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Apr 2014 · 821
you understand.
Marie-Niege Apr 2014
i say yes
because
i don't
have
anything
to
lose.

i say no
because
i don't
want to
lose
everything.
you understand. 20w
Apr 2014 · 281
Heal.
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my mind is a pill.
5w
Apr 2014 · 466
Exist.
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I
am
only
a
fact
when
my
existence
hums
beneath
the
felt tip
of your
fingers,
your hands
lingering
above
my
chestnut
skin,
have
I
become
a
fact
of
life?
I only
come
into
existence
when
you've
made
me a
fact
of
your
life.
I pictured him of me.
Apr 2014 · 214
Life
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Don't let it swallow me. Whole.
I am only at my best when
I have been halved
and quartered.
Apr 2014 · 491
tired
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give me a hole to crawl into
Apr 2014 · 433
him 2
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comparing his lips to cherries
is like l i n k i n g Eve to sin.
i'm done
Marie-Niege Apr 2014
I often look at people and wonder
where they are going to end up.

I often look in mirror and see me going
as far as it's glass will allow me to see.
Apr 2014 · 957
Death by Elephant:
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Death by elephant:
they said I tasted
just like chicken.
be kind to animals. am i a chikken
Apr 2014 · 197
him
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him
I breathe you like air
Apr 2014 · 195
what are you looking for
Marie-Niege Apr 2014
If you're seeking someone that can
find you
then I pity you
for not understanding that no one else
knows where you are
better than
you.
funny thing-you're attached to you.
Apr 2014 · 576
lemon lips
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he left me resting
crooked
on the pith of his
lemon-split lips
and I just keep
sleeping
through its rind
like the sleep
won't leave me.
Marie-Niege Apr 2014
and his face
is much like
any other
faceless face
but his mind—
oh darling,
but his mind is
*enigmatic
20w
Matt Corby - Lay You Down
(I promise, I am done for the day)
Apr 2014 · 196
A Fine Day
Marie-Niege Apr 2014
"It is such a lovely, lovely day.
Why don't we go
be lovely with it?"
(15w)
Listen to Hindi Zahra- Stand Up
She is an amazing secret.
Marie-Niege Apr 2014
If you're wondering how a
pretzel untwists its self,
it is not by the curls of a lover's
tongue—
nor by the might
of its self
but by the spine of a poet's
meek hands,
unlacing and
embracing
it's curves
and lines.
Happy Poetry Month
Apr 2014 · 276
You, Me and the Stars
Marie-Niege Apr 2014
I had a dream
of you and me
tumbling
in between
bed sheets-
the moon,
the stars,
shivering
above
our
shoulders.
Listen to Hindi Zahra - Beautiful Tango
Marie-Niege Apr 2014
I read his sentence as
a string of his breath,
the commas,
his pauses,
and at the period
is where
he ends.
We always end.
Apr 2014 · 200
off with your head
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sometimes
my neck
can't
sustain
the heavy
ton weight
of my head
and it just
lets it
fall.
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lonely just wants to fall in love tonight
lonely just wants to fall in love tonight.
everyone around me is just so ******* lonely. I wish I could love them all tonight.
Marie-Niege Apr 2014
Julia Roberts
lied to them.
Richard Gere
is not going to
climb onto a
rickety ladder,
risking his life,
facing his fears
just to kiss their
lips. He is only
one man. And
they are but a
few
I am serious. please answer me.
Apr 2014 · 303
People Skills
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If a woman tells you she feels ignored
                    drop your things and
          run to her.
If a man tells you he feels ignored
                  drop your everything
          and run away
society. humor. humans.
Apr 2014 · 211
his paper trail
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tell me,
I used to say to him
whenever we were
tense in the festering
breaths of an argument-
do I bleed like all of the
others
he had strung himself with yarn
through the lives of so many women that he hated-
and on those days when anger cursed us,
I'd flash it in his face until he erupted all over me.

he was the type that dealt with anger silently-
I was the type that needed to physically feel it
and hear it and breathe it,
not just sense it.

we were good.
Apr 2014 · 340
04/05
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at night
when everything of me is exposed
I fumble with my hands,
not sure where to
misplace them
and as it comes to bother me
in a real sort of way-
I slip them on the underside of my pillow
leasing the heavy weight my cheek has to bear
onto the clasped binds of my
mis-script prayers.
Apr 2014 · 250
Elements
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I often wonder where
we've drawn the line in the sand
and why

