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Oct 2015 · 1.0k
Parliament of Owls.
Sarah Oct 2015
I am so
insanely in
love with you

your brown,
owl-eyes.
Your tousled,
feather hair

I am absolutely,
indescribably,
sickeningly
in love with
you,

(you
don't love me,
and that's not
news to
me.)

But I'll still love you
I'll still love you in
that place where
you're spent
hiding
in the trees

I'll love you and your parliament of owls
until the coffin's lid
shuts down
on me.
Oct 2015 · 14.0k
Can't Live Without You.
Sarah Oct 2015
It's been a year
since I saw you
die

since I slept rest-
lessly, my forehead pressed
against your
hospital bed

Night after night
your struggling
breath and
the beep beep beep of
your monitors

It's been a year spent
licking my wounds
in hopes that they
would heal,
like people say that
time will do

It's been a year
since I saw you
die
and, my
love,

I still can't
live without
you.
Oct 2015 · 571
Sunset's Encore
Sarah Oct 2015
I walked into
the concert
hall
and saw you
on the
stage, a glow
of amber
light filling
up the night- a
sparkling fleck of
gold in
the river
path of
life

There you were,
such home to
me
such a wonted
sense
to me
a quiet type of
thrill that's like the
hatching
of an egg or the
stirring of a bird
making her way
through
Autumn's leaves
to ride with
dawn

There you were
on stage,
immersed in
October's Sandaraca
and I thought
you were,
I think,
you are,
I hope
you are
at home with me and
every sunset's
encore.
Oct 2015 · 274
Believe Again
Sarah Oct 2015
I've given a
new name
to my hopes-

looking forward,
when Winter is
a stone throw's
away

I may be a
Goddess of
silver lining, always
trying to
wade through
the thickened blue

But I used to know
nothing of
Romance or even
believe that
love existed

but now I will not leave
behind what's handed
to me, and, Godammit,
I'll stir the *** until
the fumes take
over

And I'll look back
at every thought
of you and
thank fate for
the time

And smile
even though
I lost you-

you made me
believe in
love again
Oct 2015 · 251
Settle
Sarah Oct 2015
I like you.

I really do.
You're not perfect, and I'm not either.

There aren't stars
when I see
you,
a violet swirl
of painful
desire,
but

I'm happy.

And you are too.

They tell me
not to
settle,
but
every time,
I have to settle.

If it's you or someone new,
every time,
I'll have to settle

because I'll always be
me and
no one will ever
be him
Oct 2015 · 571
Trash Can Fire.
Sarah Oct 2015
Stand by,
feel the warmth,
of the flame
burning like a
bulb in
me
My love,
stand by,
put your hands
out, in the
night to
warm your
frozen
fingers
against the
fire,
Oh god,
pull your gloves off.
Your hat off.
Your jacket and
your scarf.
Pull back your sweater and
all the blinds that keep your
love contained,
your love
hidden from
me-

I know you're in there.

Where there's a match,
there's potential,
an undeveloped inferno,
the conviction of
a heaven draped in
light that fills the
spaces in your
wreckage.

I'll strike you 1,000 times
to
pull you out
from the dark.
Oct 2015 · 306
Fading, Blue.
Sarah Oct 2015
I haven't thought
about you in
awhile
how soft
you looked
within your
bed, your
hands a
fading shade
of
blue

I don't want
to abandon
you,
the thought
of you,
the ghost of
you that sleeps
in my bed
at night
with me

there's a reason
I'm so stoic now,
so somber now,
my chin up while I'm
quiet now

There's nothing I can
think to say
since you lie
in a bed of
white and
next thing
I know
you were
ashes being
sprinkled on
Reno

I haven't thought
about you in
awhile, it's
fading shades
of blue
Oct 2015 · 367
Hoping, Drinking, Tenderly.
Sarah Oct 2015
You have no
idea
what you
do to
me

You are the boy
I love.

you are a
painting that I can't
work my way
out of-
that I can't find
the cure
for-

a remedy,  a poison
you're metallic absinthe
that's bewitching me;
I still tip the cup for more.

in the devil's hour,
in the dark, peach-pit hue
of midnight,
you have no
clue
what you
do to me

and I'll drink you.

