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May 2017 · 210
I Know it's You
Lydia May 2017
It's all because I know it's you
You're still in the shadows
You're making all those small sounds
You're on the street outside my window at night
Being splashed by the cars in the rain
I know it's you because you couldn't just be gone
It's too hard for you to stop existing
To cease to be
You haven't been wiped out or forgotten
You're still around the corner,
Another face in the hallways
Another the driver at the intersection
Please comment :)
Apr 2017 · 330
Prayer
Lydia Apr 2017
God,
Please give me rain
I've found my strength in the thunder
I've lost myself between the hailstorms and I don't care to be found again
I wish to be well
I need to be guided through my personal hell
And I will wait
Until I am worthy
Until I am taught to understand and revere you
To accept you above me
Dear God,
I'm not on my knees
I don't believe in salvation, but I need to be saved.
Apr 2017 · 1.1k
You Look Skinny
Lydia Apr 2017
"I don't feel strong enough."
"Well, at least you have a flat stomach."
Let's damage each other
Let's replace another meal with a bottle of water or unsweetened tea
Let's pray to be beautiful
Let's sit in five minute planks and run five miles and hope we throw up
Let's pretend that I've eaten three meals today, or yesterday, or the day before
Let's define myself by calories and carbohydrates and questionable decisions
Let me rot from my bone marrow to my skin which are just inches apart
Let me fade away until I am reborn


But I'm lucky and so the story doesn't end there
I left the scale under the cabinet
I went for a run because I love to feel my feet on the ground
I came home and ordered takeout
I'm not going to let my body rot
I've chosen life
I've chosen to be whole and real again
My girlfriend can touch me because I am more than skin and bones
I am more than a statistic
And I will always pray to be beautiful
But I will never starve to death.
This seemed like it was supposed to be a positive and inspirational prompt, but I've always had trouble accepting compliments and I've always had trouble feeling good enough so I thought that this would be more meaningful and true to who I am. Please comment :)
Apr 2017 · 441
Note to Future Me
Lydia Apr 2017
Little girl with the big white dog
Grew up, flew away
Now drifting, unstatic
Maybe time to settle down
Don't forget to plant roots and grow stronger
Please comment :)
Apr 2017 · 274
Soaked
Lydia Apr 2017
I miss the sincerity
The oblivious sort of floating
Reaching out and swimming in galaxies
It's fascinating to leave my feet on the ground
Brilliant to swim in place and breath in fluid
I couldn't feel myself
All I could feel was oxygen, molecule by molecule
The atmosphere bent around me piece by piece
I held onto nothing but I didn't drift off
I held fast to everything that I've never been able to feel
I let the universe soak my skin to my bones and chew on my lips
And my pillowcase made an excellent towel
"A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it." -Charles Dickens, "A Tale of Two Cities"

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Lydia Apr 2017
And when I looked up from my homework, you weren't reading on the couch
Not that I expected you to be, I'm just used to you
Day dreaming all the time, you always seem to be around

Now, no one has done the dishes in three days. I
Only use paper plates because I can't be bothered to do the cleaning, and I feel like a
Waste of space and oxygen.

You must have, too
Only I'm still here. Someone has to let the dog out every day. I
Understand why you did it, but I worry that you

Don't understand the damage you've caused. You
Only need pebbles to make tidal waves, and you were much more than a pebble. I remember you
Napping in my car,
'
Trip after trip that we took into the mountains

Have you made the right decision? I'm worried that if you could see me, you'd regret what you've done.
And you've done so much in one small motion. You were
Very broken. I know and I'm sorry. I remember that
Every time I wish you were still here.

Tomorrow, I would go to class without you
Only, they cancelled it. We're all going to the funeral instead

Because of you.
Everything was not lost, but you were

Pretty much all I've done since then is cry
Ever time I think about how you've gone, I
Remember. I remember all of time we spent together and every day that I wish I could repeat. I'm afraid you might be
Forgotten, like a statistic, like dogwood leaves in the rain or cherry blossoms in the summer before the leaves come
Even that guy who sits in the back of our physics class
Came to your funeral
Today, I'm learning to live with your decisions, even if you don't have to anymore.
This is my second attempt at NPMacrostic. I took the same concept that I tried the first time, but significantly revised it.

"And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good." -John Stienbeck, "East of Eden"
Apr 2017 · 606
Progress
Lydia Apr 2017
She's dreaming about mars but she's going to become an accountant
I remember when scales were beautiul
I remember when that parking lot lasted forever
We're supposed to find it stupefying
They call it progress

She hopes she's becoming a good person
I spent all of my time in high school counting down to exams
I wanted to be an art teacher but they taught me physics and laughed at me when I failed
I spent all of my time being not good enough
But here we are

She wanted to become the girl she wrote about in all those stories you didn't read
I remember every single bird I saw that morning
I remember it like I'm still standing there, on the bridge in between the waterfall and the rest of the stream
Maybe I'm still there, imagining the rest of my life
I could have sat with you forever, but I didn't
You left and I left and we aren't there anymore