Is it simply so that the winds
can have something to disrupt
I don't like question marks
Apr 2014 · 940
Swollen Eyelids
Marie-Niege Apr 2014
we keep the house cold
so that we can trace life
out of the puffs of clouds
that hum from our lips.
as he skates off the bed
feet nibbling
at the floor boards,
arms drizzling
past his waist,
he sits on the edge of the air
changing what filters into my lungs
with each yawn that stretches from him-
his pale back angled to my face, I
stretch my legs towards him,
resting my feet on his back,
toes tucking into the brails
of his spine,
and we wait within
the beauty of those ripe days,
when everything fell
on our swollen eyelids.
Apr 2014 · 198
a lottabit
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i like to think that I'm
a little bit more than
nothing
and a lottabit less than
everything.
this is math
Apr 2014 · 300
moments
Marie-Niege Apr 2014
if I was a romantic person,
I'd pay attention to how he smiles
when a neighboring
baby coos
at an item
while we wait
in line.
but i'm not
Apr 2014 · 531
birthmarks
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I have all of these bruises
on my arms and legs
and this
high yellow birthmark
that rests at the cliff of my
thigh just before it dives into my
right knee,
and these black marks that
people have come to name
as a sign of beauty
(but that's not the case.)
They sit on my
right *******
and my right index
and my left pinky
and right above my upper lip
on the left side of my face-
all of which I constantly wonder
if they began to exist
only when I began to exist
or if they've been there all along
just waiting for my body
to peer into existence,
I really can't say
exactly when
all of these birthmarks
and beauty marks
and bruises
all
began to
exist
but I really do
wonder
about them.
birthmarks, beauty marks, and just regular old bruises
Mar 2014 · 257
what a time to be alive
Marie-Niege Mar 2014
What a time to be alive.
I've felt your pulse
through your palms,
a vibrato lengthened
through your fingers as they
strum up the stem of my spine,
my bones a-clatter,
my flesh a-flutter-
a slight bloom in your
warm hands-
what a time to be
alive.
a time it was indeed
below your fingertips
Marie-Niege Mar 2014
I  keep a green cup between the
legs of my nightstand and the
mints of my wall,
and at night after I tuck edible things
out of my dresser's pockets
and into my mouth
and then again, into the open spout of my green cup
because mine never seems to know
how to retain any
form of sustenance:
I let it all spill from me and then
I lay back into the ruffles of my blanket,
rancid scents spilling through the air-
I'm breathing new again-
and my eyes fill as my body won't,
and I just waste
all over
somethings just never feels right. and this poem is one of them
Mar 2014 · 415
paraphernalia
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i wear my baseball cap backwards
so that everyone around me
can see all of my
half-way decent face
and then I pin
paraphernelia
in the shape of buttons
all around its duck-bill mouth so that
everyone around me
that doesn't care
knows that I care
about
  something,
if not
  everything.
and in due time
I lose some things
that surrounds my head:
the people, the relics.
Safety pins unfastening
from its worn fibers,
and fluttering
behind my arched back.
My mind,
therefore there is no
organic thought
vomitting through me although
arguably,
I very well might be thinking in
my purest form,
and so I settle in that comfort,
leaving behind a trail of buttons
so that everyone around me
that doesn't care about anything knows that
I can be just like them.
people
Mar 2014 · 276
extremeties
Marie-Niege Mar 2014
I don't know which I'm most annoyed by:

Those who are afraid of titles
or
Those who are in love with titles.
You get what I'm getting at
Mar 2014 · 297
I'll keep paying attention
Marie-Niege Mar 2014
You laugh because
you know it isn't funny.