I'll drink a whole ******* keg of you.

I'll drink you until I
can't stand up
and until I forget
that you
have no
clue what
you do
to me

You're the boy I love
and I can't stop
hoping,
drinking,
tenderly.
Oct 2015 · 297
I'm Able to Love You.
Sarah Oct 2015
Usually I'd be
brokenhearted, and,
believe me,
I was-
knowing that we
can't be together
and that maybe,
maybe you don't even
love me and maybe
never will-

but instead,
I'm happy.
I'm so ******* thrilled.
I am so in love with you that
even unreturned,
my heart's in bliss

Passion
is capable
in me-
and that in this
earth,
on this plane,
somewhere where I
was ****** into
at birth,
you exist.

God,
you exist and
I'm able to
love
you.
Oct 2015 · 347
Supernova.
Sarah Oct 2015
I'm going to live
with your love within my
self

where you're every single moon beam
every agate that I found when we
were kids

I'm going to live
with you in my heart,
in my mind,
in my constant,
mascara-eyed
disrepair

I'm going to love you until
there's no supernova
left in existence
until the dust has
settled into a
ceaseless tar of
black has-beens
and wash-ups
and until
the edge of
a once-was beach
has finally
pushed away
the sea

You're a star and I'm going to love you
until the sun burns out and
then,
I'm going to relight,
re-live,
and my god,
I'm going to love you
again.
Oct 2015 · 296
Fondly On.
Sarah Oct 2015
Are these the days
I'll look back,
fondly on?

when I think,
how could this life
get any worse- you're not
here and I'm in love
with your ghost.

But baby, we had
it good.
When the nights weren't
so cold
and the hope of blossoming
love was still
budding with
the charm of
August nights
and endless
fits of song

Are these the days I'll look back fondly on?
Oct 2015 · 308
Steady Ember
Sarah Oct 2015
It hurt so much
when you first
said that you don't
love me

and now the
pang of rejection,
the sound of dismissal,
the so-far-from-fleeting-feeling of
refusal's
like a
healing wound that's on
my skin.

You can't stop me.

You can't stop me from
loving you with the
insatiable craving for
all that you are,
the undefinable hope
when you've said that
there's none

but after time,
after an October of
not hearing your voice,
unanswered love sleeps
so quietly within
me,
gently in me,
where for a moment,
the burn is just a
silent cinder
who glows
without
completely
fading
  away

I'm letting it kindle,
kindle in me
and
when you realize you
love me, let
this steady ember guide
you home.
Oct 2015 · 625
Fragile.
Sarah Oct 2015
Oh my,
darling,
standing there
in denim
where your
eyes immediately
go to mine
and your hands,
magnets to
my waist

You say that you
don't love me

now you can't stop kissing me

and sometimes,
between kissing,
you hold my nervous jaw
between your hands and you push my
head against your chest
and you hold me like
a china doll you've
caught from
falling

how is it
you can hold me
like this
and say that you
don't love me

Love,
I've never felt more
fragile
and more sheltered
all the same.
Oct 2015 · 261
Men and a View.
Sarah Oct 2015
Every man I date
has a
balcony
with a view
This is something I
noticed as
I was driving
to the café today,

Every man I
date
chose his
apartment for
the sights- so what,
if anything,
does that say about
me?

A man with a
skyline.
A man with a
view.
Another
man that's replacing
the every thought
of sleeping in
a tree-tall
loft with
you

I only date men who
love a good view.
Oct 2015 · 901
Wounds.
Sarah Oct 2015
I heard from you
again
and
pretended like
it didn't sting,
that it didn't
burn the
open,
painful
wound

How bad does it
have to get
before
I start to heal
the injury
of knowing
you don't want me
and that
I'll always
be here wanting you,

It's not fair that I'm in love with you
and that
I'm tending to our
wounds.
Oct 2015 · 1.1k
October Promise.
Sarah Oct 2015
On this morning,
where the road's
reflecting gold

