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18.2k · Feb 2018
dance of the flowers
gracie Feb 2018
lightning flash across the sky
silver clouds begin to cry
our clothes are cold and soaking wet
but we don't run inside just yet

if I said I'm ready now
darling, would you show me how
to blindly run through fields, unplowed
until the thunder roars?

fire races through my spine
warm hands meet my cold waistline
let's dance together, intertwined
like flowers in a storm
only an innuendo if u want it to be
16.2k · Sep 2018
blackberry wine
gracie Sep 2018
tell me the story of the fawn,
white-spotted, damp-eyed,
lying still on the roadside;
how the forest mourned for days,
twisting and churning its leaves
against the ashen sky.
tell me the story of tragedy,
wind beneath the wings of Icarus
on his journey to the sun;
how he closed his eyes and smiled,
basking in freedom’s warmth
before plummeting back to earth.
tell me the story of youth,
wild and tender, dancing barefoot
as though we were made of nothing
less than bruises and blackberry wine;
how I'd let love destroy me,
the car
if it meant being in your arms.
15.0k · Jul 2017
gracie Jul 2017
Perhaps we never truly met
until I heard your voice of flowers
spill hydrangeas across the carpet
of my bedroom at 3 am.

Those whispers of nothingness
that smell oh so sweetly in the night
begin to wither away as sunrise creeps in
through the window I forgot to close tight.
9.8k · Sep 2018
Dusk, You and I
gracie Sep 2018
If you were the setting Sun,
I would be the blushing sky
begging you to stay.
9.6k · Nov 2018
coffee lips
gracie Nov 2018
it's how he's gentle, drawing me close
when I shiver; how he holds my hands,
cold fingers nestled in the warmth of his palms.
how we return to a certain forest, admiring trees flushed
in hues of gold and scarlet; how reality fades away as we walk,
drowned out by the bubbling of a stream.
how I adore his honeyed voice, soothing like the patter of rain
on backseat windows; how the taste of coffee lingers on his lips
when he presses them to mine so softly,
so bittersweet.
how I feel myself falling, but I still run into his arms
"it'll be different this time."

but how can I outrun reality?
too close too soon, i guess.
6.3k · Oct 2018
Love in Autumn
gracie Oct 2018
Keats says, "transcendence of the self",
so you become a fox, copper-coated,
bright-eyed. You become the light of a
harvest moon, playful and sweet,
dancing across the forest floor,
you become a lingering scent
on my thrift-store sweater: balsam or
cold brew coffee, wafting
through the bustling café. You become soft
Sunday afternoons, forehead kisses and
pretty words whispered over the phone,
the curl of my lip as I drift off
into sleep.
i think ur p cool
i like u alot
maybe we could... hang out? or somethin'
6.1k · Jan 2018
Celestial Silence
gracie Jan 2018
Last night, I begged the stars
to tell me their secrets,
but there was no reply
celestial silence

I wonder if I'm closer than I've ever been.
5.3k · Feb 8
moonfall; a haiku
gracie Feb 8
it was the last time
you ever kissed me goodnight
the day the moon fell
3.2k · Mar 2018
gracie Mar 2018
Shake me

Til the sad falls away
Til my heart breaks so cleanly
That you can staple it together
With love or
Some kind of metal
That won't melt in the scorching

Hold me

Til my hands stop
Til warm clouds of
Breath escape my lips
And drift up into the
Smoking atmosphere
Between our

Shatter me

Til glass scatters across the
Til no amount of superglue or
Soft words
Can fix the wonderful
Damage you leave
2.7k · Feb 2018
withered roses
gracie Feb 2018
a million years ago
my mom told me
there’s a light at the end of every tunnel
but I don't hold my breath
as we drive through them.

it's always cold
when I come home
'cause I'm the dark one
in my household.

the silent halls howl
with aching echoes
as my heels
clickety clack
  across the linoleum tiles.

beside my bed
sits a vase of withered roses
floating like corpses
in milky water.

I hate them.
every petal, every thorn
but I can't bring myself
to let them go.

is a beast still bad
if she cries in her sleep?
‘cause she’s broken and numb
but the world still turns.

she doesn't try
to be evil
she just forgets
to achieve perfection.
2.4k · Apr 2018
Losing paradise
gracie Apr 2018
I see paradise
in his eyes

I see rainy day car rides
singing along to George Ezra
his voice sweet, low
dripping from his lips
like honey off a spoon

I see blanket forts
drifting asleep like a child
his chest safe, soft
rhythmically rising and falling
with every blue exhale

I see sunshine
loving in the morning
his kisses deep, warm
tousled hair upon the pillow
like a sleepy golden storm

but I see bitter tears
crying alone in the bathroom
my breath cold, hollow
aching in my throat
because he only loved my silhouette.
2.2k · Nov 2018
My Hair
gracie Nov 2018
You fell in love with my hair
and I fell in love with how easily
I could cut it off.
to JW
2.1k · Mar 2018
city boy
gracie Mar 2018
he's a careless night drive, beautiful
but deadly, his laugh intoxicating
like plum wine, a smile masking
the scent of desperation.

