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lilah raethe Sep 2013
What came so
blindly
will tear out your eyes
when you watch it
walk
[aw
         a
         y…]

When it turns your back on you,
like just missing the breeze in your face
as you long
for
a
         breath;

a sunflower pointing
East
     in the evening
[-away]


They all go
[          ]
"a love poem"
lilah raethe Sep 2013
snuffed out too quick
like the oxygen stuffed
              flick of the wick
                               of a wax bundle
as it extinguish/es
and the smokey exhale
is born;
The flavor disappears.

Remind me to never fall asleep

with a candle burning.
lilah raethe Sep 2013
IS IT OK?
                  if I am soft
                   like an
                   innocent
                   child's' skin

IS IT OK?
                 if I am not
                  thin--but
                  you can rest
                  your head
                  on me

IS IT OK?
                 if I don't
                  moan
                  when it doesn't
                  feel good

IS IT OK?
                 *if I go somewhere
                  else
                  entirely
lilah raethe Sep 2013
it's not
         about
What you say
    or how you articulate
  your body
               movement

it's not
         about
Who you are
    But how
you
            present
                               It

it's not about
  doing the right
         thing
  but being the right
         person

and we
              can all dream
    about who we'll someday
Become

but until we get
        there
  we'll fight to be
                                   "someone"
lilah raethe Sep 2013
poetry is the water under my feet
as I lightly step upon
the surface
of its deep terrain

It is the water
supporting my weight;
words won't let me
sink

The crazy part
is the fact that
I'm not weightless.
I'm not a waterbug
skittering across infinite hydrogen bonds.

And I walk along the surface tension
like I have never been tense;
I feel all the ripples below
but I cannot be influenced.

*

I am walking on water
and therefore

I must be God.
Poetry is...assignment (for the second time)
lilah raethe Sep 2013
The empty page comes out.
              -        -        -
(    It was said to me before
      that the very essence
       of brainstorm
             -  of creation  -
      is a blank sheet of paper     )

I want to talk about
             Colleges

She said
and she was genuine
   -  they all are  -
when she made a list:

She showed me
the stars I'd never
          reach
        and my
         Safety
           net.

And I...
Well I,
I started crying
         pushed up against the
old cracked kitchen cabinet
         and my family stared
at my flushed face
         And turned away
because none of them
         could say I was scared.
Marisa once said something profound to me: "You have to make your own choices. Because Max is thinking of himself when he makes choices and you need to do the same. Where do you see yourself living for the next four years?"
I couldn't stop thinking about Max and all the places he'll be going.  Where I'll be living remains undecided.
lilah raethe Aug 2013
at the turning point
you take a breath and look back
before taking the next
step

"The more
time
passes,
the more it
hurts"

when it should be
reversed - with
time to heal

it's hard    to not keep ourselves
held
by the chain reaction
of a thought process
driven on bad vibes
and faulty actions

it happened,
and so it is

"Except I - myself - destroyed
it,
and now I have to
suffer
from my own doing"

we all  have that
neglected friend
better-off-dead
moment

"I caused it all."
we all have that bend
that hurts
to remember
so turn your back on it

It's gone

it happened,
and so it is
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