You said no and she listened
She went to college for math and politics and I don't know why
She would have made a beautiful captain someday
And they would have shipped her off to Mars with the Space X mission
But she just finished somebody else's taxes and went home in a taxi and she is taxed
And they called it "progress."
Please comment :)
Apr 2017 · 851
Don't say Goodbye
Lydia Apr 2017
Anyone could have told you she was under pressure
Not neccessarily that she wasn't handling it well, she seemed fine
Decisions were made when no one was looking

Now, I only drove by her funeral because the crowd was so large
Only friends and family sat in the front seats, people were standing on the sidewalk outside of the church
Winter was setting in

Yesterday, I walked home with her
Opaque and careless, and
Utterly ignorant. I'm sure she wanted it that way

Decades later, no one will remember her. If she's lucky, she'll become a statistic
Oxygen stolen and plant food then
Not that she doesn't matter to us now, just
'
That she won't then

Had only I known
All the time I spent with her, even the
Ventalation is asking why I didn't help her
Even the air whipping around my head as I can't sleep

Tomorrow, she won't be coming back to classes, but
Onward we must go

Before, I thought she had given up. It's
Easier to be angry than to realize that she just let go, and it was her choice, as painful as it was for us. If you're one of those saying,

Goodbye,
Only I'm actually going to do it
Only for real this time...
Don't.
"And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good." -John Stienbeck, "East of Eden"
You can't just go.
Apr 2017 · 389
Her Hand
Lydia Apr 2017
I didn't mean to brush against her hand
So delicately traced by accident
So briefly were our molecules bonded
So quickly was it meant to be over
Except,
She laced her atoms into mine
And decided to walk the same direction
Please Comment :)
Apr 2017 · 482
Counting Games
Lydia Apr 2017
I played counting games as a child
Two people wearing blue, one old man wearing red, a little girl in white
My seconds were always faster than the seconds on the clock but the minutes matched up
I was so afraid of running out of batteries
You can only see time if you watch it
I will never forget that old man
Please comment :)
Apr 2017 · 322
Brain
Lydia Apr 2017
Brain today was discouraged and tired and bouncing back and forth from things like a ping pong ball and really stuck a little bit in ancient Egypt but mostly trying to draw spirally flowers but the dots wouldn't work right and all focused on how lungs didn't burn like that when I ran a week ago and really didn't want to talk to anyone that was going to respond because brain did not want to hear other peoples' opinions. Brain wants to get better and remember things but that didn't happen.

But that description is lengthy and deep and metaphorical and easily summarized with "pft."
This was actually a text I sent to a friend to try and explain how an injury has affected my mental health recently. It was my first day back in training and I really couldn't keep up with people and I held back my team and it was both physically and mentally difficult. On top of that, I am dealing with exams and all I want to do is paint pictures so it's an interesting situation. Please comment :)
Apr 2017 · 352
Untitled
Lydia Apr 2017
If I had a car and $100, you would never see me again
One day late, whoops!
Apr 2017 · 257
Untitled
Lydia Apr 2017
If I had a car and $100, you would never see me again
One day late, whoops!
Apr 2017 · 332
Making the Bed
Lydia Apr 2017
The bed wasn't made when I got back
All of the sheets were tangled
There were drool and sweat stains on the pillowcases
She was always a part of everything
All the laundry
Always her favourite detergent
She took it with her and I don't remember
I do remember exactly how she fit on the bed with the dog and I
And how she straightened things out after I left for work every day
I remember exactly how she looked laying on the floor in the place where the sun snuck through the window
But I didn't remember to make the bed this morning
Please comment :)
Apr 2017 · 288
Gossip
Lydia Apr 2017
People were talking about you
Someone said you were strong
So I said you were beautiful
And I would've kissed you right there if I had the chance
Please comment :)
Apr 2017 · 183
Burns
Lydia Apr 2017
When all your burns have healed and turned to scars and you can't remember where they came from, just remember that I was one of them
Please comment :)
Apr 2017 · 751
Contrasted and Conflicted
Lydia Apr 2017
I hated you
I hated you more than I probably understood how to hate
I hated your green eyes and I hated all of the time I wasted staring at them
I hated how you didn't believe in me
I hated how all I was to you was a story that you didn't have to read
but hate doesn't make sense
You can't tear down a tree just because it makes oxygen
If all I was was static than maybe you learned something
Maybe you learned tbat all of those colours on the TV screen were breathing
Maybe you learned the sounds of a heartbeat other than your own
Maybe you learned that somebody could love beautifully with every cell in their body,
Even if you couldn't
Things didn't have to make sense after you
I fell just as much in love with the things I didn't know as I had with your retinas
This is what stronger looks like
All of the cursive loops that make my teachers happy
I didn't understand how to hate you,
I was lost in all these memories that drifted in and out of my bloodstream
You were in there somewhere, I think
In there with all of the things love couldn't describe
Maybe you were a clot and that's why I left you
I did a lot of leaving after you
A lot of doors closed behind me
I lost a lot of good people
I didn't know that love was going to hurt me
I didn't know that love was going to tell me that I wasn't good enough
I didn't know that love could hide for so long that I thought it was dead and still come back,
Pretending to sew up all the damage in its unexpected wake
You were supposed to be beautiful
Please comment! :)
Apr 2017 · 485
Change- Taking Back My Body
Lydia Apr 2017
I wanted my body back
It seemed impossible
It seemed like I left my body at the hospital when I was seven
Back when I was friends with the ER nurses
I gave it to them as a gift
The only offering I had at the time-
Probably the only offering I have now-
I was just a little kid
But I'm not anymore
I somehow grew up without my body
As if my body were a metaphor not important to the story
But that's not how this story ends