I followed his tracks through the smoking
streets like a stray cat chasing
Moonlight, cursed with a curiosity
that’ll **** her in the end.

dazed, she dances with the devil
to the electric hum of city
lights that gorge on the
fragile glow of the stars.
1.6k · Apr 2018
gracie Apr 2018
The more I know him
the more I believe
that he is not a boy
he is a storm
some sort of
spectacular phenomenon.

The hurricane inside him
rages like a beast
and he is
and he is
dragging me out to sea.

Yet he still pretends
that he is safe for me to love
that his hands are gentle
that his kisses are warm
that his touch won't
dash me against the rocks.

Which shall I choose?
to die of thirst
to drown beneath the waves
of the hurricane inside him.
find me in the water
1.6k · Oct 2018
Darling, Sing Me a Song
gracie Oct 2018
Boy, I see you tremble,
tear-stains on your cheek:
sad little music notes
scribbled on a sheet.

Dear, tell me who hurt you,
who left you so bruised?
I'll be the melody
of a sweeter tune.

Darling, sing me a song,
a hymn from your heart,
and together we'll be
a new work of art.
1.5k · Oct 2018
gracie Oct 2018
two shimmering goldfish on display
in a run-down pub, swimming lazily
in milky water, suspending translucent fins
like angel wings. one stares numbly at the glass
with beady eyes, entranced by his own reflection;
the other darts between the rocks, twitching
to escape his murky prison.
not really a poem? oops
1.4k · Dec 2018
gracie Dec 2018
Mom kept the cereal boxes on top of the fridge
out of reach from my thieving little hands
so I wouldn't spoil my appetite with
frosted flakes
But I'm taller now
5'5" to be exact
I don't even go on tippy toes
to grab my routine dinner of
cheerios and milk
to be eaten alone
in my room.
1.4k · Mar 2018
gracie Mar 2018
i'm sorry for the
love notes
for the roses
blooming beneath your bedroom
window, for the lies
hidden under
dewy leaves

i'm sorry for the
thorn in your
pride, for coming to
the coffee shop
for spilling honey and
my heart
on your favorite sweater

i'm sorry for the
careless smiles
for wearing my
yellow dress to make
you stare, for thinking
you'd keep
a lovestruck
1.3k · Jan 22
people i lost last year
gracie Jan 22
the tall, brown-eyed
scholar with tousled hair and 
endless supply of sarcastic comments; 
stolen sweaters and car rides and
cartoons. sipping hot cocoa
out of Star Wars mugs, study dates, 
playing hide and seek 
in Walmart, hugs that 
made me feel whole

first heartbreak
******* in his passenger seat because 
he "needed it”;
a lonely winter learning 
he did not love me and 
a season spent intertwined 
with a boy who could not 
fill the void in my chest.

golden hair, ocean eyes,
sunkissed skin and downtown flea markets.
threading my fingers between his
sharing our poems over skype
iced coffee and patched denim and 
fresh yellow flowers stashed in my locker.
hugging in the hallway,
silly love notes and soft smiles and 
laughing so hard my ribs hurt.
a sensation of warmth that could rival 
pure sunshine

unopened texts
a subtle disconnection
i held his heart in my palm and
let it slip
i still carry the guilt in my fingertips

overalls. shoulder-length hair, i 
fell in love with the way he said my name
strange, unrecognizable on his lips, ringing
each syllable like a pink-petal
a thrift store parking lot, draped 
across his lap, one hand in my hair, 
the other around my heart;
stolen kisses at stoplights. shivering and 
holding each other so closely
i thought 
we might never unravel

disintegrating. distance withering away 
my heartstrings; familiar pain and
longing to be held
bitter tears and night air
stroking my hair
in place of the way
his hands made me
an old poem. the loneliness comes and goes;
poem format inspired by haley
1.2k · Dec 2018
Everything Stays
gracie Dec 2018
This morning I awoke to the soft patter
of rain against my bedroom window
and I realized

I’m going to be just fine.
not really poetry but who cares
1.1k · Sep 2018
gracie Sep 2018
I'd stay up all night
just to hear you speak
cause' darling, poems are lovely
but you're the masterpiece.
1.1k · Apr 7
to my sweetest mistake:
gracie Apr 7
keep your distance.
i'm not sure i could survive you
a second time.


                         ­                -overalls
1.1k · Nov 2018
softness; a haiku
gracie Nov 2018
I hate this softness
that infests me to my core
pretty parasite
926 · May 2018
your sweater
gracie May 2018
it smells like you


like coffee shops and
late night talks and
grinning like a fool

but I'd rather sit and
shiver than be warm
in your ******* sweater.
703 · Feb 13
one man’s trash
gracie Feb 13
here’s to the thrift store sweaters,
well-worn, wooly and warm,
meant for curling up
with a book and hot tea
as the snow comes
twinkling down.

here’s to the little stray cat
street-smart, striped, and shy,
tossed to the curb
but somehow still grateful
for the touch of a stranger
passing by.

here’s to the weary lovers
run-down, restless romantics who've
learned to stitch up their hearts
and put on their smiles
because life is too short
to waste it
i heckin got this
665 · Dec 2017
gracie Dec 2017
“Do you miss him?”

