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tap Oct 2015
My hand searches for yours
under the table
in this semi-crowded place.
Our friends chat amongst themselves,
their words like white noise,
but they glance at me and you,
expecting you to make a move.
No one sees what we are doing,
but they know.

They know.

They grin and give you a thumbs-up.
I sigh,
half out of raging embarrassment,
half out of content.

My hand has found yours,
but now my lips want to do the same.
all of these emotions and feelings are making it hard for me to write so i had to write this as an outlet because love has overpowered my writing gland
tap Aug 2015
So lovely are the constellations
when I see them in your eyes,
shapes of stories and legends
and dreams of light.

My heartbeat accelerates
at the speed of sound.

Perhaps aliens who are
zettameters,
lightyears away
can still hear this muscle
singing your name
like a magic chant.

Heaven lost a star,
and you are right here,
just barely out of my reach.

*Even in this clouded city,
I can still look at you
and see the entire galaxy
in the span of a nanosecond.
8:47 pm. he barely tells me "i love you."
8:53 pm. i tell it back to him, the sentence foreign in my mouth.
9:02 pm. he says "goodnight" and i'm left awake, redder and warmer than the coronas and solar flares of the sun.
look at what you've done to me.
tap Aug 2015
Don't call me a fool
just because I don't fit your bill.
I am made of mistakes
and ugly laughter.
I am a before,
a right now,
and a happy little after.

I am gritted teeth
and burnt roast beef
and tired eyes
and skinny lies
and bloated bellies
and tiny tellies.

I am shattered hearts
and missing parts
and miniskirts
and false new starts.

I am that one channel
your parents don't let you watch,
or a giant, messy void
called a black ink splotch.
I am peer pressure,
irresponsibility,
and midnight crises
pushed into a fleshbag
to walk around the world.

Don't control my life
just because you can't control
your own.
I have my own place in this world-
-a place called the throne.
some messy vent writing from before.
tap Aug 2015
The silence greets me
after a deep slumber
filled with hallucinations.
It envelopes me in its
chilly, thin arms.
I am deafened,
defeated.

The silence is a companion,
a ghost in this city.
It's never really gone,
but only hidden
in a mess of noise and decibels.

The silence screams the loudest
when I'm alone with my thoughts.
It taunts me,
telling me I have no friends.
It doesn't realize that
it has become my friend.

The silence is awake.
It never rested.
It just clothed itself
in cries and screams.
I no longer wear earplugs.
I still hear it
when it takes its robes off.
it has become a rather rude houseguest, but the house would feel empty without it.
[fairly old poem, found collecting dust in th corner.]
tap Aug 2015
If I grab you in the hallway
and press my mouth against yours,
would you try to push me away?
Seeing as how we never really
made eye contact,
the chances are tremendously high.

I just hate how your stupid eyes
make my face feel warm,
or how your dumb, gruff, textured voice
makes me turn my head around.
I nearly failed my Math exam
because I formulated a possible future
where you and I stay up all night,
talking about how the universe
somehow brought two losers together.

You made me feel like a ****** schoolgirl,
and it makes me want to throw up.
But I'm afraid that I'll upchuck
nothing but butterflies.
it's like one of those situations where you have talked before, but not really.
tap Aug 2015
Unwrap me.
Strip me of this vessel.
Shake this bottle,
this container,
until the insides bubble up.
Challenge my everything.
Yell.
Scream.
Cry out your battlecry.
I will do the same,
matching your tone,
copying your voice.
I will do the same
until I can no longer speak.
I will best you
in this contest of screams
until I feel the redness in my cheeks.
I will shake the mountains
with my voice alone.
Every word I say
sets a landmine off,
so let the explosions come.
I have so much more to say.
i found this in my phone. it was unfinished, so i added some more. life has been hard, but it's also been good.
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