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Jan 2014 · 1.8k
Ache On The Lovelorn Pages
Mikitara Jan 2014
the pages of my notebook are probably more lovelorn than i'll ever be
idk
i never longed to be a tree burying my roots deep into Her soil, moaning
okay maybe i did because sometimes i only exist in crumpled up shreds of graphing paper between my awkward handwriting and
things i wish i'd have told you,
residing at the bottom of the ******* bin
(we're all writing about somebody)
fundamentally, i only exist between the blue lines and the margins
i want to be a tree again
Mother Earth is a **** (i mean, dang bruh, she's beautiful)
want my roots reaching as far into her as they'll go / want her attached to me in every way possible / want her in every way possible
i want to stay here forever
if i fall alone in the forest **** right i'll make a sound:
symphony of the lovelorn branches in C-minor except it's not really a symphony i'm just giving an impromptu solo to my ******* bin,
i have played the viola since 6th grade and
heartstrings since 7th
Jan 2014 · 1.4k
Lovers Grow Old
Mikitara Jan 2014
hip bones under hips, hips to lips, lisping lips, sheer lace slips, butterfly clips,
heated hips to heated hips

bruised hips under bleeding lips, the pink slip, slow dance dips, managing on meager tips, frisky nips,
tired hip to tired hip

sad lips under comatose lips, archaic fingertips, tightening grips, worn baking mits, lips to head/soul to stars
cadaveric hips to a bleeding heart
Mikitara Jan 2014
in my dream last night, i fancied the way your lips parted softly in your sleep
your mouth was Elysian and your eyes were dancing beneath their lids
i hope you were dreaming of things that make you happy (i am no longer ignorant enough to hope that i am what makes you happy)
i fancied the way that your nose was red from the cold you just got over
your face was so peaceful and honest in that space of me watching you dream in my dream
they say the truth can be ugly
and that the truth can set you free
but looking at you, wrapped in slumber, unable to deceive
i think truth is the loveliest thing in the world
and
i will never be free of you, even when i wake
Dec 2013 · 688
Why Veins Are Blue
Mikitara Dec 2013
all of these corridors lead to my heart
the way that all the old roads lead to Rome.
all of these corridors are verdant
with graffiti of things i imagine you might have said to me
if this were a different timeline where our fatestrings intertwined
for longer than that one school year.
i think, these walls won't ever be red again
and i know they won't be
because these are the dreams i entice towards Rome
and to preserve my dreams I keep them airtight
but they cannot breathe
Dec 2013 · 816
Journal, Page 3
Mikitara Dec 2013
i feel like a queen in a king sized bed. the edge of my quilt is the edge of my terrain, and i
i believe the world is just too big for me

on another note, the sadness is back. it feels like this:
-December
-overwatered flowers
-flash freeze
-snowed-over sand
-abandoned parks
-carpet carpet carpet burn
-corset laced tighter than my own ribs
-nine years old bedazzling my eyelids even though it hurts
-becoming a frost flower and
-New Orleans 2005, because that's what waking up from nightmares is like:

clammy palms
empty lungs
hurricane blown but you still wake up utterly alone in a king sized bed that you don't really fill up
??? from my journal
Mikitara Oct 2013
pour rice down my throat to staunch the flow of blood
on each grain is a something,
an art,
art through the ages,
my body is an art
I am blur and gray, day and dawn
broken choruses string all the worlds in my eyes together
and force them to sing a something
about eyes like stars
the thing is that I'm not looking up
(I'm never looking up
I'm terrified by the shades that linger in the more upper rings of Hell)
I'm looking down and around and I'm surrounded by stars
this is the bottom of the lagoon
I am an everdrown
Ophelia, wake up!
(she's gone she's gone she's gone)
godspeed starlight swimmer
written by bloodshot eyes or maybe a pencil with fractured lead in between the lines of one of the Bard's books.
Oct 2013 · 637
Fedity
Mikitara Oct 2013
do you cut your diamonds on those sharp, pretty little horns of yours? i bet you do.
do you wash your upper-echelonic car with the tears of your victims? i bet you do, i know you do.
you burn out the water-logged hearts of sailors stricken by your siren song
with a body hot enough to turn sand to glass
but a heart cold enough to **** the sun dead fast
you act like queen of hell
(but you taste/look/smell
like heaven)
Mikitara Oct 2013
again again again
remember
that we were friends
and we aren't friends
plastic teardrops
plastic silence
plastic lies
glass pride
glass voices
glass trust
that we broke
and we break
all over
again again again
© 2012
Mikitara Oct 2013
how many times over have i realized that you think Halloween is more exciting than my birthday?
(both are on workdays, don't act like you're too busy because have you even had a job in the past few months?)
how many times over have i realized that we honestly aren't as close as we used to be, anymore?
(yeah you'll pin me to the door and hug me but what does that mean? hugs weren't ever a solid representation of anything we felt.)
(not that we ever felt anything)
Mikitara Oct 2013
i came here to write, not play iSpy with turtles in the duck-crap encrusted, man-made lake of the park i grew up going to
i came here to tell a story. the story about the way your eyes were in between green and brown and how i always told you they were very ugly because hatred and love-written-in-Times New Roman-and-printed-then-ripped-to-shreds were your only two emotions (but we were in seventh grade then and i actually didn't say any of that because i actually thought you were perfection manifested into the form of a bowl-cut haired Iranian boy)
i came here to paint the walls of your room sanguine instead of Southern sky blue (it's blood, not paint (that's why i'm laughing)) and tattoo words i don't know the definition to all over your inner thighs (i'll use my mouth if you want, even though i already told you i wasn't here to fool around)
actually, i came here to tell you that i love you
Aug 2013 · 2.4k
Conversations on Energies
Mikitara Aug 2013
a boy once told me he could feel my energies
and i asked him how that worked
and he said it was impossible to explain

