Marie-Niege: Favorites

Jul 2013 Marie-Niege

Tom McCone

stuck in a hollow room,
handfuls of pictures of
years, now simple past,
rain still bound, fallen,
the quietness of absence,
the eclipse of
your dissolute smile;

one day,
years ago,
I must have woken up,
and forgotten to stay in love,

or just realized,
I never really was.

Jul 2013 Marie-Niege

lacklustre ambition {me}

Jul 2013 Marie-Niege

Tom McCone

lacklustre ambition {me}

I pick small flowers from the curvature
of the nape of your
neck;
i wake up,        one minute:
you    are
gone.

I move on
with my life,
i move out
of these same walls,
like the
next
fervent
dream,                                                        where I still  believe
I'm over                                          it,
I'm

just still kind of
in love with
you.

i'm sorry always
sorry i pretend
like I
care
or
don't care

and

I don't really know where the hours
went, or the years of life you wasted on
me.
x

Jul 2013 Marie-Niege

just a sigh

Jul 2013 Marie-Niege

Tom McCone

just a sigh

I dreamt we were somewhere, I don’t know where, just far away from anywhere, on a soft-grassed singular hill amidst plains, rolling amongst forests and streams to distant mountains puncturing the crystal ocean of the sky at horizon. We sat on a thick blanket, with a picnic basket and no cares. A breeze ran along the carpeted grassfields and the sky blinked, washing the sparsely clouded above to a clutter of delicate stars in but an instant, hanging, two centimeters between stolen glances and the whispered fractions of my slowing heartbeat. I shuffled my lips to make words, but it was silent. Everything was silent, save for the distant murmur of twinkling lights, like drops of still water on the endless shoreline of morning, just waiting to fall once more.

Jul 2013 Marie-Niege

I want to touch your butt

Jul 2013 Marie-Niege

glass can

I want to touch your ****

Well.
Now wait, what, I feel dumb

not really, though. But still,

it's just all strange, this whole...
people vs people vs people
interlocked competition between bags of bones

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crosses fingers so I won't **** up

TOO BAD,
I probably will

Jul 2013 Marie-Niege

Rose Within

Jul 2013 Marie-Niege

Jay

Rose Within

The rose that grows some
Slow but wholesome
Is a product of perfection
But those thorns point upright
Toward any form of sunlight
Blinding the beauty altogether
The bad takes over
Because the good is no fun
And the thorn prevails again
But once that flower is picked
And that first hand bleeds so
The thorn will fall in shame
And realize it should've just been a rose

Jul 2013 Marie-Niege

nursery rhymes

Jul 2013 Marie-Niege

marina

nursery rhymes

instead of picking flowers for you
i'll take you where they grow,
together we can watch them die
when heat gives way to snow

(i just want to be with you
as seasons come and go)

hello, i'm rhyming today.

Jul 2013 Marie-Niege

idon'tknowhowtotitlethis

Jul 2013 Marie-Niege

marina

idon'tknowhowtotitlethis

i didn't mind when you
walked away, and i didn't pretend
to ignore it when you looked back
twice, but (in all honesty),
a goodbye would have been nice

hello, i'm sorry for all the crap poetry lately, i just feel a lot of things and nothing at all at the same time and it's confusing me.

Jul 2013 Marie-Niege

Untitled

Jul 2013 Marie-Niege

PK Wakefield

Untitled

i do not write a poem it
from "who knows where" comes
in its body
is some words
i think
some words
but

why ?
and i

"don't know" cuz
like lithe
from out of
sleeping hair it marches

adamantine

unstoppable

invincibly fragile
it marches
doe-like

its eyes are pretty too
and in the terse clutch of its stinging copse
i s
pythe
gleaming rind of life

foamed in sweat
it is nubile strong delicate

but

i do not write a poem
it from
"who knows"
where
(idon't)

May 2013 Marie-Niege

Entitled, "For Brooke".

May 2013 Marie-Niege

brooke

Entitled, "For Brooke".

once you wrote me a letter on your
typewriter with a quote from the little
prince (which took me only an hour
to read)

because it is she that I have listened
to when she grumbled, or boasted or
even sometimes when she said nothing.
she is my rose.

perhaps then, I was thankful for all the
times when I was angry, naive or
mean in which you only smiled and
tried to hold me. Maybe we really
did love each other.

I am painfully grateful, if that is
even possible.

(c) Brooke Otto

May 2013 Marie-Niege

a quick thought

May 2013 Marie-Niege

marina

a quick thought

sometimes i wonder if
kacie would be happier if
she didn't smoke, or
if that is the very thing that
holds her together

(judging by the way she is
now, i suppose i'll never
really know)

poor kacie- all anybody ever wants to do is save her, but it seems there's no way to.
on a completely different note: oh gosh, this has gotten bad. i've started writing fanfiction, somebody please stop me now. i just can't even. i'm so ashamed.