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Olivia Greene Feb 2015
the cold breeze that hits me above my left ear
the blank stare i so easily fall into
the transparent look on your face, of unnamed fear
the hand of mine you still hold
imagining how it's supposed to be
yes, it seems we both have needs
and yet, we live by different creeds
i feel that may be our downfall, love
understand now,
it's not what it should to be
Olivia Greene Feb 2015
I looked for you in every concivablele place.
I looked in the garden

Is he there?

I looked in the cracks in the bricks abandoned in the front lawn
When i ran out of earthly places to search i dove into my dream world, hoping to catch a glimpse of that person

Is he there?

I awoke to the sound of smashing glass.

Is he there?
Someone was dismembering the bricks,
tossing the combined shards of glass and brick into my roses,
my roses.

I looked  up and saw the sun laughing.

He was never coming back.
Olivia Greene Jan 2015
I like getting high and acting over adventuresome with my friends.
I like walking to class the morning after, ready to learn something ******* mind blowing.
I like dressing in black see-through clothing and then dressing well for that all-too-important first date.
I like getting drunk and making out with someone I  may or may not care about but then walking home with the ones I truly love when it's all said and done.
Being alone, reading and writing, or pulsing to a drumbeat from our favorite bands... All of it. That is what I like.
Because I'm 18, I don't owe you ****, but I owe **** to myself. And I won't let that change.
Olivia Greene Jan 2015
if i became an expanse of sea

would you find my coast a cool place to dip your sorrows, as you     would your toes in insufferable heat

would you thirstily jump to my refreshing depth, looking to soothe and   attend some unbeknownst desire

would you wade to the shallow depth
and fill your cup with my summery libation

would you cast nearby tropical flowers in my tide
watching them swirl with contempt and longing as my waves carry    them aimlessly but gleefully
  
would you flood me with boundless questions,
submerging your mind with my saturating sapience

would you compose timeless billets-doux,
forming the cursive lines from the foam atop my waves

or would you extinguish your cigarette in my lurking , subfuscous waves,
as you shrunk rapidly from my sandy shoreside

would you toss fragments in my whitecaps, getting rid of the things you no longer cared for

or would the swirl of my water dizzy your mind, murkily shrouding your ability to think lucidly

if the wind leads you towards land
or where the deep color of the sky harmonize’s with my iridescence,
try to find slumber in the vespertide

allow the viridescent vapor to ease you in my
thalassic cavern

if you sought other sea’s to soak your searching soul in,
know my desire would not diminish,
but wade in its wishful want
Olivia Greene Jan 2015
our minds used to dance,
upon each other fingers, our thoughts entranced.

a gaze so transfixed rock stood no feat
with your steady watch my cheeks filled a warm heat

with your absence i am rendered gazeless
my fingers now seemingly useless
Olivia Greene Dec 2014
i am, as most are in this festive holiday spirit, in a mood of appreciation.
my wonderful, loving parents, who despite the intimidating statistics, have remained married and are gladly pursuing a road that doesn’t end in divorce.
the room i currently reside  in has remain nearly unchanged,
so beautifully uninterupted,
although its inhabitants have challenged time with a tape measure and a stopwatch.
it is the holidays.
i am 18 and content.
i am 18 and i am home.
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