since then I've been thinking of things that are impossible or impossible to explain

like the way teenage girls obsess over trying to get boys to fall in love with them or even just short bursts of favoritism from them rather than trying to find their way around the forest of little Yggdrasils that make up their own dispairing minds

or the way that stars and angels fall from their perches in the heavens (on accident (or on purpose)) and not many are able to see them for what they are (it's nigh inhuman to see someone for what they are) and how those same people who can peer into their heart of hearts seem to still fall in love with them (those dying stars, fallen angels, risen demons, broken supernaturalities) and their obvious failure at being what they were born to be (yes, there is such thing as failing at being what you are, many fail at being human (truly or at least believe they have) everyday, and as one of the the lowest on the echelon the only place we have left to turn to is death)

a boy once told me he could feel my energies
and i wont ask him how that could be true anymore
because i know it's impossible to explain but not impossible to do

because now i think of things that are thought of as impossible by all (by the majority of the sentient beings in this realm)

and i realize that there are many girls who have already conquered their mind forests but have determined that they are not brave enough to venture any further into the darker places so they turn to building gates of lust and ultimately building a castle of love to take refuge in and also that there is only this brief period of time between childhood and adulthood that the darkness pulls many in and forces them to explore and many are lucky to escape and only some fall fate to their more eldritch thoughts and decide to explore and few truly embrace it

and i realize that some people fall into broken, brittle love with a fallen angel or any exiled supernatural despite the fact that they have failed in everything that they were born to do and forced to live in this new reality, this ugly humanity. these people who are burdened with realizing that their new love will be unrequited and that their new love is not as new as they want to believe. it's as old as spacetime itself- lowly creatures falling for higher creatures that are just as low.

just like the boy who once told me that he could feel my energies
(and his fallen angel and his giving up of his soulheart to be hers if only for the while that it takes her to regrow her wings (i realized he wasn't focused on building castles of anything, but maybe a tower for her to lift off from, even if it meant she left him, she would be free (and he would follow her to freedom, i believe)))
just like how I'm trapped in the dead middle of my own mind trying to figure out whether i want to escape inward into the beautiful crumbling dark that awaits me or back out into the world where nobody will care that i returned from my own internality (because so did many of them (none of us are as special as we want to believe we are))

impossibility is impossible.
for Quis; idk; tentative title
Aug 2013 · 1.3k
How to Write About
Mikitara Aug 2013
to be honest i never knew how to write about a boy i'd never met
and i also didn't know how to write about meetings
and i didn't know how to write about boys
but i remember seventeen years ago today, in a past i wasn't a part of and that i could never imagine, a boy I'd never met was born

but he grew up and up and up and his sandpaper heart was replaced by pints of lukewarm whiskey in the red cup left on the steps that morning and his threaded thoughts pieced together not-so-carefully were replaced by cigarette smoke lingering around his mind and out of his nose like smoke creeping through a burning building with no hope of escape for the one that broke in just to leave the gasoline by the furnace and his twisted insides were replaced by infinite spacetime and universes, bending and breaking and breathing stardust and misplaced trust and alcoholic aftertaste and burning paper

to be honest i never knew how to write about a boy who was replaced by cigarettes and whiskey and outer space and music and reasoning and tshirts and sarcasm and modernity  
but i did know how to write about someone who mattered
and i did know how to write about being entirely made of little something elses and being replaced
and he knew how to be the muse
happy birthday present to Jürgen eeeeh
Aug 2013 · 764
(Co)exist
Mikitara Aug 2013
on bullying (when it leads to extremes):
the choice between
suicide or homicide
(the choice to simply choose neither)

suicide.
hurting yourself at request of others
do you deserve that?
(no.)

