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I wish I could be cool about things
But I can't.

When I feel something
I feel it 100%

There's nothing mysterious about me
Unfortunately

I'm a book wide open
No translation necessary.
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-S.A.-
So, due to a deep depression, I literally haven't written a single poem in over FOUR years. Last night I got a bit drunk and wrote a Facebook status that sounded pretty poetic, so I finished it and turned it into this. I couldn't be more thrilled to be writing again. I just hope I don't have to get drunk every time I want to write! Lol
 Jul 2013 Noel Irion
Zoe
The Meeting
 Jul 2013 Noel Irion
Zoe
I passed a woman
walking her dog,
and I smiled at her,
and she didn't smile back.
And as I walked on, I realized
I never really smiled.
Just parted my dry lips
in an O.

I looked to my feet
and saw an earthworm,
lying in the middle
of the sidewalk.
Dead and dried
from the sun.
And I thought to myself,
He is so exposed.

And I heard a dry laugh,
and it was my own.
 Jul 2013 Noel Irion
J
Your body is always warm
Your hands are always rough
The words that left your mouth melted into one long, faint whisper
Unmatched to the power of your dull blue eyes

LOOK AT ME WHEN YOU SPEAK
I hate when you don't look at me
I want to feel your thoughts,
Not hear them...
S h o w  m e  y o u  m e a n  i t

After that moment, your eyes were permanently glued to mine
Nobody has ever looked at me like that
Constant peering at the remnants of my soul,
and my heart,
and whatever else is inside there that
H u r t s  s o  b a d

STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT
I don't want you to see me like this...
Sad, angry, sad again
I'm doing you a favor, I swear
Just stop looking at me like that

I want to give you every piece of me that is left
But the fear of you not liking what you get
Rattles my bones so loud when I'm with you
And even louder when you're gone

It hurts, baby
I t  j u s t  ******* i n g  h u r t s

Is this what love feels like?
 Jul 2013 Noel Irion
Alice Baker
Are you really wasting time,
If you wander?

Are you really making memories,
Behind a desk?

Are you really doing nothing,
When you're laughing and thinking?

Are you really living,
When you work the 9 to 5?
 May 2013 Noel Irion
Alice Baker
Fair skin, dark eyes
Straight hair, crooked smile
Honest  face, wicked lies.
And whenever I get sad about our relationship ending

I just think about your bathroom and how disgusting it was.

And I feel a little better knowing

That someday I'll meet a guy

Who actually knows how to clean a toilet.
 Nov 2011 Noel Irion
J
Mother
 Nov 2011 Noel Irion
J
Meandering through the billowing trees
A cold, almost winter sky coats the forest in a haze
Fallen branches and withered grass
Crunching beneath my feet with every small step

Your ghost fills me like a flood
Every breath, crystalizing my lungs

I can feel you
I can hear your sullen whispers blowing past the trees with the wind
I can smell the distinct scent of your skin as if you were cradling me in your arms

You are the trees, and the ground
You are the blurred light peeking through the fog
You are love, and you are life
You are here
But nowhere else

I’ll close my eyes
Let me remember the planes of your face
The slight curve at the end of your smile
Let me hear your soft voice
The sound of your sleeping exhale

Time has carelessly erased the memory of you
Leaving only fragments
Mere glimpses into the past
Nothing more
I’ll collect the pieces
Like shards of shattered glass
And keep them close to my heart
Strolling through the wilderness
Only thinking of you
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