I woke up a few weeks ago and ran before classes
It took me twelve minutes to run a mile, I was dripping sweat and I couldn't breathe
But for the first time, I trusted my feet to hit the ground
I trusted myself to make it home with my own legs
I wanted my body back, so I took it,
Just a few feet at a time
Apr 2017 · 933
"It's all in your head..."
Lydia Apr 2017
But it's not.
Most of it is in my muscles that refuse to move anymore
Deadweight, simple pain pulling like gravity is its mother
Some of it is in my burning lungs that don't understand how much I want to keep going
I don't want to die here
I don't want them to find my collapsed body with a stopwatch marking a nine minute mile
Some of it is in my broken sneakers and ripped clothes because this isn't my first show
I've been here before
I fully understand the heavyheartedness of sweat stains that scream longevity and socks that I might as well throw away
But I will see that gym tomorrow
My body will burn and burn and I will burn with it
But there's a fireproof lining around my head
Of course it's not all in my head
My head is the one thing keeping my feet hitting the ground every beat of the music
Or picking up the weights at 6 am
Just a little exercise motivation. Please comment :)
Apr 2017 · 415
Pills
Lydia Apr 2017
"Tonight is the last pill,"
I said to myself for the nineteenth night in a row
Please comment :)
Mar 2017 · 243
Memories I've Almost Lost
Lydia Mar 2017
You're allowed to remember"*
I understand, she said, that forgetting feels like letting go
And you aren't ready to let go yet
You're clinging to any scrap of that feeling you had years ago
Any part of the wind that makes it feel like it's not over
Nothing is unending
I can't stop time for you
I can't hold your hand until you realize that loss is just the tide pulling something further and further away
So sit there, and remember
Write a book, paint a picture
And then shower off, wash your hair
Change your clothes
The tide hasn't pulled you away yet
I'm still staring at you from the other side of the bed
It doesn't have to be over yet
Please Comment :)
Mar 2017 · 201
Missing You
Lydia Mar 2017
I didn't know I was missing anything
I thought that we had everything
Shared through wires and satellite signals
It's kind if silly to think like that in hindsight
Because I sat down with her at the same table
No computer screens, no lost connections
I could feel it when she kicked my shoe
We've lost so much time
We missed everything.
Please comment :)
Mar 2017 · 164
Untitled
Lydia Mar 2017
I wonder why you kissed me
It was the wrong time and you had no reason to
We didn't talk about it
The world didn't stop all around us while we were otherwise engaged
But your hand was all tangled in my hair and...
We don't need to talk about it.
Please comment :)
Mar 2017 · 175
White Flags
Lydia Mar 2017
I'm sorry I put you down and walked away
Hands over my head, full-on, white flag surrender
It's easy to forget that you were human
That you kept going after all this
That you had to cut me out of your life, too
And it's a terrible, half-hearted apology
I'm sorry that I couldn't love you forever
That I couldn't let you lace your fingers through my hair as it grew long and I grew old
That all of my energy left through my toes, left me with nothing
Left you with a corpse
Please comment :)
Mar 2017 · 197
She
Lydia Mar 2017
She
She's holding the universe in two hands as if it were cotton or maybe clouds
It just doesn't make sense to humanize her
And all of these people, they're just white noise
Little bits of static she can't hear, not really
She's sunken deep into everything,
Falling in slow motion
She's hypnotic
Oblivion is like a computer screen that she can manipulate
She seems dazed, like the entire universe is dancing with me right now
All the collapsing stars are fairy lights for the prom she's just created
And suddenly, I learned what she meant by infinity
In that one second that lasted forever-
I saw every time she's ever smiled
It made every kind of sense to hold her forever
But I lost her finger tips
She slipped away under the riptides and I can't swim out that far
But I watched her smile as she sank
I could still hear her humming.
Please comment :)
Feb 2017 · 170
Untitled
Lydia Feb 2017
You're suspended somewhere in my timeline
But I'm not sure you really exist
The snow doesn't remind me of you anymore
Please comment :)
Feb 2017 · 306
Part of a Suicide Note
Lydia Feb 2017
And suddenly, just for a second, that was all I was
Words on the paper
Dandelion seeds in the wind from the wishing flowers
My hair underwater
All I wanted was to be part of the atmosphere
Please comment :)
Feb 2017 · 451
Untitled
Lydia Feb 2017
I couldn't erase you
So you took white paint and poured it over yourself
And melted into the wall behind me
Please comment :)
Jan 2017 · 606
Two Dimensions
Lydia Jan 2017
You have become completely two dimensional
You live in photographs and in the shadows
In the rings left by a finished cup of tea
You're face is dripping with nostalgia and regret
And it's not your own
We were both bleeding
I couldn't kiss you better
I couldn't stitch up your hand, I couldn't even hold it
I was terrified
Now you live in old journal posts
And those few pictures I can't bring myself to delete
I can't shake you
I'm sorry. Those words feel astronomically small today.

