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 Apr 2014 phantom
aphrodite
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 Apr 2014 phantom
aphrodite
Sleeping alone does a strange things to us,
and the dark distorts our view.
So don't believe the things you tell yourself so late at night
because none of it is true
.
A shorter version of a poem I previously posted, inspired by the song "Parachute" by Cheryl Cole.
 Apr 2014 phantom
aphrodite
Before it's too late,


                                                         ­  because nothing's worse than
                                                            ­                                                  too
                                                                ­                                                     late
.
Wish I could take my own advice!
**
 Apr 2014 phantom
a m a n d a
it just so happens
that
    "sad song" playlist
   is complimented nicely
by a dry red wine,
coconut scented body butter,
soft sheets,
  and an ugly cry.
 Apr 2014 phantom
aphrodite
"I wish you well."
                                                          ­                    



                                         ­                                     (but not too well without me)
I like 10 word poems because it forces you to summarize your thoughts  to the point where you're really only saying what you mean.
Maybe I should try using that same theory in my own life, haha.
**
 Apr 2014 phantom
Brynn Louise
You held me tight when I was cold,
I was there when you were lonely.
You made me feel safe when I was scared,
I laughed at every joke you ever made.

We flirted until the sun would rise,
People would watch our running banter.
There wasn't one single person,
That thought we wouldn't be together.

And then you walked away.
As if it all meant absolutely nothing.
Shrugged your shoulders and cocked your head,
Not sure why I'd be bothered.

So just make me one last promise-
The next time you're on a date.
Think of all the fun we had;
Remember all the times we laughed-
The ease in which it happened.
Remember how I felt,
Pressed up against your chest.

And then look up across the table,
At the date you've brought to dinner.
I think you'll find it hard to swallow,
The entrée that you ordered.
The male version of a tease: Flirting until the girl falls head over heels, and then reminding her that they're just friends.
little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.
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