607
perception
ili Jun 2014
I am enthralled with the idea
  of gnawing on thoughts
    complicated enough to transform into thought provoking sentences.

I find comfort in the idea
  that i have been given a chance to care after
    the body in which i have inhabited.

I find my thirsty heart, quenched
  as liquid drills its way through the passages of my
    mouth, throat and body.

I am enthralled with the idea that
  i have been given the opportunity to
   create, own, and explore the depths of my existence.
Jun 2014 · 2.8k
smoking
ili Jun 2014
My mind lingered
among the vast dreams and desires to hold a burnt plant between my lips.
To inhale something that could make me feel alive,
but could also make me feel
gone.
My existence lingered
among the thought that i have the privilege to endure a well spent death,
smoking my insides to a pulp,
except i have yet to take up the opportunity.
May 2014 · 391
familiar
ili May 2014
the one who stares back at me in the mirror,
seems unfamiliar.
the type of unfamiliarity,
that is familiar.
it eats at me.
until I have disintegrated from the lack of rememberance.
from lack of knowing
what should be familiar.
May 2014 · 956
noticing
ili May 2014
I notice the light blonde hairs that gently kiss your arms.
And the way your eyes don't flutter,
how they march.
I notice the way your lips curl so mysteriously, so pure.
And the way you are happy on sun invaded days,
And even more joyous on rain soaked days.
I notice how you embrace your words with care, as if they were made up of silver and gold.
And the way you trip people up with your eyes.
I notice.
I notice everything.
May 2014 · 366
how it'd be if I left
ili May 2014
the leaves squint at me,
while the mountains befriend me.
the guitar strums to the beat of my steps.

Consequence is overrated.
Consequence is unnecessary.

I am content this way.
The echoes of those who begged to leave along with my existence, haunts me.

I outgrew that town.
I outgrew consequence.
I was embroidered to become a part of
this.
May 2014 · 273
perspective
ili May 2014
I wish you had analyzed the depth seeping through the curtains of my mouth.
Had you heard my certainty,
Had you heard my desperation,
Perhaps your eyes would have danced to a different rhythm.
You trace your heart beats,
Marking holes in the fog that have surrounded us constantly
I wish you would analyze the depth seeping through the curtains of my mouth.
ili May 2014
how unfortunate is it
that
now
people are more fascinated with the idea of
death
rather than
*life
May 2014 · 616
frozen lungs
ili May 2014
vacant attempts to breath through frozen lungs.
what would their reaction be if I told them
perhaps
that explains why they tread earths soil so hazily.
perhaps
that explains why they are unamazed by works that should astonish them.
May 2014 · 303
Because
ili May 2014
I swallowed you whole.
Wishing I had been stronger to fend you off.
But I lack deceitfulness
Because
I did find a great amount of happiness from letting you
inside me.
But I lack a heart and mind
Because
I suffered
greatly.
I wish I hadn't swallowed you whole.
But
I'm so glad that I did.
May 2014 · 335
gone
ili May 2014
I walk for miles,
Mind hazy from the lack of oxygen.
My lungs evaporate.
Stumbling over my thoughts,
I refer to all that lay around me.
Wishing I was elsewhere.
Imagining I was walking through
loud mountains and quiet valleys.
Wishing I was gone.
Wishing I was elsewhere.
May 2014 · 358
apart \ a part
ili May 2014
The smell of earth stains my body.
Am I a part of nature?
Or
Am I apart from nature?
I seek depths too complex for the human soul.
I have a pure lust to be nothing less than nature.
Nothing else fills me up with content like the notion that
I could live in peace until the day I diminish.
Peace.
All my desire flies to the nonexistent limitations of peace.
How amazing would it be,
To permanently
Be stained by the earth.
To permanently
Be stained by the aura of earth.
To permanently
Be in peace.
May 2014 · 319
what i want
ili May 2014
What is it I want?
I want someone to hold me.
I want someone to know when to start and when to stop.
I want someone to look me in my eyes and tell me it's okay and watch as my heart begins to piece itself back together.
I want someone to be with me constantly, but not say a word.
So I won't be held to a high expectation to keep the laughter echoing and the smiles effortless.
I want them to know that I am not okay, but I am.
What is it I want.
I want someone to hold me.
Not one of my best, in a way I don't consider this a poem but it's been eating at me.
May 2014 · 769
what I'll never understand
ili May 2014
You consume my dreams.
The one escape I have is reality.
How is it that,
you've found a way to consume that too.
May 2014 · 394
our mind
ili May 2014
my thoughts beckon to me-
they command to be heard.
the constant chatter of lullabies that trace my dreams are nightmares.

i find it quite humorous.

our mind is our own,
we have full ownership.
yet.
our mind owns us.
we tell ourselves we cannot be controlled, we can only control.
but.
our mind slices our veins allowing us to contemplate the outcome of every single drop of blood evacuating the premises of our body,
our mind pushes us
to over think
constructing a maze,
succeed or fail.
either way,
our minds beckon us.
to believe
we only have two choices
life
or
death.
for those people who over think, those who try so hard to be thought-free but are in a never ending marathon they feel they're bound to lose. i keep telling myself to control the mind, do not allow the mind to control you.
May 2014 · 449
giving up
ili May 2014
i fall back upon the lashes that have marked my back,
i wonder.
how have i gotten this far?
rewinding back to a time,
seven days worth of tears ago,
i wondered.
how can i not go far, how can i eliminate my existence
in the
most
profound way.
i fall back upon the lashes that have marked my back,
i have fallen
repeatedly.
perhaps life is the hardest to endure,
so
giving up is too easy.
i want to be known for being something,
not doing something.
subliminal, i suppose.
Apr 2014 · 378
new
ili Apr 2014
new
the first time we are introduced to new surroundings,
our eyes are wild with curiousity.
the first time we meet someone,
our eyes are starving
ready to devour the very human being in hopes that this someone might finally give us life.

the first time we are introduced to life,
we are anew, we are naive, we are excited, we are not who we are when we start to realize the obstacles that will cross our paths.

After we are introduced to new surroundings,
After we meet someone for the first time,
After we are introduced to life itself,
Our eyes lose their
Curiousity
Excitement
Hunger
and all else.
Our eyes turn stale from realization.

Everything looks hopeful at first sight.


If first glances are what it takes to be overcome with hopefulness, hunger, excitement and curiousity,
Perhaps, it would be most ideal to see everything in the first perspective.
Apr 2014 · 992
A 12-syllable poem
ili Apr 2014
I got a fascinating world
inside my mind

i.v
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