Inspired by Rusty Clanton's One More Cup of Coffee (particularly the line, "And it isn't in the leaving/It's in the way they don't look back."), as well as a decision I'll never know whether or not to regret. But I know that it hurt someone, because words are like atomic bombs, leaving us burnt and disfigured. Sometimes we become super heros, but usually, we end up just a little more broken. If you're reading this, I want you to know that I look back all the time. You didn't just disappear to me. You left an impression.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=osCh6-yz-M8
Jan 2017 · 576
An Entire Planet
Lydia Jan 2017
I would have created an entire planet for you
Out of bleeding hands and coarse stone
Out of melted diamonds and theoretical physics
And entire planet, no more ash and suffering
Just mountains to move and forests to nurse and grow
Love became deeper than anything I could possibly imagine
Love was expansive and automatic
I didn't try to love you
Not to say that it wasn't worth the time or effort
I walked long miles for loving you
Long loops around parks and fields and cities
Loving you was another thread woven through my life like so many others
It was broken, though
Tattered and frayed and mismatched
You probably don't get what I'm saying at this point
I'm saying that I loved you,
And I'm not even sure if the past participle is appropriate in this case
You see, in all of the running away from the fire and the falling buildings
I was still looking for you, dragging all of my broken bones behind me
I was looking for all of the times you were beautiful before the fire started
It was the slowest burn, watching sparks jump to one tree at a time
I had no hold on you when we ran in different directions
Our footsteps held sparks that burnt down so many forests
But I would have built an entire planet for you
I would have built you a house out of concrete that couldn't catch
But you never asked, and you left me in the forest
Nothing wrong with a little senseless drabble, eh? Maybe you guys can find some meaning in it. My poems are a little all over the place this week but I'm feeling creative. Please comment :)
Jan 2017 · 184
Strange, Worthless Kisses
Lydia Jan 2017
Strange
The lockers don't matter
My body doesn't matter
But here we are
I left my hair down because you said it was ****, and now your fingers are tangled
But it doesn't matter how long I spent in the gym this week when your eyes are closed
I do not feel pretty held up against the hallway outside of class

And we brace ourselves against anything and everything
All of my muscles are tensed against your body
My spine is straight against the wall
I didn't know I was capable of that kind of starkness
The inability to collapse
Of all things, you are not gentle

All of my nervous habits dissipated into your saliva
I don't know where to put my hands
You seem so practiced
I wonder if I taste like every other girl
I wonder if the mud from my shoes mixed on the spot that I'm standing with everyone else's
Or maybe you took them somewhere new
I knew that I wasn't special as you tugged on my kidneys
You couldn't even drag me into a bathroom stall
We were in the hallway
We were picked up on three security cameras
But of course, we both know that
"Nobody was watching"