I think of all the
promises I've
made myself,
the sun, a draping
curtain over daybreak

and I wrap a scarf
around my neck
and hold my bony
hands
against my heart

It's October and
I've learned to love
myself again.
Oct 2015 · 375
Seed
Sarah Oct 2015
This is the
start,
the spark
of something
new,
a little seed who
seems
inconspicuous
inconspicuously full of
potential-
who could grow
into an
awkward
vine,
a climbing little
tower outstretching
towards the sunlight

this is the
start
of
what could be
a tree that forever
flowers
and bears its fruit
for you.
Oct 2015 · 445
Roseburg.
Sarah Oct 2015
My stomping grounds is
the Umpqua
where
we're
Daughters.
Sisters.
Friends.
and Lovers.

In the Umpqua Valley where we're
Men who
work in
lumber yards
and sweat
the day
away

Where we come home
at Autumn's dusk
and put dinner on
the stove and
send our kids
to school next
day

where we felt like they were
safe
the next day

My hometown is
Roseburg
where
we're now
known for
a violence that
doesn't exist in us
but now defines us

where you've spoken on your lips the place that
cultivated me
that is me.

Roseburg and the Umpqua
aren't synonymous with
tragedy,
but my God,
what a tragedy.
**R.I.P. to  all of the victims of the UCC Shooting- **
*I attended this college and was raised in this community.*
Oct 2015 · 601
Red Moon
Sarah Oct 2015
They say
the blood moon
is a bad omen-

hanging in
the sky
on the other
side
of a permanent
polluted
lens, a
filter
that we've made
and now is how
we must
enjoy the
stars

Red Moon,
Dear Red Moon behind
Earth's dusty
curtain,
I don't know what it means
or why the color
rouge
effects me, so

but I can feel the
black sky
crawling, moving, dancing,
a pendant against stars it cannot
touch and continuing
to blush in
rose.
Sep 2015 · 335
Lewis.
Sarah Sep 2015
C.S. Lewis said
to love is
to be
vulnerable


and I'm so tired
of that

it's a wound I
can't stop
touching
and so,
it hurts
again

so after all
is said and
done-
after you've put your
keyhole glasses
on
a nightstand
far from me,
I hope that
this blue
October's
filled with
our last
summer's
peace

I still love you
and that's
all of
everything.
Sep 2015 · 392
You, the Cavern.
Sarah Sep 2015
You're a
dark
cavern,
where I have
to
breathe a
little deeper
or risk not
breathing at all

as I am trying
to make my way
through the
black, an endless
cave of what-comes-next
(I have no idea
     of what comes next),
I know
that
If you gave me more
time,
you could (maybe)
love
me
too

it's here against
the grotto
that is
nudging me
and slowly
pushing into
me, my eyes
adjust to the
darkness that is
you
Sep 2015 · 352
The Most.
Sarah Sep 2015
You were standing,
a silhouette against
the icy blue of
a northwest bay-
the most beautiful
shoreline you've seen
,
you said,
and love, do I
agree.

even standing
by this ocean,
in this dew-drop
forest I
call home,
overwhelmed
by Oregon's
beauty once
again
-

I'm taken aback because
you're so beautiful.

and all I can possibly
see
is you.
Sep 2015 · 321
Something I Shouldn't Say.
Sarah Sep 2015
I don't have
anything to
say to you that
I should
probably say

so we go on,
not speaking
for loss of
words and
lack of
guts

but what I do not say
that I should not
say
is that
you are everything I've
ever needed and
you don't even
know it.

And I know you
have no confidence-
Darling,
and I know you
think it's pity,
when I'm so nurturing
with you-
which is why
I'll never tell
you
that
for the first time
I'm in love- truly
in love- the
agony,
pain,
desperation of
love-

it's with you!
and
you'll never
know because
I love you
too much
for you
to know

and it's just something
I cannot say.
Sep 2015 · 282
Write This Way
Sarah Sep 2015
I don't know why
I have to be near you
for insight to
come to me

I have to be lying
in your arms
to feel the
quiet touch
of poetry
coaxing
thoughts
and words
out of me

...whispering in your ear
about
butterflies and
dreams
and days that
brought us ease- much
lighter than the window
shows
today

I don't want you to be the one who makes me write this way
Sep 2015 · 635
I Read Your Tarot.
Sarah Sep 2015
When I read
your
tarot
and I placed the cards in a
Celtic Cross

I pulled the Hanging
Man,
The Emperor...
The Hermit and then,
Death.