I bit my tongue and felt
the honeysuckle nectar
drip from my lips,

“Not anymore.”
585 · Dec 2018
gracie Dec 2018
The sign says
keep off the ice,
but all it takes is
one word from you
and I'm walking out
I'm walking all the way out.
I don’t turn back,
even when I hear crackling
beneath my feet.
I reach for your hand,
but I can’t find it
I can't find you.
Were you ever really mine?
Or am I the only one
out here on this ice
that has just
       to break.
not over it
474 · Nov 2017
Mr. Fox
gracie Nov 2017
His voice resonates
like an old record player
soft, smooth
filling silent rooms with songs.
He could charm bees out of hives
with his silver tongue
teasing, tempting
melting me into honey.
And those brilliant eyes
dotted with stars
constellations, galaxies
stealing my muddled words away.
I imagine his kisses tasting like warm coffee
on a cold monday morning
blissful, breathtaking
stirring my sleepy soul,

But who could tame a fox?
472 · Apr 6
gracie Apr 6
for the first time
the future is a risk, uncertain
and ominous
a cliff above dark waters where
i'm told to dive headfirst,
eyes-closed, into icy depths
praying i'll know how to swim
but for the first time
the future is a mystery, new
and limitless
a story not yet written by the hands
of fate and strangers passing by,
coffee shop patrons and the stray
cat crossing 5th street
perhaps this is the first time
when the future is truly mine
to find.
367 · Jan 21
gracie Jan 21
this is a poem for
the little poetess
who sings through the day like
a yellow-feathered finch
and spills honeysuckles from her mouth
to those who do not deserve them,
the hopeless romantic
who wears her heart
on her overalls
and speaks her mind just in case
somebody hears her,
the silly girl
who welcomes winter
and radiates warmth
through her fingertips as if
her touch alone could thaw the world.
for hannah
351 · Oct 2018
what keeps me up at night
gracie Oct 2018
it’s how I start to drift mid-conversation, how I can’t stay still; how words spill from my mouth like tea from my shaking mug
how I latch onto anyone who looks my way, how I want you; how I wish I could stay in your arms a little longer every time we hug
how I can’t hear myself at all until I’m alone in the woods at 2am; how the stream sounds like a symphony, how my mind is silent how I miss him
or the way he made me feel, like I was special or lovely, like he’d want me forever
or a couple more months
how I hate my poems, how it was the only thing I was proud of; how you ruined it.
how you ruined me.
265 · Apr 15
gracie Apr 15
Lock the doors
and **** the engine.

There’s a storm coming.

Heavy scent of hunger and humidity,
rain against the roof, the rhythm we fall into
slowly, a little stronger with each breath.
You come closer, whispering like thunder
in my ear so soft,
so bold.
I have always been weak in the face
of cruel fingers and gentle mouths,
but you are undoing me
wholly, completely
and I cannot resist
the petrichor
264 · Jan 8
gracie Jan 8
Take me back to the blue ridge mountains
where clouds kiss the mountaintops
and golden light trickles through
the pines like honey;
where birds sing of home
and white-speckled fawns play
together in bluebell meadows;
where we danced
barefoot in the brook
and buried the sins of our parents;
where we taught ourselves to stargaze
and fell back in love
with the heartbeats in our chests.
215 · Apr 28
I Was More Than
gracie Apr 28
You never knew the garden
I grew from within
or the ripe honeysuckles
intertwined with my ribs
you never pressed your mouth
to my pink prim-rose lips
or felt your hands laced
between my fern fingertips
you never saw the buttercups
brim behind my eyes
or the soft blue forget-me-nots
speckling my thighs
you never heard my voice
not a laugh, not a word
so don’t tell me I’m missing
what you found in her.
gotta get something out of these emotions
165 · Feb 2018
my greatest fear:
gracie Feb 2018
I've fooled boys
   into loving
  my body,
but the truth is
  I’m terrified
   because I’ve never
    found one
       who loved
                my soul.
155 · May 13
strawberry cake
gracie May 13
i don’t want to fall in love
i want to step into it, slowly
like a shower on monday
morning. warm, easy-on-the
the bones; softness, two hands
to hold and a mouth to tell me
stories. someone to whisper
what-ifs across the wire and
fill the kitchen with kisses
and strawberry cake
i don’t want to fall in love

i want to make it.
135 · May 21
gracie May 21
“chew your food”
says my mom as i down a bowl of macaroni with the fierceness of a velociraptor. i don’t need to slow down.
i’m a dinosaur.
another 2 min poem
65 · May 9
poem I wrote in 2 min
gracie May 9
I love strawberries
remind me of little
fruit hedgehogs,
so sweet.
I hope I find myself
surrounded by
this summer.
That would be wonderful.
A summer of red delight.
take that conor

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