homicide.
hurting others at your own expense
do their families deserve that?
(no.)

you are important to someone
(they are important to someone)
do not give up
(do not give in)
coexist quietly, and in peace, please
Mikitara Jul 2013
rev up a **** whacker

a power you are not used to vibrates up your body and through your arms and rattles your teeth
a sort of dentiphone that forces you to listen to the sound of gasoline fueled madness
a power you are about to abuse on the aphonic wings of a butterfly
a sort of way to seminate bits of shredded beauty

a butterfly is caught up in plastic death

a regret you are not used to vibrates up your body and through your heart and rattles your morals
a sort of accident that was waiting to happen that forces you to listen to the sound of fate
a regret you are about to suffer from until the day when your memory gives out
a sort of way to remember you are the murderer of a soul that most do not consider a soul

you didn't like butterflies anyway.
(i aM STILL ON WRiters block i'm sorry)
Jul 2013 · 519
Ten Thousand Leagues
Mikitara Jul 2013
i'm headed
ten thousand leagues
under the sea
you were the last one
to hear my voice
before I tied a rock around my ankle
and went looking for answers
that I believed
would be written on rocks
at ten thousand leagues
under the sea
???
Jul 2013 · 679
Autobiography
Mikitara Jul 2013
pale paper wings penciled betwix brown shoulder blades
she was an angel in her notebook
but a failure in her mind
Jul 2013 · 2.6k
Ten Years Ago, Today
Mikitara Jul 2013
a twenty-six year old woman sits alone outside a coffee shop, waiting
she plays Snake on an old Nokia that was discontinued long ago
her red dread locks are tucked neatly under a worn beanie
that she stole from the boy that she gave her virginity away to
in a skate park when she was nineteen

a twenty-six year old woman sits alone at her desk, writing
she has a one night stand whose name she doesn't remember sleeping in her bed
her mascara is running and her lips are dyed black from henna
that she stole from the girl who offered her shelter when she ran away to live
in her car and dingy motel rooms after college

a twenty-six year old woman sits outside a Stop and Shop, drinking Shasta
she recently tried to publish her book of poems , but it was rejected so:
her shorts barely covered her backside and she wore the bralette
that she stole from her brother's girlfriend while she was visiting
in the false hopes that he would register how badly she needed him (or anyone)

a twenty-six year old woman sits in a little blue rowboat, drilling holes into the bottom
she skims Red Kayak before she leaves home and ties rocks around her ankles
her thoughts are set on mentally regressing the pain of her teenage years
that she wishes she could steal back to at least put some emotion back
into her heart

it'd been better than feeling nothing at all
much later, her ghost watches on quietly:
"Ten years ago, it was today
I never imagined
giving up this way."
Mikitara Jul 2013
Fourth of July**
I.
****** canned southern sweet tea,
II.
orange street lights
half shrouded by Spanish moss,
III.
a stranger in a red '67 Mustang,
IV.
and holy oil annointings on our right hands
on this humid night
(was supposed to post this on the 4th but forgot, but here it is now.)
Jun 2013 · 3.8k
Elephant Dreams
Mikitara Jun 2013
elephant dreams
and mistletoe kisses
in the middle of July
in the middle of a desert

take my hand
and let's pretend

that elephants dream
of flying
and we can feel as hot in December
as we did in July
and that our love can turn this desert
into an ocean
elephants dream
of flying
Jun 2013 · 640
Drive
Mikitara Jun 2013
you just got your licence
so let's drive somewhere
at midnight
I'll watch you concentrate
on my purple lipstick
instead of
the road

you just got your licence
so let's die somewhere
at midnight
I watched you concentrate  
on kissing my purple lips
neither of us
watched the road
♫: Born To Die // Lana Del Rey
Jun 2013 · 621
Walls
Mikitara Jun 2013
I ran my fingers around
the chips in the paint
and the scratches
and occasional holes
in the old walls

and I started to cry

I asked them,
who did this to you?
and they answered,
life did this to us.
*but we are still standing.
life hit them relentlessly, but they're still standing
Jun 2013 · 349
Look at Me
Mikitara Jun 2013
I have written
so many poems
about the way
you (don't) look at me (anymore)