I see what you're doing.

I see where you hide.

I see that you're burdened by
the past that spun around you, out of your control- a child
who
was shown a world that
often touches in a way
that is not kind-

that is this world
and
I'm a part of it
too.

Hold any card
you want,
my love,

touch any card of
mine.

Hold me
to your chest
and feel the love
that life can
give
a
soul
like yours
who holds the
marks of
many ghosts
existing in
the past

I'll hold out my empty hands
for you

to fall into
when you
can
finally
open
your eyes.
Sep 2015 · 798
Love Smack.
Sarah Sep 2015
I see now
what they say
how love
smacks you
in the face

like an inevitable
falling leaf
or
how the moon
pulls at the
waves

love is un-
controllable
and can't be
cut away
and only
grows
incessantly with
your
every embrace
Sep 2015 · 247
This Moment.
Sarah Sep 2015
There's a moment
I keep
going back to.

Where we're sitting
just you,
and I,
in front of the
Clarence Carter
record
turning.

And you reach to touch
my hand,
softer than
before the
day you told
me this was
nothing.

In every moment,
I'm not with you-
and where you tell me
I'm just a
good friend


I'll keep going back
to this place
where we're sitting
on the floor,
laughing,
holding
hands.
Sep 2015 · 353
Ending and Beginning
Sarah Sep 2015
so
sweetly,
sadly,
hopefully
sings
an
inevitable
ending

and so
surely
she
replies
with the
promise of a
new beginning

I think I
might love
you
&
I think I
could try
to
wait for you
to love
me too

It's only the ending
and you're only my
beginning
Sep 2015 · 465
The Problem with Hats.
Sarah Sep 2015
The problem with
hats
is that when
you wear them
for awhile
your head is
hot,
but held
and
you almost
forget they're there

The problem with
hats is
that when they sit
there for
awhile
and when you
resign to the
weight
on your head-
you take them off
and you can
still feel
them there
for awhile

That's the problem with
hats
and the problem with
you,
here,
with me
now.
Sep 2015 · 300
Janis.
Sarah Sep 2015
Early this
morning

when the sun had
started her
rise

I put the needle
on Janis Joplin
and she sang to
autumn's chilly
dark

and I filled in my
eyebrows
with a soft, brown
pencil
and I stared at my
self in the
mirror as
I curled my
hair

and I saw you in my
eyes ,
                 somewhere.


I'm giving it my best shot
not to see you
anymore
and so
I put
my
feathered
black
hunter's hat
on and
I venture out
into the
day.
Sep 2015 · 401
Clawfoot.
Sarah Sep 2015
In my red
bathtub,
my ceramic,
clawfoot
bathtub,
with a single
yellow light,
above the mirror-

I lie with you
a lover who
holds me in his
arms,
romantically

I've never met
a friend
like you
who I love
so endless-
ly

and as we lie,
the water
slowly
cooling,
our knobby
knees bobbing
in the bliss

I know there's love
for me
in you
I see it somewhere
in your
touch
even though
I'm just a friend

I love you and you
know it
and I hope one
day you'll show it
too.
Sep 2015 · 320
Friends.
Sarah Sep 2015
There you were
at the end
of my driveway
your bright red
hat against
September's
fog of sunrise

There you were
as you as
ever
waiting with
your hands
shoved in your
pockets

And there I was.
totally
in love
with you-
my gloves and scarves and clothes
hiding my
feelings

so I'll go to
the farm with you.
I'll walk the muddy
apple lines
with you
and I'll pretend it
doesn't hurt me
when
you do not
say my name

and later,
when the LP is on
and the cider's on my stove-
and the dogs are running,
and your body is
pressing mine
I'll hold my breath
as to not tell
you
I love you
ceaselessly

hold me for
another
moment
and remind me
we're just
friends.
Sep 2015 · 689
Sinkhole
Sarah Sep 2015
After he died
I saw you
sinking

slowly,
at first,
quietly.
Expressionless.
without the
flailing of arms
you were falling.