Things are quiet here
I'm not sure I noticed when you left because my mind was so engulfed in how to get away
It's hard to feel empowered when you've submitted yourself to becoming part of the paint on the wall
I forgot that you would get bored with me
You weren't seductive or intimidating
You were just soft
You were nothing out of my nightmares but that didn't make you safe
And now we're walking home in the rain writing **** poems
Please comment :)
Dec 2016 · 326
Recitation
Lydia Dec 2016
Caring not a weakness, but it may have been a mistake
And it is certainly not an advantage
I hoped that God would be forgiving because I made a mistake
You were a mistake
And God was a mistake under our tires
And I keep reciting that.
We didn't think,
You didn't think
And I keep telling myself that you didn't come for a fight
You were not dangerous when I met you
You were in the corner of my eye
But candles burn houses down when you forget to look
And I don't want to be your ashes anymore
You're like cigarettes without the drugs and twice the pain
I might be dying without you, but I was dying faster with you
And you text me on a Monday morning in case you hadn't cut deep enough the last time and you were right
I almost got away from you
I tried so hard to be a good person
None of what you did to me, on Monday or in the months before I left, was fair, or right, or even really human. I've made a life for myself and you are fundamentally not part of it. This one isn't even thinly veiled. I told you that I didn't want to hear from you, and you had no right to intrude and insult me for being hurt.
Dec 2016 · 226
These Are The Sidelines
Lydia Dec 2016
Everyday seems condensed into a couple pages of pages of notes and that one muscles that I can'tquite seem to stretch out properly
All of the emotion is laced through the doodles in the margins that I didn't have time to draw
I'm just hoping that I'm happy enough to get out of bed in the morning
My nightstand is littered with half finished cups of tea where I made the decision to get up and live for the day
I'm just tired,
But tired is so much more complex than three consonants and a vowel
Tired is somehow supposed to explain why I haven't eaten in two days or why I keep picking the scars off my knuckles
But it doesn't
We don't address things
These are the sidelines that we have fallen to
I asked you about the weather yesterday
We didn't talk about your car crash or my dead dog
I ran five empty miles
The ground was just dry enough to sound hollow
All I knew right then was my body
We try not to talk about until it's silent and our clothes rustle together
I was thinking about the meaning of life and suddenly we were talking about Vincent Van Gogh and you cried
A sort of broad abruptness and then just grey again
We run away from parts of ourselves and each other
We build glass buildings so that men in suits can look out and see more glass buildings
And we don't throw stones
I miss the river that flowed across the street
Nobody has taken me there since I was a child and I barely remember
I barely remember doing my worklast night, but it's there on my desk, finished
I forget what flowers look like during the winter and I seriously wonder if life keeps trying while I'm asleep
I poured all of myself into your hands because I think you understand me better than I do
I don't need any of myself left over to grow up and get a job in a cubicle
They tattooed a bar code on my arm and assigned it a number
They beat the **** out of us but they never laid a hand on me
You don't blow glass to break it
Our hearts were beating so fast in your driveway
I doubt you remember the steps to that but it doesn't matter
Your hand on my vertebra is the only feeling I'll never forget
I was shivering
And our cold feet left blood on the asphalt where we were standing
This is a new style for me to play around with.  I was trying to string together quick stories that conveyed a sense of grey until the last one, which was meant to convey a sense of liveliness and hope through a symbol usually associated with the opposite. This poem was also written for slam, but I thought I'd post it anyway. I hope you liked it. As always, feedback is appreciated :)
Nov 2016 · 266
When You Left
Lydia Nov 2016
You would never hang yourself from fishing line and expect to die
You were too smart for that
You took the parring knife out of your father's tackle box
You cut lengthwise so that they couldn't stitch you back together
But God, did we try
I held you like a child until the paramedics came, clutching your arms shut and humming sweetly over the crying-
- In case that was the last thing that you heard
I wonder if you're watching me condense your room into boxes right now
Your mother couldn't do it
She couldn't turn your life into a storage room, and I understand that
Your scholarship to that graphic design school came in the mail two days later
That was not a pleasant phone call
I'm not even your family
But your death was a grenade and it didn't just hurt you
I walk around school and see shrapnel sticking out of everyone
Everyone wants me to take a few days off but I can't
It ***** but I need to keep going because I believe in my life
I understand why you did it;
I can imagine you walking through your garage, thinking of the easiest way to go,
Maybe you were even crying, but that's not really your style
I don't think you understand how weak you were in that second, the one where the tip of the knife actually hit your skin
I don't think you realize how selfish it was
I wonder if you were able to see me run in as you were falling
Maybe you didn't even know that I loved you, but God, I loved you
Maybe you get to see Rome now, like you always wanted to
Or maybe you're in Heaven, or Hell,
Or maybe there's nothing, and that's what you wanted
I hope you got what you wanted because I can't get your blood out from under my nails.
You have infected my life with yourself, and that's forever now
I still remember your jacket...
The green and black one in some box in some storage locker somewhere
Your mother covered your arms in bandages, and then decided against and open casket
It was like you were flowing out of yourself
Maybe it was freeing, just for that second before it ended
I don't know
That is the only honest answer I can think of when I ask if you're really gone
You could have lived forever
Now, you only live until I wash your image out of my head
They hired someone to wash you off of the floor
They didn't let me into the ambulance
I had so much time with you, and then suddenly, I didn't
For some reason, it's cold outside whenever I think of you
You were the snow that made the cold worthwhile
I'm moving to Arizona next month so that I don't have to see your shadow around every corner
You vaporized
Your breath exists in photographs
You used to smile

You left so much behind
Please Comment :)
Oct 2016 · 883
You Forget
Lydia Oct 2016
You see terrible things
Maybe you're a child or a teenager
You talk to a therapist
They give you "medication."
You take drugs
You forget.

You get sick somehow, and it's bad this time
You see some weird doctors with titles you can't pronounce,
Maybe you spend some time in the hospital
You see your therapist again
They make sure you're still on your "medication."
You take drugs
You forget.

You're in school again now and you're taking some sort of exploratory writing class
You always end up writing about the same character and you're not sure why
Every time you try and write something else, it turns out like **** and you throw it away
You're too afraid to show your parents or your friends, so you hide your work, and
You take drugs
You forget.

Maybe you've finished school now, maybe you haven't
Your writing class has been over for months, maybe years now
But you still remember that one character, and you pull out your notebook
Looking back, you wish you had tried harder to learn something new in that class,
Maybe tried to experiment more
You put the notebook on the shelf of books you're done with
You take drugs
You forget.

