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 May 2015 Sophie
josin137
Poetry...
 May 2015 Sophie
josin137
I woke up,
Early in the morning,
Exhausted,
And the one thing,
In my mind,
Was poetry,
Because,
I couldn't wait,
To express the feelings,
Erupting inside,
Of me.
A short expression...
First time writing like this...
 May 2015 Sophie
Ivy Swolf
There's little whispers banging
the inside of my skull with iron fists
saying "Do it, don't do it, do it, don't do it."

And it's tearing my spirit in two.
i'm not filled with candy, unfortunately.
 May 2015 Sophie
Ivy Swolf
You are not a torn up love letter.
You are just too good for words.

There are some things that can't be boxed
or labelled, actions and feelings so exquisite
that no language could do it justice.

But then you say it.
And I swear its a melody
and I would gladly be wrong
if this is the reward.

I think its unfair that people can only love
so much. They can love and love and love
but their hands turn to smoke
when they try to reach
too far, into the intangible mess of another's soul.

I know most people don't understand
how you can love so terribly like it's a war.

But I do.

And I will be the smoke that kisses your skin
after each battle.
We are all just moments
among the living, but you
are the breath of life
I fight for
even in my dreams.
xIvy
 May 2015 Sophie
Ivy Swolf
Kiss the calamity on my lips
and leave your imprint of
atrophy like a stain on my skin.
What is really a love poem
but bits of broken words
you said in your sleep?

I hear music in the distance
that sounds like things I cannot
romanticize with justice. There's
deterioration in the melody, and
with every beat
your heart skips I get a closer look
at the fragments of you that fell apart.
Somethings are just too personal,
like what I daydream about 24/7, or
that fire dancing behind your closed lids
that warms your dreams when
another can't fuel them
physically.

The biggest thing about ourselves we
could hope to have is our
complex. And even that
is pretty small. The ground can't
handle the weight of our hearts
and we're just begging to slip
into the cracks of the
pavements to our proverbial
futures. You always did
connect more to torn and ripped
remains of poems
than fresh handwritten ones, with
evidence of my glistening
fingerprints
all over.

We don't die like stars, you say. We die
like heartache. Real, tangible,
and then just gone.
wrote this in pieces, first sleepily over strong coffee at 5am, then in a brainstorming session at night. had it on a shelf for the past few days because i couldn't think of a title and because i felt it was too unconnected.

enough rambling. thank you for reading, i really really appreciate it. -ivy
 May 2015 Sophie
surpratik
Love isn't something that just disappears
People do
Love keeps finding a reason to stay
I tell her
I'll stay with you

Love doesn't see barriers
Oceans are opportunities
Across borders, my love is at war
Please don't let me leave
Not without winning

Love never closes its eyes
It only wants to believe
Beauty is inside
so love from the heart
One day
she will see it

Love isn't something that just disappears
You just stopped looking
Turn back around
You'll still find me here
waiting
 May 2015 Sophie
surpratik
A girl who calls you Alligator
but does not *see you later
from a once deleted twitter account I had
 May 2015 Sophie
surpratik
I see you
 May 2015 Sophie
surpratik
You're not invisible
The sunlight isn't soaring through your pale skin
It's making you *
*glow
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