You didn't even try to
catch your
balance as
the sinkhole
pulled you down
into a darkness
so deep
that

nothing exists

nothing
long enough
to touch
the bottom
where you sat
and where you
met demise

You were such
a beautiful
woman
&
so far down
that you
couldn't
remember
the sky.
Sep 2015 · 207
Love you.
Sarah Sep 2015
I know
I'm not the
"best"
that you could
find,

but all I
wanted
to do was
love you.
Sep 2015 · 323
I'm a Woman
Sarah Sep 2015
All of my life
I wanted to be
a woman-

and now that
I am
I don't know
what more I
could want

but I am
not fulfilled
and I feel
like
something's missing

lipstick and
high heels
and a feminine figure
decorated
in pearls and
stones-
a childhood dream
in action
and an anxious woman,

alone.
Sep 2015 · 201
Untitled
Sarah Sep 2015
Is sitting outside
in the cold,
trying to
find form
in the black
night sky
really worth
the
fireworks?
Sep 2015 · 357
Take You With Me
Sarah Sep 2015
I want to take you
with me,
but I know
you don't
belong there

when your hands
are speaking out
their silent words
of dreaming a-
bout
stages where
the burning
lights are
melting
fear
away

it's
calling you

like no one else exists
because
your hands
nothing else exists
and
so
I can't
take you with me

while the music's
taking you
Sep 2015 · 330
You'll Make It.
Sarah Sep 2015
I found a
cassette tape
at a
vintage
store
while you
hovered over your piano

and later realized
inside
there was
an autograph-
Roy Orbison that read
"Hugs & Kisses - Roy"

I could get it checked
get it appraised
get the papers to
prove it's
true

or I could keep it
on my
dashboard
let the tape spin out
its days and
smile to think that
it's signed,
touched by the
artist who
made it.

In that same way
I could force out
how you feel for
me
make you rise from
your piano,
focus on me
tell me that I bother you
or maybe,
even that you love me

but instead,
I'll let you
spin out your days- be a
friend to
you as you rise
to the top
(I'll always be yours
in candor, I'll be more)
& I'll smile to think that
I've been touched
by an artist
who made it.
Sep 2015 · 411
Anger's Less
Sarah Sep 2015
When it comes to
feeling,
anger is a lot less
romantic
than love

but still the fire
burns,
a bourbon furnace
of guilt and
feeling I'm
not good
enough-
a raging
furnace fed
by love

sitting alone
and hating
that
I'm not
everything you
need
because I didn't know
I needed love
until
I learned I needed
you

Anger's a lot less
romantic than
love,
where poetry's
concerned.
Sep 2015 · 348
Resist
Sarah Sep 2015
I think
you
love me.

I think
you love me and
you're terrified.

I think
I linger on your lips
like bitter, velvety coffee
that you crave and
that you need
that you can't

resist

I think
that nothing lasts
forever, but
that here and
now, you
love me and
that is why
you push
me
away
and that
is why you've told me
that you feel
nothing.
Sep 2015 · 607
Carriage and Age
Sarah Sep 2015
As I've gotten older
the veins in my hands sometimes
thicken when
the air is hot
and dry
and I see the bulging
rivers, balloon tubes
full of hot blood
flexing over my
working,
carpal-
tunnel
hands

And sometimes the veins
on my legs look
bluer
than I recall-
when I'm in a hot
bath and
my knee bobs up
from the water
for a breath,
a whale's head-
blue veins like
crocheted doilies
who decorate my
Europe skin

Age is such a
funny thing- just a way
to tell time
my rosy skin
is a physical
clock
and it's the
beautiful
carriage that
transports my
mind.
Sep 2015 · 288
26.
Sarah Sep 2015
26.
There are only
26 letters
to rearrange in
ways that explain
what I'm feeling

