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raðljóst Jan 2013
she lived as a wave crashes over the salty
shore. rolling so very quick across obstacles
scattered across the seabed of life. tumultuously
pushing her way to the promise of safety
on the warm, dry sand.

her hands and knees were calloused
with the marks of thousands
upon thousands of barnacles
but these hands retained a tenderness
only a long-time lover of the sea could posses
after years of salt watered skin.

sometimes when the waves would roll
she would get through the storm by dreaming
of when it would finally crest
and she would fall into sweet release
and temporary recession.

she was plagued with the promise,
or the ever-pressing hope that one night
the scars would vanish and she
would ride the tide without fear of crashing
hard against the rocks.

she didn't mind the weather but the troubling
memory of the storm and the wailing
winds of her past echoed in her ears. she wished
to be a stream that could wash
away when the rain stopped falling.

a seafarer must survive any storm
to be successful in their endeavours
and though she may lose herself in the sea of time
she will soon again wash up onto the safety
of the salty seashore.
raðljóst Jan 2013
you are sleeping only
a whisper away and if
i can't see your face but
i know that it is there
behind the curtain of
night then i am blind but
i am falling and falling
and finally flying into
love
all over and over and
over and over again
blind love is sometimes the perfect love


I had an impromptu sleepover at my boyfriend's. I'm not allowed sleepovers (I am a fairly mature 16-year-old but with parents who are still strict) but my mom couldn't pick me up last night so I stayed in his twin's room (she's awesome) and I had the most wonderful sleep. He was in the next room so I felt very safe and content and I did not dream (that I know of) and I think that is because I didn't need to make up any stories to convince my sleeping self of his love, since he was so close.
raðljóst Jan 2013
doorframe lovers
linger in the air
daylight uncovers
the sweetest stare

tenderness hardened
in early july
but never pardoned
the knife in my pie

the only way out from a bad dream
is to free-fall forever
forever
raðljóst Jan 2013
facebook was so desperate to have me stay
just one more worthless day
or a few more hours wasted away

they said, we'll miss you
is this really what you want to do?
but i had to stay true

"but think of all the people who care
about the things you buy and what you wear,"
the things you post here are always there

never deleted off the page
your secrets hidden in the cage
of internal places evoking rage

because i never intended to do that much
it became an addiction, my loyal crutch
always there for me at a finger's touch

but what the hell are we meant to do?
when facebook crashes and we can't use glue
to patch it together or make something new?

we'll have to spend some time together
remember how it felt to feel the weather
instead of looking at pictures in the nether

you are wasting your life, your time
spending hours stuck to feeds must be a crime
because it's a terrible addiction of mine

i finally left without remorse
and went outside and found the source
of how to finally change my course
I just deactivated my account ten minutes ago and I feel really good.
raðljóst Jan 2013
Get out there. Do something crazy.
Remember, there's no time to be lazy.
Let yourself fall and know you'll be caught.
It's no game of he loves me or he loves me not.
Change everything.
Don't worry if they hear you sing.
Time goes on, but it won't carry you along.
You have to move yourself; find where you belong.
raðljóst Jan 2013
she was crazy that way,
with her fingers forever crossed,
praying on first stars.
told me she'd make it big
while i thought i saw her chances blow away in the wind
like the eyelashes and dandelions
she wished on with her whole heart.

but dandelions reach further than my mind can,
they plant seeds in the autumn grass,
and every year they multiply.
the hopes of success increase so much more
than any pessimism could ever grow -
because she was crazy enough to know
and i was crazy enough not to believe.
raðljóst Jan 2013
ring
ring ring

     "hello?"

               pause

"i am calling to say
that you mother
has passed away,"

               pause

waiting in time

   where did it go?

stop time

go back

                 give her that hug when she dropped you off
              for your middle school dance

      hold her hand when she reached out to you
   in the car on the long drive home

      make your bed in the morning
             and wrap the bread
                              
                        sing happy birthday
           when she asked you to
                because she didn't have a mother of her own

          don't pick all the flowers
       in her garden
          but sit with her in the baby blue sea of forget-me-nots


    this phone call

          this one-time realization

                 this nightmare that won't let up

                      didn't need to be so regretful

ten years later on

i went to her little patch of forest

planted forget-me-nots

and prayed that she would

regret-me-not.
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