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saige Mar 2018
counting blossoms
can't smell them, not through the cold
few hundred on this tree
few more at my feet
tragic
last thing we need
is for spring to die young
saige Mar 2018
sometimes I fear
for the world as a whole
beautiful planet we have here
going to **** before our time
or eyes
except no one's really looking
not too closely anyway
for that would be insanity
because some things aren't clear
so sometimes, we blur lines
we're meant to color inside of
what's one more swift mess up
we forgot to erase?
instead, wipe us away
this clean slate, so they say
gets dirtier with every never-ending day
sometimes I fear
the world as a whole
saige Mar 2018
Behold this refined reflection
Of chaos I've collected
Over a million-odd moons

Reload this fog and smear
Squeaky streaks in glass where
Fingertips became brushes

mirror mirror on the wall
make my lips fuller
cheeks hollow
nose small
and eyes long
for nothing
may distort me now
saige Mar 2018
i can't spell love out
its letters flap a whirlwind
meanings flush up and down my chest
yet never sideways
i can scribe it, dream it
spill it on the pavement
curse it, shout it
even vow it
which i am doing now
but mercy knows,
i can't spell love out
it'd take all the concrete
this side of the coastline
to put my foot down
and kick chaos into an elixir
but you poured everything
watched a heart turn to stone
cold
cracked it, chipped it
etched our name in it
then crushed it
i couldn't cast that sort of spell to save us
to turn us into something that
loves
cement images
with our handprints in them
saige Mar 2018
I won't ask you not to go
For you might stay.

I don't get it.

I love you, but I can't live
In chalk and charcoal for much longer.
I love you, but I can't live
On this god-forsaken acre anymore.

I understand
and wish I didn't.
saige Feb 2018
of course you can stay here
where safety is synonymous with wasting
where you can water your paper whites
funnel your life into words
dust your suitcase
brush your hair
and rename the stars
from your kitchen window
       
but when you remember
when that passion hits you
like a boomerang
and beckons you
like a baby brother, or big sister
like guiding lights
and abandoned pups
all the same
don't let anything
a hitched breath nor a fitful heart
still your stampede to the door

for in that fleeting moment
time will catch and crash behind you
urging you onward
lending a splithair head-start
in a fresh lap
of your leap for life

so bolt into the world
and don't check the mirror
on your way out
don't leave a note
those who love you
will jump for joy knowing
you couldn't break from dancing
as you fled

don't let your eyes tell you if it's raining
but don't let your feet stop you if they do
don't keep track of whys and nots
don't keep a greenhouse of regrets
and dear, sweet dreamer
don't you dare come back
saige Feb 2018
and if
at three in the morning
your life comes tapping at your window
don't close the curtains
open the pane
and don't wait for a serenade
just jump
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