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Nov 2015 · 477
OPEN CLUSTER
September Nov 2015
I believe in something greater than I—
Which throws men back to the birth of their skies
and pickpockets labor from the sweater of a women's religion.

I believe in something greater than I—
which gives four dimensions a chance to be visualized
by eyes that have only seen three ways of life.

I believe in something greater than I—
Which was born 14 billion lifetimes ago
but was alive before that.

I believe in time.
And time, and time again.
Gr8r than eyE
Nov 2015 · 426
lower cas(t)e
September Nov 2015
WHEN I WAS FIFTEEN, THE FIRST PERSON I WOULD EVER GROW UP TO LOVE TOLD ME THAT TO BELONG WAS THE GREATEST THING HUMANITY HAS ACHIEVED.

"JE SUIS A TOI, TU ES A MOI, I AM SORRY FOR MY AWFUL VERB CONJUGATION."

I AM THEIR AGE NOW AND DO NOT UNDERSTAND.

WERE YOUR IDEAS FORMED LIKE HYDROGEN TO HELIUM OR WAS IT OXYGEN, LITHIUM, CARBON, COPPER.

I AM NOT YOURS, YOU ARE NOT MINE. MAYBE ONE DAY I WILL WANT TO BELONG TO SOMEONE BUT I WILL NEVER WANT SOMEONE TO BELONG TO ME.
Nov 2015 · 465
IV
September Nov 2015
IV
III
your third eye opened when you stopped telling people to align their ******* chakras

II
if you only ever stopped to look at me, if you only ever opened your two—

I
never loved you.
fv sx svn
September Oct 2015
It's not morning sickness if it only happens when I wake up next to you,

baby.
Oct 2015 · 398
soup
September Oct 2015
i am still waiting for the day you wake up from your three-year sleep
Oct 2015 · 346
Little Boy in the Sky
September Oct 2015
Oh, look at us
who have burned entire cities
just to hold the sun in our hands.
I have an astronomy midterm today.
Oct 2015 · 352
wolleY
September Oct 2015
and when you

double space your lines apart

(equivalent to an inch

on the textbook you only use for

a surface)

there will always be a soft spot

in my heart

that i want you to call home
driB
Oct 2015 · 6.1k
Melanin
September Oct 2015
I don't miss you—I just think of you
Oct 2015 · 480
woodstove
September Oct 2015
if i am          fine
you are          fine
like words written on the lines of your lips
i will taste the way you heard me speak
and watch the home videos of our time together
in the reflection of your eyes.

penciling in our heights on the walls
trying to see who could reach the ceiling first
if i am          fine
you are          fine
man.
Oct 2015 · 305
Anna
September Oct 2015
"Even after starving myself of love,
I am still wondering
If the hunger ever goes away.
I do not know which is more romantic—
if it does,
or if it does not."
Oct 2015 · 288
2 YEARS LESS A DAY
September Oct 2015
I still remember how to spell your (real) name
Sep 2015 · 524
I fell asleep on the ground
September Sep 2015
I waited forever, but there was never a "right time" to tell you.
I think I found the wrong time, however.
and it was April 2014
Sep 2015 · 287
Sunday Morning
September Sep 2015
It has been another morning:
Of waking up hungover,
looking back on all the decisions I regret
and words I said too loudly.

Last night,
I did not drink
but I still
wake up
hungover with regret.
It's a wednesday.
Sep 2015 · 410
What's Yours is Yours
September Sep 2015
This fence between our lawns is failing but we will still keep these lines drawn, like spray paint on the side of a closed restaurant.

And I will look but never cross the line.
And I will look but never cross the line.
There is no us
Sep 2015 · 327
vowels
September Sep 2015
you have come and gone again,
and i am left half-awake.
it was a sunny day,
if you looked above the neon numbers.
once again, i am caught:
sleeping through
my last alarm.
consonants
Sep 2015 · 325
Bloom
September Sep 2015
I was late to my last doctors appointment—
too busy watching the waves come in
and out—and in—and out—
of my vision.
The leaves have fallen and I have only just turned red
late again.
Sep 2015 · 312
WE DRANK WHITE RUM
September Sep 2015
On the last time I sat on your bed.

He was the eye of a storm within my mind. Calamity. Calm. Calamity. Short sentences with long ideals. He taught me that the people I forget about most easily are the people that just might be the most important.  I guess I really am sorry that I made you cry, maybe.
south
Sep 2015 · 528
WE DRANK BLACK RUM
September Sep 2015
On the first time I walked your bridge.