I have burned
so many poems
about the way
(I wish) you (would) look at me
Jun 2013 · 654
Phosphorescent
Mikitara Jun 2013
I've noticed that
you glow when you're in love
so she must be something special
because you're positively
phosphorescent
Jun 2013 · 458
Beached
Mikitara Jun 2013
she sat on the sand
and the salt on the wind
dried out her eyes

she didn't want to see the world fall apart anymore
Mikitara Jun 2013
party rocking anthem in a partyless house:

they told us, indie is for the stoners
but all I'm smoking is words and
starry nights
(poem from my old notebook)
Jun 2013 · 533
Abnegation
Mikitara Jun 2013
prisoner to curiosity and inhibition
this is not an abnegation will
Jun 2013 · 464
Untitled 6
Mikitara Jun 2013
hands brushing idly
over a broken pencil

what forces a life force?
Jun 2013 · 1.1k
Virgin Bride
Mikitara Jun 2013
quiet, beautiful, simple
as a ****** bride should be

she does not love her groom,
and the man she does love,

does not like virgins
and does not like brides
Jun 2013 · 1.1k
Rock Bottom
Mikitara Jun 2013
you say you’re at rock bottom
that there’s nothing lower than you
but you're wrong

there are rocks lower yet
and there’s always a chance to
float back to the surface
Jun 2013 · 466
Summer
Mikitara Jun 2013
popsicle season:
hot sun
old brown trucks
red ants
and feeling like you’re worth something
Jun 2013 · 562
Motel Life
Mikitara Jun 2013
when water drops
from the showerhead
feel like bullets
and the threadbare bed's
springs are rusty
and there’s silent night
after silent night
do not give up.
Jun 2013 · 345
Alonely
Mikitara Jun 2013
here’s to the kids
that are lonely
but not alone
Jun 2013 · 352
Between Black/Gray/White
Mikitara Jun 2013
in this state
between black and gray
and white-washed day
there is no happy or sad
there is only me
Jun 2013 · 377
Untitled 5
Mikitara Jun 2013
I can’t say
You are nothing to me
Because back then
You meant the world to me

I can’t say
You are my world
Because now
I love my world
Jun 2013 · 378
Fire Towns
Mikitara Jun 2013
Quiet paper house on a quiet paper hill.
Set it all aflame and watch it fly.
Little fire footsteps flitting through the streets.
Little candle children watch them die.
Jun 2013 · 1.2k
Stars & Bars & Scars
Mikitara Jun 2013
11 am on a hot, sultry day
on this side of the Mississippi
means lemonade in the shade of the front porch

noon on a hot, sultry day
on this side of the Mississippi
means sweet tea and a simple lunch

1950
11 am on a hot, sultry day
on this side of the Mississippi
means blatant racism
and lemonade in the shade of the front porch

2013
noon on a hot, sultry day
on this side of the Mississippi
means secret racism
and sweet tea and a simple lunch
nothing really changed
Jun 2013 · 5.2k
Platonic
Mikitara Jun 2013
I cried when you kissed me
Because it was a platonic kiss

I broke when you pressed me into the mattress
Because it was a platonic oppression

I died when I woke up beside you
Because it was a platonic love
Jun 2013 · 332
Untitled 4
Mikitara Jun 2013
you downed the pills
to ease the pain

your hope died
before your fame

I'm the last
to wheeze your name
Jun 2013 · 723
Barely Forever
Mikitara Jun 2013
A boy I barely knew
Bit my lip
and ran his tongue against mine
It tasted like metal
and Pepsodent
and sour formula

Because he had a tongue ring
and that was his favorite toothpaste
and his baby son was born 3 months ago
and I knew this because
I'd barely known him
forever
Jun 2013 · 371
Untitled 3
Mikitara Jun 2013
the love bites I left
on your pale neck
didn't turn to bruise
as they should've
instead sharp crystal stars
split their way out
of your skin
and you said it hurt
when I tried to pull them out
and it hurt me too
to see you in pain
from something I caused
Jun 2013 · 457
Albert
Mikitara Jun 2013
he stood at the lip of the chasm
and took his own life
because the guilt was killing him anyway
he wasn't afraid
but he wasn't courageous
Jun 2013 · 668
Empty Bathtub
Mikitara Jun 2013
you sit in the empty bathtub
you're naked,
your hair is wet,
and your stomach is roiling
because your demons are
killing you
from the inside out
and you remember:
you're alone
you need more hair dye
and you can't drown
in an empty tub
Jun 2013 · 671
Because I Love You
Mikitara Jun 2013
you wonder
why I want to blame myself
and not you
why I hurt worse than you do
when people call you names
why I get angry when
you brush off your own feelings

it's because I love you is why
Jun 2013 · 334
Untitled 2
Mikitara Jun 2013
I didn't want to be
defined
as a cheater
but the fact was that
I loved you more

you were my sweetest downfall
♫: Samson // Regina Spektor
Jun 2013 · 409
Untitled 1
Mikitara Jun 2013
the way you care
in an unrealistic thing

your love is a thick, sticky brown molasses
that I can't
swallow
or
escape

— The End —