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I creep into this space.
This tiny glass place.
I know it all to well.
I came here every time I fell.

The walls falling in on me.
Just wishing they'd hear my plea.
It's all over now.
I've thought too long on how.

It just needs to be the end.
So long I've thought on you I could depend.
No more will I know who I can trust.
I'm just a crumb on the outside of this crust.

I feel comfortable here.
This place is built on fear.
It's almost as if I like it.
I know it's too late to just quit.

So I reach to the sky.
I don't need to wonder why.
I'll continue to push and strive.
I'll get to the time I feel alive.
 Mar 2013 Savannah Varney
k
i love your good mornings
the first thing when i wake up,
i love the way you tell me your frustrations
and listen when i whine for hours,
i love the way you disapprove
of my irresponsibility
and the way you care too much,
i love the promises you've made
and the promises that we'll make together someday,
i love the assurance and the safety
that you bring me,
i love the steaming jealousy i feel
every time your gone,
i love the yelling and
the smiles and
the laughter and
the pain.
i love you when we're happy
but i love you when we're not,
because i love
every inch of
who
we
are.
and i love that every day
you make me see
that everything about us
is worth
loving

forever.
 Mar 2013 Savannah Varney
k
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 Mar 2013 Savannah Varney
k
Underwater we have lived for years,
Where purple, blue, and yellow coral grows,
The wondrous colors erase all our fears,
And we drift on wherever the wind blows.
Dance with jellyfish and let go of our souls,
Swim with sharks and dwell on reckless love,
Always craving to lose all control,
And never look back to the world above.
Doze on sand while snails tickle our feet,
We lose our minds in tangles of seaweed,
Forget the future when lips touch so sweet,
So sure and confident that we will never bleed.
But we have human lungs not gills instead,
And then we notice everyone is dead.
I hardly have my eyes
open while I'm driving
anymore.
I will not swerve,

baby, I swear,
I will serve you.

I need you
at the day's end,
pull back the
pavement for you.

Goin' down

tail end.

Not a statement
concerning you.

*You said you like to make love in the dark 'cause it's a lost art and you told me to calm down, to relax, you told me that it's okay to explain things the same way 'cause being too original used to get you killed, and you fed me jazz and you licked my lips,
you drew two hearts, one on my car, and one on my hip.
Wallowing
in a stagnant,
skeptical world,
you must live.
Run river, run
you are no forest,

you do not stand still,
and you can never go back.
Logic need not follow,
but it always will,
and that is all it can do,
it is all
I can do.

Pleasure seeker,
still mindful of the gods;
Dionysus, Apollo,
Hanuman, Saraswati
in your heart,
never at odds.

Show no humility,
only invincibility,
make yourself cry
twice weekly.

Leave your mouth watering,
leave your mothers wanting more.

What if the cacophony broke the barricades?
Noise, noise, noise, noise, poison!
Gasp as the venom creeps to your brain,
grasp at the hilt of the dagger, dilettante, for all we can see
is that friends are always followed by pain.
deep exchanges of conversation
clear evidence of our sins

to go back now

to fix the wrong

an impossible possibility


irreversible devastation,
together that was our only creation

was our love merely and illusion
a fabrication of something that did not really exist?

it cannot be

yet so vividly i see

the reminders fading to a shade of purple on my wrists

aching in my heart

darkness in your soul

a downward spiral

Not everyone’s happy place is happy
I feel restless
mind racing
heart beating impatiently

wandering

not in darkness
far from light

no reason to feel
unsettled as I do

perhaps it is the rain

I should be content
naked beneath my sheets
smelling of lavender and mint

why should I long for a feeling
something i can neither grasp
nor describe

yet I can feel its empty weight

pressure.

bearing down on me slowly
oh how very slowly

seducing my spirit

my soul

discontent longing

for what

I do not know
Marijuana bowls
Bubbleubbleubbleubbleubble
Red eyes all around
I’d like to be your lungs,
a necessity,
forever expanding and contracting
always a place for me
inside of you.

Again I crack,
crumble
and settle at your feet.

Looking up at you,
you’re closer to the sun
than anyone should be.

I dampen my heels
in pools of nostalgia:
elixir of the heart
and a simultaneous poison.

Even the pale tree-leaves,
in a conspiracy
allude to you.

I tell myself
these circumstances
are beyond my control.

Sitting patiently,
I practice not thinking
of you.
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