You've been having nightmares for awhile now,
Sometimes you can't sleep at all
You start to keep a log,
Suddenly, you don't want to forget but
You don't want to be sick, and you don't remember what all of these pills do so
You take drugs
You forget

You've grown up with all of these ticks and habits
It was fine when you lived with your parents, but it annoys your roommate
They say you talk in your sleep and you say you're not surprised
All of your books got shuffled around in the move and you notice your notebook from writing class
You promise yourself that you'll read it sometime soon, until then
You take drugs
You forget

You dig out that old notebook and think a lot of that character you always wrote about
They are exactly what you wanted to be, but you aren't now and that upsets you
The notebook reminds you of the log that you kept and you dig that out, too
You really don't want to forget anymore
You feel like part of your mind has been drowned in this stuff and suddenly you care about all of the blank spots in your memories
You spend all day looking at photo albums and reading about your "medications" one at a time
Your mind and body are suddenly your decision, but
You're tired
It's been a long day trying to fill in all the blanks
You take drugs
Your write yourself a note in the half an hour before you fall asleep
You forget, but not completely
Not this time.
Please comment :)
Oct 2016 · 1.3k
Nitrogen Gas (Human)
Lydia Oct 2016
I want to breathe again
I want to breathe without gasping
I want to inhale something larger
I want to hold my breath,
Hold on to it

I want to exist only in the purest sense
Breathe only nitrogen gas
Fade into the most obtrusive backgrounds
Hold only the most battle-scarred hands
Touch only saddest faces

I know only the broken
The chaotic and unholy
Defeated, given up
Smashed silently into walls and left on the ground to pray to religions they don't understand

I know only the broken,
The forced,
The many
The similar footsteps,
The same directions
The same people copied onto different faces
"I swear I'm human..."
Please don't run away like that-
- She looked back at me.
"I SWEAR I'm human..."
I wrote most of this years ago, and I hated it. But I think that I sort of realized what I was trying to say and it means a lot more to me now.

Please comment :)
Oct 2016 · 282
Untitled
Lydia Oct 2016
She drinks her iced tea with whipped cream
She fell asleep an hour ago;
Laptop open, mug on her desk
Her cups leave little rings on the wood-
She keeps saying she'll paint over them
There's this garden where she always finds butterflies
She has a photo album on her computer,
Calls it her "real-life fairytale"
She says that the twigs in her hair are "artistic" and that the paint on all her clothes adds character
She paid way too much for that shirt that she tore on a branch the first time she wore it,
But still wore it enough to fade the colours and soften the fabric
We went swimming at the lake: She left it at my house and it smells like her-
It smells like pinewood and eraser shavings and hairspray
It smells like the over-sweetened tea that I bring her for class every morning
I'm always late for trig after that, but I don't care
She makes me go for runs on the weekends, even slows down for me sometimes
She sings songs in a minor key every time she cooks
She makes rice almost every night, but she never sits down to eat-
Sets a formal place at the kitchen stove and plays orchestral music
She reads my text messages at one in the morning, almost never replies
But I can imagine her sitting up all alone, quietly humming or tapping her fingers on the mattress
Her hair just makes sense- she likes to braid it over her right shoulder so that it hangs when she leans over somethings
Not really done yet. Feedback is appreciated :)
Sep 2016 · 321
About a Guy
Lydia Sep 2016
It's so spontaneous and profound and esoteric. He, as an idea, takes on a form I cannot even begin to imagine, and it's stunning. He's like a god that can call the stars around his hand and disperse them at his will. He is more than a little girl's imaginary friend. He's there, and then he isn't, and that's okay, because a fragment of a memory is too wonderful for any human being. He is impossible to hold onto because the sparks of his mind would burn your hands.
This is a text message I wrote to a friend of mine about a guy. It's not a romantic relationship. I'm slowly learning to love unromantically. He is fascinating and easygoing and wonderful to talk to. This is how I described him.

Please comment :)
Sep 2016 · 307
Moving On
Lydia Sep 2016
I've had to tell myself over and over again that you didn't really mean it
- every time you said you loved me
I swear to myself that love would not bite me
Love would be artwork on my skin instead of scars
Love won't strike for the jugular or slice my achilles
Love will hold my hand and sing songs for me
Love will be written in satin cursive
It will be written in front of my vision and all over my face
Love will not hurt if it doesn't have to
Love will not leave me there until it feels like coming back
Love will be a human being- not a ghost, not a robot
Love might not say its name
But it won't hide from me
It won't leave for weeks without a word
Love will not tell me that my ideas don't matter
Love will be an entity, and I haven't found it yet
But it has taken me all of this time to convince myself it wasn't you.
Please comment :)

For everyone being abused, emotionally or physically, that is not love. Love will not hurt you. Love will not be perfect, but love will try their best. Love will not scar you forever. Love will not hit you or leave you. Love will not threaten you or leave you. Love will not tell you that you aren't good enough. Love will not force you into something you aren't ready for. Love will love you, plain and simple. Love will love holding your hand and writing your name and spending time with you. If you are being abused, I am so sorry. I encourage you to reach out and ask for help if you can. I understand that it is the most difficult thing in the world, but I promise that someday, someone will love you correctly.
Aug 2016 · 176
Untitled
Lydia Aug 2016
I loved him as much as I was capable of understanding love, but I don't think he really understood enough to love me
Please comment :)