I watch because I know
you need me to keep on caring.
I'll keep on caring
Marie-Niege Mar 2014
I'd rather wear my heart
on my sleeves
then let it rest within the
swamps of my chest-
at least then
I know what my heart
is up to.
(they say a lot of things)
Mar 2014 · 215
his perfect face
Marie-Niege Mar 2014
I imagine him so                perfectly          without       -       me that when he's       w i t h me       -      I don't even recognize him.
It is unjust
Mar 2014 · 575
Barbie Doll Heads
Marie-Niege Mar 2014
last night,
i had a comforting dream
of a young she
standing so close to her mirror
that she became lost within it,
her eyes heavy to the
unfamiliar world that she
was transitioning into-
her body began to grow
thin like plastic as
she stood on her thickening legs,
marble set below her feet
and she raised her hands
to either sides of her head and
twisted her neck
until it popped off her body
before placing it onto her sink,
she then reached into medicine cabinet
that leaned off the wall, towards her,
grabbed a different head
and ******* it in place
before walk out of her
bathroom door
stepping into the already
ready world.
yeah
Mar 2014 · 199
old photos
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the longer
I stare
at you;
the more
things
I find to
hate
about
you.
Mar 2014 · 260
Call Me His Black Sky
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I like to wear glitter                above and below my eyes          so that when he looks at me,     he sees nothing more than the promise of stars                 against the wishes                    of my dark skin.                        I'd like to be the                    black sky that he                      wishes               upon.
I'd like to the reason he sees any speckle of light. A selfish truth.
Mar 2014 · 770
blurbs
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I watched him read
my little blurbs
no doubt seeing
whispers of his fingers
tracing its lines.

'it's not the
best thing
I've ever
written,'
I said.
He wasn't the best thing for me
Mar 2014 · 1.5k
lets be lonely together
Marie-Niege Mar 2014
your hands
rush down
my legs.

'let's be
lonely
together,'
I said.

and you
kissed my
neck.

'let's be
lonely
together.'
I said.

and you
kissed
my neck.
Mar 2014 · 355
what you do
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i hate not
understanding everything
about
what you
do.

i feel the need to understand why
you let your right foot tick
while you keep your left foot
so perfectly
still.

why you watch me
hug my knees instead of
letting the ropes of your arms
hug around my chest.

why you kiss my lips
when my forehead
gleams.

why you hold my thighs
when my hands
are so far apart
and lonely
when my thighs are almost
always
together.

i hate not understanding
everything about what
you
do.
i don't like mysteries
i can't be the only one.
Mar 2014 · 216
not my eyes
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I'd like to inhale the world
through the lungs of my soul,
not my eyes
they deceive me much too often
Mar 2014 · 204
say fuck as loud as you can
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i never understood why
he whispered ****
but screamed
every other word.
say ****
as loud as you can
i used to say,
my hands holding
the sides of his face-
i just wanted him to be real with me
say **** as loud as you can
and then whisper every other word
until your breath runs
real thin against the palms of my hands-
I just need you
to be real with me.
Marie-Niege Mar 2014
I never knew whether to be flattered
by your care. Or suspicious.
I suppose now, as I stand back,
my weight pressured solely on my heel,
head turned up to the clouds, chin
puncturing out it's tears-
I know now-
that flattery lead you
everywhere your feet
wants to land.
it's a funny thing
Mar 2014 · 1.2k
Is it personal
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I often wonder just how personal
all that we were actually was.
I really don't like question marks. I suppose it's because I live in the curve of one
Mar 2014 · 579
'fro
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you're wrong
about the girl
with two lips and
curly hair that trips
over spirals in the shape of a 'fro
and the ring in her nose that shouts,
'my friend
he gave to pain'
she's gonna be
ok.
Mar 2014 · 244
hm
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hm
I don't know very much how to handle anyone else's tears-
I suppose that's because I don't know
very much how to handle
my own.
Mar 2014 · 255
your flower
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i'd like to be a flower
               growing real tall off your wall-

                                     these nonsensical things,
                                          i keep thinking-
                                              dreaming-­
                                                 being-
                       I don't need to hear any-much-more
                                     about your happy life,
                                       just go on and be it


I'd like to grow-a not-yet-blossomed flower,
real tall off your wall and then falling
i keep thinking-
           these nonsensical things
falling real soft onto the chest of your bed.
Mar 2014 · 312
every line
Marie-Niege Mar 2014
I study everything before closing my eyes.
  Memorizing every line,
every curve.

I'm always afraid that
my eyes
won't realize what
has moved
everything must remain
Mar 2014 · 303
Some boys
Marie-Niege Mar 2014
Some boys you look at-
you begin to see
fatherhood etching it's age
against their shoulder blades-
creating lines between their brows
some boys you look at
will die young
of mere stupidity.
shrug
Mar 2014 · 228
not even asking
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everything in me is ******* dying and all you're
doing is saying saying saying,
"are you okay."
do you even care
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