There aren't enough
lines, dashes, dots on a
page to tell you
that I love you
and I'm
yours

I know that you don't
want me,
says your 26 letters,
and I know that you're
afraid
and I know the way I
put 26
together
can be completely
overwhelming,

but darling,
26 or 7,
3 or 100-
letters are
irrelevant to the
words I want to
say to you
and can't quite
put together

There are only 26 letters
who can't convey
what I'm feeling.
Sep 2015 · 602
Stir the Pot.
Sarah Sep 2015
Before you died,
you told me to
stir the *** more-
to find a
collection of
spoons and constantly
stir away

what work, it is
to stand over a steaming,
boiling,
unpredictable
cauldron of hopes
and desires-
of possible failures and
heart breaks
and to continue to push the spoon
scrape the spoon against
the metal

if you don't stir
don't push
don't consistently
tend to soup
it will stay stuck
on the bottom.
Sep 2015 · 219
Happened
Sarah Sep 2015
The moment that
I met him
I knew that this
would not
end well
the way
he
heard what I
was saying and
made me feel like some-
one again

What happened to
"you're beautiful"
and the softest
touch against
my cheek?

I'm happy that it's raining
because dear, sad sky,
can I relate.
Sep 2015 · 284
Tombs and Poison
Sarah Sep 2015
I'm not sure if
drinking the poison
of other men is
helping me
dull the burn
of missing
you

if taking the glass of
red elixir to
my lips, holding my nose with a
pinch of my fingers,
closing my eyes, throwing my head back
and hoping the
blackened scorch of
you leaving me is
gone when I open
my eyes
with someone new
is working

I'm not sure
if waking up
with someone else's
pain-filled
core
who has
loves to forget,
hopes to nurse,
people who have
died and left them
behind is
adding to the
graveyard where
thoughts of you are
being pushed so deep
into who I am
and added to the
ground that
I call my body

My life is filled
with tombstones
of you and no other
man has been able
to dig you out
of me.
Sep 2015 · 834
Jealous.
Sarah Sep 2015
I don't know how
but I need to say
I am jealous of
every gust of wind
who spends a
moment in time
wrapped around
you

every day on the
calendar who
demands your attention-
a wristwatch that
always finds your
gaze,
you
need it

I have to say
I'm jealous of each
waking moment
that begs your presence
and that I do not
consume your thoughts
like you do
mine

I know you're not happy
and baby,
I'm unhappy too


but the difference is
you can go on without
having me,
but I'm too jealous to
go on without
you.
Sep 2015 · 242
Sleep You.
Sarah Sep 2015
I tried to
sleep you
out of my
system

but I only
rose to
find that
I'm more
tired
than before
and sickly
missing
you.
Sep 2015 · 480
Grand Duvet
Sarah Sep 2015
The trees are
quietly
changing
with the
turn table's slow
rotation
and
Autumn's tapping
on the window
sill again
"let me in, my
dear.
Forget about the summer
sun who wilt your
pretty petals..."

as the morning chill
is taking
over and
I wake consumed by
my grand
duvet,
I know each day
is further now
from you.

I don't want to be in love anymore.
Sep 2015 · 675
Starfish Translators.
Sarah Sep 2015
It's funny that
hands are the
soul's translators-

always moving in ways
to export internal data
into life's shared existence

To fill up space with
the physicality of
ideas and thoughts-
create waves of
deep-body
ocean dreams

here, now, hands click-clacking
to translate a piece of my
well-versed, English-taught,
trying-to-behave-and-get-it-right-
find-its-place­
soul

Look at these little
starfish translators
always trying
to fabricate all that
I am and
know

it's curious to have such
sweet translators of the
soul
Sep 2015 · 760
Love is a road
Sarah Sep 2015
I always wanted to
be in love

to feel the incessant
fire of
passion,
longing,
needing
someone all the
time

and now that I have fallen
plunged into the
pewter shades
of the prison
that is
obsession,
I want to go back

Love is a road that
forks into
a myriad
of arteries
where once
in the pulse
of continuity
one cannot
regress

I'd never wish
the
hopeless pain of
insatiable love
on
anyone
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