Less of a poem, more just musing. Sorry! Hopefully I can draw some inspiration from it.
Jul 2016 · 181
Untitled
Lydia Jul 2016
I picked up a little piece of humanity as I walked away from you
Please comment :)
Jun 2016 · 338
Scars
Lydia Jun 2016
Scars have to hurt for a little while first,
But their pain will fade
And so will their stories
And so will they.
Please comment :)
Jun 2016 · 213
Fragment
Lydia Jun 2016
We'll talk for a minute, but then you'll be gone
I'll be up for a minute, but then I'll be gone-
It's hard to exist in anything longer than a
Fragment,
Stiched together with all of the other ones
Please comment :)
Jun 2016 · 207
This Girl
Lydia Jun 2016
Her lips tasted like peaches and I couldn't understand it
How we lost track of time and ended up here
Is time still passing?
Oh my God, this girl
This twenty one year old girl who still makes wishes on dandelions and stars
This girl who I have been kissing for the last twenty three and a half seconds
This girl who is completely blowing my mind out onto the wall behind us and has absolutely no idea
I need to figure out how to smile and kiss at the same time
I'm holding onto her hair so that I don't float away
I'm not convinced that I have a world to come back to after this
It took her eleven and three quarters of a second to completely erase everything else that has ever mattered
It took me fourteen seconds just to make sense of anything that has happened since we made contact
It took me fourteen and a quarter of a second to fall madly in love with her.
Inspired by a line from J.D. Salinger's "A Girl I Knew"
"She wasn't doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together."
Please comment :)
May 2016 · 230
Drowsy
Lydia May 2016
I never fell asleep at night
The darkness was my respirator,
The silence was the alcohol I was drowning in
To fall asleep would be to stop fighting
I would fall asleep in the car on the way home from therapy
You would turn the radio off so that it was easier
I would fall asleep in front of movies with you
I wake up, and you're still holding me

After you left, I would fall asleep at my laptop
Therapy now came in the form of hundreds and hundreds of unfinished love songs
I would fall asleep at my kitchen table
Over one cup of tea that I had burnt myself making
My bedroom would never feel safe, I could never lock the door enough times
I wake up, and I'm alone.
I would still feel your hands on my spine,
Holding me upright,
All of the days that I walked around in a nightmare that you couldn't see

I would fall asleep by the window, waiting for you to come home
I'd always known that one of those days, you weren't going to come home
I would fall asleep on the hillside facing the sun
I liked afternoons, when it was low in the sky
I liked winter evenings when the hillside was covered in snow,
Or early spring, with dandelions
I wake up and you've left me a note
You've left me all of the spare pieces of myself and they make another person
I think you've left a little bit of you, as well
Just enough to say that you were there
It's strange that I only fill half of the bed now.
Sometimes, I don't go to bed at all
I have an entire, empty house to wander
There are so many crevices in which to hide from nightmares
There's the couch that I used to fall asleep on
I can't sleep there anymore
I can't sleep in the car that I'm driving
I've thought about crashing...
But it would be unfair for me to give up so easily
I bought a new laptop, but I still can't fall asleep there
In hazy visions built from half-closed eyes, I see your face
All of the grass on the hillside passed on
I still lay there in the afternoons, but the ground is hard and the sun is blinding
You were melatonin, brushed softly into my bloodstream
You were always drowsy,
But I will always be awake
Please comment :)
May 2016 · 296
For You, When You Carry Me
Lydia May 2016
And I didn't know that I was kissing you,
But for some reason, I'm still kissing you
I've fallen into you and into dust
Floating into the sunrise at five am on Sunday
It's like I've been shot but it's okay
I'm slipping through your fingers
I'm dissolving; You're loosing me
I'm kissing you
Years just happened when I blinked
You just happen to be standing there when I find myself a whole person again
Please tell me why you are still holding handfuls of shattered glass
You have lost me so many times
You have lost me to terror and hysteria
You have lost me nightmares and flashbacks
You have lost me to myself
I wake up, and you are still holding my body
Limp and useless...
Some days I see you tremor when you catch me
I know that the thousandth time is much heavier than the first
When the glue washes off in the rain
Your life is halted while you wait for me to put myself back together
I'm always left with spare parts that were meant to go somewhere
You carry them for me
The glass is making your fingers bleed
You won't let me stitch them back together
But I will hold them the way that you hold me
When you peel off the scars and reveal yourself to be human, I will not walk away
And I will pretend not to notice that you were crying on my shoulder when I've gone under
I know that every single time feels like the last one
I know that you don't expect me to wake up tomorrow but you are hoping
You are hoping and that hope is like razor blades to the skin of your soul
You've been cut like you weren't one piece to begin with
But I think you love me...
Please Comment :)
Apr 2016 · 1.0k
God and the Highway
Lydia Apr 2016
God was dead, and we killed him
We hit Him with our flashy cars,
We always imagined crashing
We breathed the devil in like rolled down windows on the highway,
Driving fast
Driving too fast
All of the times we imagined crashing those cars
Those cars we didn't own
The highways that our blood has traveled
Heart rates like revolutions of the tires
Kissing like the first high on *******
We stopped so suddenly...
Sin and heart break and youth were our excuses
You were my excuse

I felt drunk just for knowing you,
I felt drunk just with the windows down
I felt everything and nothing all together like a symphony
I felt God underneath my tires
I felt closure, I felt ending
Rebirth felt like a free fall
The devil felt like fantasy and solid ground
You felt like LSD and speeding
And I felt like crashing with the waves at the light house
And then just crashing
I felt myself being knocked out so
I whispered your name like one last puff of cigarette smoke
I tried to understand why the last cloud wasn't as powerful as the first
I wondered if God would be forgiving because I made a mistake
You were a mistake
And God was a mistake under our tires
We went too fast down that road

