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raðljóst Apr 2013

wolves.

the wolves call like hungry cats calling on the stairwell back home,
and i tremble in the night with my blankets wrapped around my frozen legs.
tonight is a night for letting go of the past,
but i can never forget the sounds of her broken-heart,
and the images of the mind that she lost to the twilight-sky.
tonight is a night for remembering the golden words spoken,
but my memory is bronze and i can't hear the sound of her songs in my mind -
only wolves and a breaking heart that beat out the rhythm of her love for me,
ever-slowing sounds like petals of a rose wilting by the window.

go to sleep now, stop putting thoughts into words.

raðljóst Apr 2013

tuesdays.

I've got so used to being near you,
So accustomed to seeing your smile,
And so comfortable in your clothing,
That when you leave I feel
Naked,
Blind,
And forsaken
In the absence of you.

please don't leave, i never leave you
please leave, i want you to enjoy your time alone
please stay, i want to hold you
please go, i will be fine with empty arms.

jasper is away this week as well. and i have a total of 64 hours of work and school this week and my body is crashing on me again. i notice when he is not around. it's good for him to have amazing experiences like going to whistler or going to skills canada competitions, but at the very same time i am wishing for him to be with me. it is selfish. i am sorry.

raðljóst Apr 2013

today.

remember the days like these
when life is good to you,
and when it puts up a fight
you can sing over the rage
and pretend all's well
until it caves
into acceptable behaviour.

speedpoetry, don't edit, just go!
tonight is weird.

raðljóst Apr 2013

all too soon

the pages of my memory are
                                              f
                                                a
                                               l
                                                  l
                                               i
                                              n
                                                 g
                                                      from my spine.

Jasper tells me stories of us from only a few months ago and I have little recollection of them. I know that amazing things happened, for I have photographs, letters, and notes to remind me, but if I don't look at them I forget so easily.

It's lovely when he tells me but I wish that I could remember. My memory is failing me at sixteen.

raðljóst Apr 2013

rants.

i resent it all
the technology that brought us here
but what good is here?
and why
do we want to stay
in this wretched place?

raðljóst Apr 2013

laundry.

folding laundry with you

singing don't let me down

and you know

i never will,

but those words look lovely

on your lips.

today Jasper and I put on the Mission to Mexico soundtrack and sang all the songs together while folding his clothes in an attempt at cleaning his room. I've bothered him about it for a few months and today we felt spontaneous so we started cleaning it at random.

An example of the simple parts of love, I suppose.

raðljóst Apr 2013

in morning with you.

in the morning in the library room
when i was drawing and where i forgot
you were sitting, not far, not away,
*the remembering was sunshine in my body.