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 Dec 2013 sarayu
Briar Rose
The facilitator said,
Go home and write a page tonight
And let that page come out of you
Then it will be true.
Well,
I live in a house
Like so many others
I have two parents,
An older brother,
And four dogs.
Fifteen going on sixteen,
I am more or less your average sophomore.
I like to read things that aren’t too long,
But just short enough to feed my head.
I like to feed my head with new things,
Because otherwise life is a meaningless circle.
I have 3 life plans
One for if I am in poverty,
One for if I am middle class,
And one for if I am rich.
This way I will never be unhappy
At least due to money.
Perpetual unhappiness and stagnation is my greatest fear.
And to run in a meaningless, monotonous circle.
I will do every thing that makes me feel alive
And helps me embrace my role in the context of the whole.
Because I have one.
And so do you,
Mrs. Sarna.
As does everyone.
It is important to note that I am an atheist.
Not even "God" can judge me.
I can barely even judge me ,
“You shall love your crooked neighbor with your crooked heart.”
And that,
Facilitator,
Is the quote I impart with you,
Because ambiguity is a vice of mine.
my poem for my english class written in the style of "Theme for English 1B" by langston hughes
 Dec 2013 sarayu
Emily
I thought that by now
I would've ran out of tears
But I guess not
You're no longer in my life
And that makes me cry
Every single day
© Peyton 2013
Why. Am. I. Breathing?
Why. Is my heart, beating?

I'm staring at the question
staring back at me.
(Why am I breathing?)

I fog my daze
with smokes and ****.
(Why is my heart beating?)

Why do I have eyes?
All for me to realize.

Tell me once
I'll lose it twice.
(Why do I have eyes?)

My crystal dance -
my only vice.
(For me to realize.)

Why am I moving?
Timelessness is soothing.

Existing as one
time is a maze.
(Why am I still moving?)

I pray I can stay
inside my crystal daze.
(Timelessness is soothing.)

Why is my chest burning?
What is my heart yearning?

Twisted lessons
elysian lies.
(Why is my chest burning?)

Distracted sight
and rooted ties.
(What is my heart yearning?)

Why do my feet itch?
How was my neck bit?

Kisses from the ocean
to the sky above.
(Why do my feet itch?)

Tasted trails of
tasteful love.
(How was my neck bit?)

Embark my empty canvas.
I pray upon the numinous.

New winds need face
for new minds embrace.
(Embark my empty canvas.)

Tuck in my shoelace
for love, I trace.
(And pray upon the numinous.)

Look at me breathing!
Feel my heart beating ?!

I'm staring at the heavens
staring back at me.
(Look at us breathing.)

I clear my gaze
with love and ease.
(Of knowing my heart is beating.)

XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
brumous:::of.grey.skies.winter.days.filled.with.heavy.clouds.or.fog.winter.cold.sunless.weather.
quaintrelle:::a.woman.who.emphasizes.a.life.of.passion.expressed.through.personal.style.
leisurely.past.times.charm.and.cultivation.of.lifes.pleasures.
elysian:::beautiful.or.creative.divinely.inspired.peaceful.and.perfect.
numinous:::describing.an.experience.that.makes.you.fearful.yet.fascinated.awed.yet.attracted.
the.powerful.personal.feeling.of.being.overwhelmed.and.inspired.
 Dec 2013 sarayu
Anna Mendes
I am not sure what this numbness is
I can feel longing aching in my bones
My desires are whimsical and paradisiacal
I crave touch
And the tickle of breath on the small of my neck
I want to feel warmth against me
I yearn for hands in tangled hair
And lips caressing cheeks.
What it would be to feel alive.
What it would be to stay up all night.
What it would be to stand in the chilling winter air
inhaling your fumes of smoke, tainting my innocence.
What it would be to feel whole
But I am not in love (with you) and there is a void where my heart used to be.
 Nov 2013 sarayu
Mathilda
How Long?
 Nov 2013 sarayu
Mathilda
How long will I love you?

Imagine that there is a planet
It's as big Jupiter
The planet is made of diamond
one of the hardest substances known

Once, each one thousand years
a swallow flies to the planet
The swallow brushes the planet
with its wingtip and then flies away

When the swallow has worn away the entire planet...
That's when I will think about stopping loving you.

Maybe.

2013.01.08
 Nov 2013 sarayu
zigzagtuesday
awwwhh, **** the ocean and how the rain smelled!
i'm not here to conjure imagery of a pre-dawn traipse across town and the oh-so profound revelations
that came just before sleep.
shadows cast at such an angle that the front lawn looked like paradise,
the pretty words spoken in low tones as if we had a secret and couldn't let the world know.

because i wake up on the floor with something sticky in my hair and one contact twisted up in my eye that makes me squint.
i'm struck still by brash remarks on my own part
and the forgotten reactions by another
(memory fails in all  the right places)
i can not look a soul in the eye and my mumbling is half-natural and three quarters shame.
and i feel it deeply.

there will be no romanticising the ache that sticks
in your head
i will not mention how i felt life,
so freely and completely in the very hours i seek here to discount.

**** the strange beauty in pain
and **** our futures
only time will drown out the rest
the least i could do is accurately encapsulate
the pure feeling of all the ways life is nothing at all
like a poem.
 Nov 2013 sarayu
KandiLynnnn
Watching you being there,
tasting the smell on your mouth,
makes me uneasy.

Yet in your absence I wait for you with nervous hands,
for I tell myself that only
you being there
can make me whole.

I loathe the way you caress me with mahogany eyes
as if there is more inside of my heart than coal.

The constant battle between my-selfs become tiring
paired with the
war against your
fathomless,
ordinary,
spiritless,
love.

Achilles never fought as fiercly against Hector
as I do against my brutish thoughts.

The silence gets so loud sometimes
and my hands won't stop trembling
with the fear that I might be right.

I whisper to myself to wait another night.
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