He had one foot holding the chapel door from locking, but the other was in my direction. I know you wouldn't have taken two steps towards me, but we both agreed it was fun to imagine that which we didn't believe in. We didn't say goodbye—but I heard a door close.
north
Jun 2015 · 525
Pedofilya
September Jun 2015
One day I will be six-hundred and four,
and you will be two-hundred and fifty—
but that is okay, because
you will still call me and I
will still have the memories of our memories.
*"He spoke with
a russian tongue—blue, snowy, and
cold.
Jun 2015 · 532
ADDITION
September Jun 2015
You and I
were an amalgamate of
two forms of hatred,
sixty shouted swear words,
seven hundred kilometers of happiness, and
one thousand reasons to wake up,
smiling.
September Jun 2015
Read, and regurgitate—review and reiterate—perceive and perpetuate—
Agitate the invertebrate—
Spineless, mindless,
     your body is a mess.
Your finest has blindness but he still could pass a test—only of literacy, of liberty,
     of mystery and misery.
We don't possess the ability in the end
     to comprehend.
May 2015 · 488
WHEN YOU WERE HAPPY
September May 2015

I WANT YOU TO LAUGH LIKE YOU USED TO AT THOSE CAT VIDEOS AFTER I MADE YOU WATCH A HORROR MOVIE. I WANT YOU TO LAUGH LIKE YOU WERE WATCHING YOUR OLDER BROTHER FALL OFF HIS BIKE. I WANT YOU TO LAUGH AT ME BECAUSE IT DIDN'T HURT AS MUCH AS IT SHOULD HAVE. I WANT YOU TO LAUGH LIKE YOU FORGOT WHAT WE WERE LAUGHING ABOUT. I WANT YOU TO LAUGH LIKE YOU WERE LIVING IN A WORLD WHERE THE ONLY TIME YOUR MOTHER WENT TO THE HOSPITAL WAS TO HAVE YOU. I WANT YOU TO LAUGH LIKE YOU FORGOT YOU DON'T TALK TO ME ANYMORE. I WANT YOU TO LAUGH. I WANT YOU. I WANT. I—

May 2015 · 359
MIND
September May 2015
Sleep around like clouds
I cloud your mind
and
your mind is broken

***** will ruin your life
so be careful when you go to sleep
because we're sleeping together
and i will touch every part of your


mind
May 2015 · 333
You'll be on my mind
September May 2015
Proximity does not lead to permissivity
Another day goes by right next to you
Another day we forget to speak
May 2015 · 359
time heals no wounds
September May 2015
i wanted to kiss you 14 minutes ago
May 2015 · 295
andnowidon'tknowwhereitwent
September May 2015
you brought out the best in me
mc
September Apr 2015
people die when we forget that they're alive in our minds
your memory is haunting me
Apr 2015 · 476
russian
September Apr 2015
taste me, oh, i taste like god—
upon your tongue and we spoke a new language,
together.
waiting for
that apple
to fall.
Mar 2015 · 519
We Built a Garden
September Mar 2015
I cough—and crimson flowers bloom on my palms
faster than the atom bomb can fall
As roots grew out from cells—you were yelling at trees—you couldn't move—you were just yelling at trees—yelling at trees
"Because that's all we really are! Just a different combination of the same thing. Like padlocks"

and it's not oak trees, but it's sapplings—and that's a start to a something we don't have a name to. You plant the seed of insanity into my mind,
We built a garden
and living things don't catch fire but
you burned it.
Mar 2015 · 402
family tree
September Mar 2015
i stay up late, lately
waiting for the day when i call you the wrong name—
the wrong syllables in the right mouth.
because that's the way i was taught
and this is the way i will teach you.
Mar 2015 · 493
2 mutual friends
September Mar 2015
i scroll through names to count numbers


*AND THEN I REALIZE THAT I'VE FORGOTTEN YOU EXIST
but then you're there again
here again
can't forget you.
Mar 2015 · 489
Asphalt
September Mar 2015
We were walking on the lake
trying to get to the mainland—
(Your cabin had burned down)


*"the road home
isn't paved
but the highway to your eyes
is."
ash fault.
Mar 2015 · 1.3k
Nucleus Ocean
September Mar 2015
If I were your lover,
And you were across the seas—
I would swim my whole life
in the ocean's long breeze—
I would drown for your smile
Oh, regardless of degrees—
Just to love at your feet,
At your heels, at your knees.
happy birthday
Mar 2015 · 345
Insomnia
September Mar 2015
You don't sleep well, but I rest forever—
however , I'd trade sleep to never lose sight—
Oh, just to see your face
for every second of the night.
Trading health for insomnia
Feb 2015 · 415
Dry
September Feb 2015
Dry
You use italics to cover up the fact that all of the words you speak are your father's.

