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raðljóst Jul 2013
coming
coming home
and you know i
walk
this road
for you i would
come
come home
you can't leave
wait
i'm alone
without you
breathe
for me
you have to
save
save me
before i
f
a
    l
   l
catch my heart
before the glass
  h   a      t        r
s        t          s
                 e
374 · Apr 2013
stop it stop it all now
raðljóst Apr 2013
free falling across the dark end of the room and my limbs sprawl out from my body and your fingers tremble and your eyes are staring still and what has overcome you now?
you made me up and grew me and you know i recognize the bruises marked out on my legs but i do miss you.
and even though you took yourself away from the picture, away from the world and away from me, i do love you, whoever you may be.

come back
come back
come back

i need a father.
this is the beginning of a panic attack and I don't want it to happen but it is but maybe i will just keep writing and distract myself but still think about dad but still think about gas and cars and my fears and this is the reason for those fears and he died in that car and the blonde lady came to tell me and i was four and my brother couldn't walk yet and i was flying arcross the room when he was angry at me and he stood by the door and my mother beat her fists against him to "STOP IT NOW" but he wouldn't stop the angry and he yelled and yelled and i said "daddy i missed you" and he was angry and always gone and then one day he didn't come back to anywhere.
372 · Jan 2013
patches
raðljóst Jan 2013
When you leave behind ones you have loved
    You leave behind yourself
You are walking away from the patches once stitched to
           The fabric of you
367 · Apr 2013
gold - ten words.
raðljóst Apr 2013
You are golden light,
and I love
your every ray.
356 · Jun 2013
white noise
raðljóst Jun 2013
she tears up her
humming-heart
and the broken wings
of that ******
humming-bird
heal this one, i dare you.
350 · May 2013
not really anything
raðljóst May 2013
and i used to think
that there was only
a certain amount
of love in the world
and i used to think
that if i were loved
more than another
that they would
lose their love
and i used to think
back in my school-
years that people
would miss the love
and i used to think
that when i was
heartbroken
another would
smile
and i used to think
these thoughts
and they used to
dance all night
in my head

and i know
that dance
is over
my thought process is disturbed today
blah blah
float away in a dream
349 · Aug 2013
a matter of time
raðljóst Aug 2013
a fear of love
and a fear of
forever

you asked me once,
and i kissed you better

can we call it now?
when we're living
our past?

or lock lips
and break out
of this
cast?

should we now,
or could we ever?
342 · Apr 2013
people:
raðljóst Apr 2013
We are all puzzles
- incomplete -
with no photograph on the box
to help us.
I don't know who I am yet.
339 · Jul 2013
the mind that wanders
raðljóst Jul 2013
collect
        fall into the open mind
        assemble new potential
   and
               deliver the product
          of a good night's sleep
found some notes from 2011.
335 · Apr 2013
all too soon
raðljóst Apr 2013
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.
333 · Aug 2013
maps
raðljóst Aug 2013
she's off to the other side
of the globe
and he's gone
states away
and i'm here
wandering
wondering
when
will i be the one to go?
320 · Jul 2013
enduróma
raðljóst Jul 2013
say my name
as the colours dance
and the walls tremble
call to the wind in this room
before i fall to the floor
before voices speak
and voices echo
before voices speak
and voices echo
exclusively to my ears

or you can dance to no music
speak with no replies
sit with the singing birds
and hear not a sound.
314 · Jan 2013
go on and live!
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.
309 · Aug 2013
december 6th
raðljóst Aug 2013
you wrote me letters
and your words became feathers
  and boy, i've fallen in love.
tape can fix torn sheets
but boy, our hearts will never need mending again.
302 · Aug 2013
.
raðljóst Aug 2013
.
we are crossing an open time and place,
and i am a sheep in a world of shepherds.

lead me home,
lead me home.
300 · Apr 2013
memories - ten words.
raðljóst Apr 2013
one day
      you will only own memories -
   so keep them.
295 · Jan 2013
common thought
raðljóst Jan 2013
wondering if
anyone else
is thinking
about what
anyone else
is thinking
about

maybe it's
a common
thought
291 · Aug 2013
Untitled
raðljóst Aug 2013
I can't hold up the walls of hatred,
or see the world clearly with it in view.
286 · Jul 2013
learning to fly
raðljóst Jul 2013
i guess you've got to watch out
when you're spreading your young
wings
or be carried by wicked winds
to places you'd never want to be.

*if you are flying
keep trying
or you will find your wings
broken on the ground
baby steps, my dear.
271 · Jan 2013
not "artist"
raðljóst Jan 2013
sometimes they tell me, riley,
you're a true artist,
when you grow up
you should paint for money
everyday

can't say why you think that
i don't like painting,
not painting like that
and they call me an artist
and from inside i scream out no
not like that

i don't want to have to do this
don't want to make and share
this
not any of it,
not now

so i put down my brush
and i walk away from paint
and in my life i decide
what's important
what's important

and i tell you that i don't know
whether my brushes will paint gold
or silver
or bronze
they do what they want

and i don't want them to do it
not today
maybe in a week or two or four
but today
i am myself, not "artist"
So many people have pressured me into taking art courses I am not interested in, pursuing a career in art, and drawing photos of them. I don't understand why I should do something just because I am good at it. I don't enjoy it as much as they think, I guess. They say, "don't waste your talent, you have a gift" but at the same time their eyes are saying "you have to do this, we are choosing your future for you, you have no choice," but I do have a choice. I have a choice to learn other skills and do what suits me best. Of course I'll pick up the paintbrush every so often, but that is not my life.
267 · Feb 2013
Untitled
raðljóst Feb 2013
it feels like waking from a dream
or slipping into sleep
spinning hand and hand
then
falling over in the grass
between the ground and sky
on this windy night with you.
243 · Feb 2013
Untitled
raðljóst Feb 2013
i do not wish to be seen
i do not ask to be heard
i do not want to be hurt

please let me disappear
for a little while longer

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