God was laced through the love letters we ripped up and burned
Life itself looked like fire
We showered in kerosene and played with matches
Then the friction of our tires,
We spun them fast enough to smooth the road underneath us
No one was looking at the road ahead

God made more sense as part of the highway
All of our midnight prayers had gone unanswered
He ignored every painful beg for salvation
He ignored broken bones and shattered souls
We had to sweep up the pieces by ourselves
The road fed us like stray dogs in the alleyway,
Took our spirits and poured them out for us like moonlight
We hit God at 100 miles an hour on that stretch of freedom
He felt like a wall-
Like our bodies were being crushed and our lives were over
He felt like losing everything in less than a second-
But we kept right on going down that highway
We went too fast down that road.
Much more metaphorical than my usual style, but I love it. Please comment :)
Apr 2016 · 409
Everything at Once
Lydia Apr 2016
When I was a child, I learned fairly quickly that, "Because everyone else is doing it,"
Was the worst possible excuse
Individualism was sewn into us like tattoos
We fed off of originality like *******
But we were never that wild
I remember my father built us each a swing
And gave us a pile of spray paint cans
I remember my mother made the cookie dough, but we had to make the cookies
The first time I told my father I wanted to move my furniture, he just nodded
The first time I told my mother I wanted to stencil, she gave me paint
When I started drawing on my walls, they asked me what colours I needed
I watched my older sister grow up and dye her hair blue
She makes her own jewelry and I make my own tshirts
We shout poetry out of the rolled down windows of my Dad's old truck, on the way to get slushies from the gas station
We wrote quotes on the back of our hands when we were angry,
Shouted when we weren't.
The hunger for emotion sometimes turned my dull nails into claws
Sometimes we exist in the wind passing through the car
Sometimes we can see paint splattered on the tree the swings used to hang from
Sometimes we are so drunk on a feeling that we embody it, soaking the thread instead of holding onto it
Individuality morphed into impossibility, because
We are everything at once
Every feeling
Every moment,
Every bug smashed onto the windshield
Every colour of paint we somehow spilled on my ceiling
Every stain that I'll never get out of my genes.
Please comment :)
Apr 2016 · 504
Peace
Lydia Apr 2016
There's this sort of peaceful dream
I'm not allowed to have anymore
Life is too calm
I'm in too much control
Everything is too perfect

I'm not allowed to think like that.

All of my paint has to have chips in it,
There's always a light burnt out,
Half bright, half beautiful
The shadows are always in the wrong places
The windows have to be closed

I don't get to dream of precious waves or hour glasses
I have to dream of crashing ships on jagged rocks,
My mermaids have claws,
The lighthouse keeper has been shot dead.

No one is there to hold me at two am
All of the people shove me back in the chaos
Take my ground away
I am always the one to tell myself,
"It'll be alright."
And
"It was just a dream."
But usually,
It sounds more like crying.


If someday you should chose to love me
It will be easy for me, but not for you
I want to love and love and love until I drown in it
But that's too deep for some, for me, apparently
I am not allowed to love with my whole person
To love unconditionally would be a peaceful dream
*A rose garden, a delicate dress and a fragile girl
Please comment :)
Apr 2016 · 610
Lessons
Lydia Apr 2016
I'm slowly learning what hurt feels like
I'm slowly learning what broken is
I'm slowly learning what shattered looks like
I'm slowly learning what you look like
I'm slowly learning who Hope is
I'm slowly learning what alone takes
I'm slowly learning when time really runs out
I'm slowly learning how to crumble
I'm slowly learning what repetition does
I'm slowly learning what tired looks like
I'm slowly learning how to forget you
I'm slowly learning how to walk away
I'm slowly learning lessons and making tally marks on the wall
I'm slowly learning that I've wasted all of my seconds counting them
I'm slowly learning how waiting has beaten me
I'm slowly learning how you have drawn the most blood
I'm slowly learning what beauty is
I've finally figured out how the phoenix rose from the ashes
I'm slowly learning that I am not that phoenix
I'm slowly learning that you were not a fire
I figured out months ago that you were not the moon but I haven't figured out how
I'm slowly learning how people build monuments in the sand
I'm slowly learning how those monuments survive earthquakes
I'm slowly learning that I am not those monuments but you weren't an earthquake and I wasn't built in the sand
I'm slowly learning what rebuilding looks like
When I try it myself, there are still cracks
I've learned that I'll never be quite right again
Falling in love becomes a tattoo whether you put it there or not
Perfect people need perfect people
I need someone else who has broken with the right spare parts
I've taught this to myself like the drill I am issued every afternoon
Every repetition sounds more rhythmic and correct
The glue will never harden
I could never paint over all of the cracks
I've lost some of the pieces that have been chiseled away
I'm not entirely
Energy has been lost in collision
And when I find him, I will find it again
I feel like the beginning is too repetitive but let me know what you think :) Please comment :)
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