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I’ve been stuck at the cross roads of pedestrian language for 15 years
now drowning in not only my adolecense but also myself
for my lungs are filled with water, self loathing and self hate
but my heart is filled with a love for everyone
everyone which i cannot understand
understanding is something which seems to be so uncommon
because if he has a heart and she has a heart and
they have a heart are they not the same with differences of emotion
of features, of hight and pigment but are they not the same?
Are we not alike?
We are each other without the ability to see we are connected
my mind to yours
i see through not only your eyes but your soul
and if i have a heart
and you have a heart
then what exactly are these class differences
which set the two of us from them,
what are these variations
which set
the two of us, from one another?…
procrastination.
i push forth a time towards a further date
and you remain to believe that both still exist.
Today is the day
But so was yesterday...
Wake up late
Put on pants
Drag myself down the stairs and onto the portch
Today is the day
Light my cigarette
Inhale the good
Exhale the bad
Today is the ******* day
Get out of my car
Meet you on the sidewalk
I have to talk to you
You have to talk to me
You say you have good news
I say that I have something to say to you
Today is the day
I've been waiting 11 months and 17-
Together
You said
To geth er
Him
And you
you and him
To think
To think I was going to finally say
I love you.
Today was the day
Today was the day.
  Nov 2014 Alexandria Meister
Odi
He plays the the sound of a rainfall in Manhattan.
As he chases paper thin skin out of this sorry sob story
another fairy tale in his head.
I think you've had enough for today Alex
why don't you sing of pretty things?
Eyes like coals too dark to see,
do they stop your hands from strumming that guitar?
the tunes you play
the melodies
echo in the absence of your voice
and alex you taste so sweet
sweeter than the alcohol you use to get to sleep
I tell you one day the past will catch up with you;
but your smile looks like a well adjusted childhood.
Something were all surprised to see.
And yeah your fingers pour over the strings,
because
the only time they dont shake is when you play
so play for me
play play play
sing sing sing
dont stop
dont breathe
just play
A series of poems for the boys that have left a mark
somewhere
somehow
You were born with thunder rumbling from between your lips.
Your words were learned to be feared.
the promise of being trapped in the rain was too frightening for anyone to listen.

You were a flower that had begun to wilt,
covered by the shade of those towering above you,
and when they stole the last ray of light,
you learned to become your own sun.

Lightning shown in your golden-brown eyes.
Fierceness and a refusal to take any odds into consideration.
You struck hearts into beating again,
you struck minds into thinking again.

Your soul is a flood raging over hills. You are washing down every crevice of the world;
drowning and sweeping away things that will never measure to your strength.

You are a Californian wildfire.
Beautifully destructive and distinctively fearless.
You are crackling heat in valleys where thirst will never be quenched.
Don't be offended when they turn away,
some people just can't take the heat.

You have grown into a refusal to let the natural disasters inside of you sit still.
You have taken every ounce of nothingness that you felt and turned it into a brewing storm.
We will hear that thunder rolling from your lips this time.

Sonnets were written about your icy smile years before you were born.
Poets know the beauty of a powerful earthquake that could send cities crumbling,

Everyone knows the beauty of a powerful woman that can send worlds crumbling.
  Nov 2014 Alexandria Meister
Jay
Because his eyes shone like starlight and his lips felt like the moon.
His hips crashed like comets; like meteorites falling from the sky. Constellations disguised as freckles across his shoulder blades and the cosmos coated his fingertips.
Our breaths were shallow as we fought to regain air while our tangled legs formed the Milky Way.
His words carried me to Mercury, Neptune, and every **** planet in between while his smile pulled me towards galaxies light years away, whisking us off into the blissful unknown.
Not that great yet, needs some work
J.D.
Ok so fine I have a few bad habits
Being a optimist though
I tend to look at them as souvigneirs
Drug addictions are simply memerobilia
My love for you is a item that hold no true meaning
Yet I hoard it like a broken mother
Whos son died at war and
17 years 4 months and 30 days later
Still sleeps with his blanket
And favorite teddy bear as a child
As a disguise I hide what most people
Would consider misdominers
(Don't let your eyes fool you every last one of them is treasure)
Well, I hide them
Under my bed
In the back of my closet
My heart
You know, all those dark, dusty, empty n overdue for a cleaning
Type places..
Because I've got knick knacks and trinkets
(You were supposed to read that in the little mirmaids voice)
Point is they all have no uses
And absolutely no meaning...
I think..
Unless love means something...
And that song I wrote for you back in march, which you have never heard is actually still playing out of a stereo on the counter top of the kitchen in the apartment I built for you to live in
In my heart
Abandoned
Now full of mistakes
I've been trying to hide.

— The End —