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i know you kept my eggshell heart in
a velvet box, but
the lining in the box that laid
in my back pocket
wore away, wore so thin;

and... i thought it best
to give it back to you
than to let it jostle in its
tiny home
until it cracked.

i cried in the shower an hour later.
(c) noa harriott
 Oct 2013 stardust style
krista
do not fall for a boy with a pirate heart, even if he will
cross five thousand miles of sand and ocean to be with you,
carrying nothing more than loneliness and longing in his cargo hold.
those things will bond you both together like an oath, but
blood is thicker than water and soon, the promises will weigh you down
like rocks in your pocket, keeping your lungs and heart empty.
he will not stay, something will always call him away in the morning,
even after you've spent the night wrapped in his strong arms,
counting the stars from the undersides of the highest sail.
you will listen to his stories, for they will stretch beyond the decks
of his ship and make you feel both empty and full at once,
but you cannot rely on a tattooed smile to forge you a key to the world.
eventually, he will leave you on stranger shores, soaking and breathless,
wondering when the next tide will bring him close to you again.
but you are not a ***** he found bar-side, never call yourself that.
you must be unpredictable and wild as the sea itself, bottling storms
into your heartbeat and braiding a barrier reef into your hair.
you are calypso, dangerous and beautiful and unyielding,
and if he comes back ten years from now to set foot on the shore,
you will not be waiting. you cannot always be waiting.
he might tell you he loves you. but even then, he is only speaking
about the seventy percent he is familiar with, the part that is pulled into
rises and falls by the moon, a dna sequence patterned by the earth itself.
do not answer him. steal his ship by sunrise instead and plan to follow
the treasure map that you've long since forgotten. never come back.
leave him with a seashell at his side and he will remember at last
that the reason he loved the ocean was because it sounded like you.
// for kd
Bright stellar blue jays—
Out of autumn skies they come,
  .  .  .  Angels with blue wings.
With words as soft as falling rain
Upon a cloudy night
She said she loves me, once again
And that all is all right

Her voice like silk, most soft and free
With drum beats of her heart
But light that once fell upon me
Turns dark, joy that once wert

Withers to faint a flower dead
And words once soft as rain
Turn dark to bullets of gray lead
Turn dark since when he came

Now they pierce both my scarred, black ears
And my heart turns to ice
And same the coldest, frozen tears
That stream from out my eyes

I feel forlorn, I feel depressed
I walk, I walk alone
And once that beat from heart and breast
Now only beats my own

But maybe after gone is he
I could rejoice again
For you would love me just  for me
And not another man
Copyright Gleb Zavlanov 2013
i keep finding myself
a few inches away from the
finish line

always a smile too crooked
a laugh too loud
a few answers off
a couple of minutes too late
my age engraved in some
never enough
era

and somewhere in the months
i have mistaken every mistake
from "couldn't" to "didn't try"
efforts shaping into thoughts
effortlessly because of the fear
of rejection

i have let the best of me
get to me

--
while walking home yesterday
I saw a neighbor's cat on a window still
"here kitty, come down"
she waved her paw toward me
as if she understood "hello"
like she has done this a million times
she looked down at the ground
unable to jump
she froze
timid

and I figured
I am not
alone
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