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Jul 2013 Ivie

The writer

Jul 2013 Ivie

TheBeautyOfYourWords

Every day (he would dream)
of the days with you
your laugh, your kisses
your smile
he would picture your face
when he tried to fall asleep
late at night
he would write poems
and books
(about) the times with (you)
he would make you
the main character
in every single
lovestory he ever wrote
-
You were his reason for
writing all his books
from the first one
(until) the very last one
before (he died)
with a piece of your
love in his hands.

(l.p)

Jul 2013 Ivie

"i do believe in fairies, i do, i do"

Jul 2013 Ivie

maybella snow

"i do believe in fairies, i do, i do"

is it strange that i believe in supernatural things
       like fairies
                                wild creatures that cant be found
or looked for
          they appear when and if they want to
                                              living separate
with nothing to do
     with humans
                                      mischievous things
                                                           that never die
of common illnesses
      i do believe that fairies
                                                                   could
be possible
                           because there's nothing
      to prove anything

                                                                                                              and you're far to
                                                                                                              otherworldly
                                                                                                              to be a simple
                                                                                                              human
                                                                                                              like me

the title's a part of a song in peter pan.

Jul 2013 Ivie

hiccoughs

Jul 2013 Ivie

maybella snow

hiccoughs

i remember
you said you loved watching people with hiccoughs
[hiccough]                                                                                                                it made you laugh

i've got hiccoughs
do you love me?
*[hiccough]

Jul 2013 Ivie

you decide life is unfair and so you decided to be as unjust to yourself

Jul 2013 Ivie

壱原侑子

you decide life is unfair and so you decided to be as unjust to yourself

the judge asks
me how i plead
but long after
they have all
judged me

how do you plead

pleading is not
something i do,
your honor, but
yes i did rip his
heart out of his
chest

to which the judge
replies

****** is a crime
what is your defense

i could lie
i could have lied
i could have

sometimes ******
is charity, your horror

he didn't need
that heart

(he doesn't believe in
love anyway)

-

i am a prison
i built myself
and i wash my
hands but the
blood
never comes off,
and they cake
under my nails
to grow a secret
garden of nothing
but weeds;
the scent of ******
stays, like the smell
of cigarettes that
burrow and makes
its home inside
noses when
you've been
smoking
for much
too long

the greatest
crime:
i was
suspect,
and i was
victim;

we are judge
and jury
and jail

Jul 2013 Ivie

the science of probability

Jul 2013 Ivie

壱原侑子

the science of probability

maybe they left
because
they loved you;
they loved you
so much, that if,
they stayed
they would have
loved
you
until there was
nothing left
of them to love
you with.

Jul 2013 Ivie

the reverse effects of recovery

Jul 2013 Ivie

壱原侑子

the reverse effects of recovery

before they tried to fix him
he showed them the cuts
on his hands but
nobody believed he tried
hard enough because
they weren't deep
enough

no one ever learns
everybody goes
looking for the light
that burns the brightest
even if it burns them down
to clean, stripped, charred,
bone.

and no one is sorry
and no one is scared
and everyone is terrified
but no one ever learns

Jul 2013 Ivie

Roof poem

Jul 2013 Ivie

Lydia Ann

Roof poem

Roof-tops cannot see me
There are no windows there for curious eyes to peer through
And so I sit
With my dressing gown open
Slouching off each shoulder
Piled up in the crooks of my elbows

The street crawls into view
As I lean back to cool my skin on the wall
I hear a car approaching
But it approaches lazily
So I linger for a moment
Skin singing with the sudden chill tickling

Tiny yellow flowers
Across a driveway unknown to me
Call out to the sun
Confusing her for their mother
But the sun has gone now
Leaving pools of darkness under each needle in the pine trees
And sending shivers dancing across my bare back
Up my shoulders