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 Oct 2013 Niveda Nahta
kendall
My favorite color is orange
like the sunsets
I want to watch with you at
5:43 p.m.
when the sun goes to rest
and our hearts warm together
even though it's fall
and the subsoil is nothing but permafrost

Your favorite color is green
like the grass we lay in
holding eachother as close as our bodies let us
listening to the music
that came from the earth

and everythings perfect
because i'm where i should be
and that's with you;
you're the one for me
and i would never trade you for the world
i love you, okay
like infinity times infinity
 Oct 2013 Niveda Nahta
kendall
It’s is Friday
And it’s cold
And I’m tired,
But I am very happy

Yesterday I was dying
Miserable
Perturbed
Full of anxious sickness,
I wanted nothing more but to sleep
The entire day away,
Not stirring
No movement
Just laying dead in my bed
Dreaming of something other than reality

But when I woke up today
I was smiling
Glowing
Filled with happiness that I didn't know I had
It felt like me
The real me

I got to see you this morning
And I glowed
Pure joy and excitement coming off of me in waves
I don't know what it is
But you make me better,
You treat me like a best friend
And a princess
I love it and I love you
 Oct 2013 Niveda Nahta
kendall
kiss me
and i smile

because your lips are soft
and they take the oxygen from my lungs
and they whisper my name
and tell me they love me
and i love them so much

**** me
and i smile

because i wont feel ****** anymore
or breathe the polluted air that seems to fill me
or think until im dead
in bed with fresh scars under my clothes
 Oct 2013 Niveda Nahta
kendall
YOUR NAME IS EDWARD
LIKE THE KINGS
AND IT'S FUNNY

BECAUSE YOU ARE THE KING OF MY HEART
AND YOU WILL ALWAYS REIGN THERE
SITTING UPON
THE HEART SHAPED THRONE
WHERE YOU BELONG
AND WILL ALWAYS STAY
RIGHT THERE IN MY RIB CAGE

BUT THAT KINGDOM USED TO BE
COVERED IN FLOWERS
BECAUSE IT WAS BAREN
AND ALONE
AND SILENT
AND DEAD
THEN YOU CUT DOWN THE FLOWERS
AND GAVE THEM TO ME
WITH THE PROMISE TO KEEP ME SAFE
AND HERE I AM
ALIVE AND IN LOVE IN YOUR ARMS
AND YOU DO KEEP ME SAFE
FROM THE DEMONS WITHIN ME

I LOVE you
 Oct 2013 Niveda Nahta
kendall
LOVE
 Oct 2013 Niveda Nahta
kendall
i. Placing his hand on mine, I sigh in content. The feelings of adoration kept at the brim of my eyes, making my cheeks flush. Your lips part in a smile with your feelings coming through in a glow. You’re the boy I want to spend my days with and I hope you stick around long enough to figure out how I like my coffee.

ii. She grasps my face with tears down her face. I try to smile through my own salty waves of emotion. I’m the one who made her cry, not in pain but in joy. As I brought her a giant bouquet of her favorite flowers. Showering her in gifts and poems of my love for her. She’s the girl I love and I’m the girl she loves. The fever of passion fusing our lips together.

iii. He’s beaten and bruised, dark patches of colors covering his pale skin. It’s forbidden to love another man. But the feelings we share are intimate, attached, and fond. An aged man with sunken in eyes and alcohol on his breath won’t stop my heart from beating for this boy. So I bite my thumb to him and take my love where it is safe.

iv. I tucked myself away and pulled on my best dress. Caking on the powder and lipstick, feeling more beautiful than I have ever felt in the drab clothes of a male. I never felt like myself, but now I do in glamorous drag.  With boys and girls fanning over my every whim, because I am beautiful and nothing and no one will tell me otherwise.
Just wanted to do an LGBT thingy okay bye
 Oct 2013 Niveda Nahta
L Meyer
I went to the bar, alone, for the sole purpose of getting drunk.
I asked for cranberry with *****, she poured me ***** with cranberry,
but you sound better in my mouth when my speech is slurred,
and you’re a better dance partner when you’re not around.

I asked for cranberry with *****, she poured me ***** with cranberry.
A memory showed up wearing your green jacket.
You’re a better dance partner when you’re not around,
and the jukebox plays pop music that’s far too loud.

A memory showed up wearing your green jacket.
Base is pulse, and the room beats with my heart.
The jukebox plays pop music that’s far too loud,
but I wanted one more hazy dance with you.

Base is pulse, and the room beats with my heart.
You sound better in my mouth when my speech is slurred.
I wanted one more hazy dance with you.
I went to the bar, alone, for the sole purpose of getting drunk.
 Oct 2013 Niveda Nahta
L Meyer
There once was a proper noun,
who started hanging with the wrong crowd.
With alluring adjectives who handed out compliments like candy
− gob smacking gossipers with an opinion on everything.
And with thrill-seeking adverbs,
who buddied up to the most dangerous of companions;
crash, dive, hurl, and gamble (to name a few).

Until the day the sentence came rambling into town,
planting punctuation in the form of kisses
on the noun’s eyelids, earlobes, and collarbone.

Provoking such admissions as, “My thighs stuck
to the black leather seats under the hot, cloudy skies
of that August afternoon, and my hair whipped
like willow branches in the wind,
when I rode on the back of his motorcycle.”
or, “He greets me every morning with a sun-drenched kiss”,
and, “The tulips were picked fresh from the ditch of
a curvy, country road, but now sit in a
vase by my bed, and are slowly wilting away.”

It would eventually be made clear
that the sentence had a nasty habit
of propositioning prepositions,
only to leave them hanging,
and to place things in parenthesis,
that simply did not belong.  

And so, the sentence would wind up leaving town,
or “run-on”, as the noun liked to tell it.
Went chasing after some particularly provocative expletives,
eventually trailing off with a faint set of ellipsis...

And the kindest of adjectives
came cooing after the noun,
calling to her; lovely, lustrous, listless.
And the adverbs brought with them
their gentlest of friends; comfort and console,
to speak with the noun:
softly, tenderly, lovingly- all witnesses.

But it was of no use,
and the noun whispered quietly:
“I have been enchanted with a single kiss
which can never be undone,
until the destruction of language.”


*based off of the poem Permanently, by Kenneth Koch
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