*"Because no one wants to tilt their head to read between the lines"
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Feb 2015 · 593
Row Reduced Echelon Form.
September Feb 2015
When we were nine, you left your mother's home and told
the world you were going travelling. I still wait—
Hoping that maybe one day you will return with your sanity.

I have been waiting twelve years for you—and nineteen years from now,
I will be nineteen—because today is the day I start living,
sanely.
100010001
Feb 2015 · 361
April
September Feb 2015
Skinny green sea wave—
Runs until he can't find the shore anymore.
Runs until he can't see the sun.
It's calm on the waters.
luv.
Feb 2015 · 537
Bow
September Feb 2015
Bow
I realized love existed
when I tried to find it
and failed.
Feb 2015 · 631
Petals bled fingers
September Feb 2015
Your skin is soft and mine is rough
to the touch—but somehow
you still let me taste you
with these rosebud fingertips
which have kissed pinkies
pricked thumbs.
I got lucky.
Feb 2015 · 541
blue ivy
September Feb 2015
i've got 99 problems and
they're all different
ways to spell your name.
Feb 2015 · 323
m
September Feb 2015
m
the last thing i said to you was that i loved you

lost in translation from english to english

i said one thing, and then

you said no more
Feb 2015 · 574
90 minutes until Seattle
September Feb 2015
You call me a sinner but I am sure I am a saint—
My body is a temple and I will let you worship it.

Fibonacci was wrong:
the only fingerprint that God left
is on the corner of my thigh.
—and it has nothing to do with numbers.

I leave for Seattle today.
Feb 2015 · 504
four lines
September Feb 2015
never wanna be an addict
but i got no qualms against *******
just don't want similarities to you—
n' you had the nerve to call me vain.
ease the pain
Feb 2015 · 459
XLVR
September Feb 2015
too broke to travel the world so you travel your mind instead.
you can put beautiful words to bad decisions but
it's still a ******* bad decision.
you don't love yourself, you just lie to yourself.
Feb 2015 · 1.4k
Exotic.
September Feb 2015
1.
Firsts can never change,
But they can most certainly
Oh, be forgotten.

2.
Do not say my name.
Say my name again—say hers.
This time: I dare you.

3.
When I stripped you of
Your faith, I had asked you if
God was still watching.

4.
Perhaps flirtation—
Music taste, or lucky liquor.
Perhaps loneliness.

5.
Never spoke a word,
Until substance set us free
Upon each other.

6.
We were nothing more
Than slutty dancing, slurred words,
And a messy bed.

7.
Sleep—an illusion.
I start to wonder if you,
Love, were one as well.

8.
I was more to you
In one night—than you were to
Me in seven years

9.
Little golden boy:
How can you hate the whole world
Yet say you love me?

10.
I was sick, alone.
You were not special—just there.
Still sick. Still alone.

11.
I stole from God again.
You were young, and I— Oh, I
Just want to stargaze

12.
Smoke green under green—
sweat under sheets—broken bones—
Blood on hardwood floors.

13.
Hands can hold tightly.
Skin can connect easily.
Words can lie sweetly.

14.
You have green eyes, and—
soft hands, and— loving skin, and—
Nothing I deserve

15.
Let's talk about ***.
Let's talk about love. Let's talk
*About the sadness
I regret nothing of my life.
Written about fifteen people who I'm told are supposed to mean something to me.
Jan 2015 · 473
lucky numbers
September Jan 2015
I lean but never fall in love,
because broken mirrors are even harder to repair the second time—
the third,
the fourth,
the fifth,
the sixth,
the seventh.
you were never the one, but you were the seven. and that's my lucky number
Jan 2015 · 431
you're a mess, but—
September Jan 2015
even after a hundreds years of abandonment,
people still will visit ruins.
Keep your chin up, you ruin.
Jan 2015 · 611
Eternal
September Jan 2015
Fall in love with the insane—
Because crazy nevers leaves the honeymoon phase,
sadness can always be romanticized,
and appreciation stems from contrast.

Do not fall in love with the insane—
Because you will never realize it, but you'll know it:
that nothing sober will ever match up to psychotic intoxication,
and you will always be living your life
knowing you can't be satiated on sanity.
You will settle, and you will be happy:
But you will always be looking for the madness in people.
—And you will never be satisfied
Jan 2015 · 324
The Writer
September Jan 2015
There is a God—
and we both fell in love
with Him—and He
loved us both back.
The only difference between us
is that He made me
immortal.
happy.
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