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Sylvie Barton Nov 2014
yes, you were all
straight-edges and knives weren't you

until the clouds dare drift
to colder skies
you melted right before

our eyes
"I can see clearly now the rain has gone"
Sylvie Barton Nov 2014
the sunlight slaps you
so you retreat
and you cover up
the blood gets caught in
your white security blanket

and everything is okay

until you step back outside
the light draws attention to
the withered pale skin
and the watery pale wound
it doesn't stop stinging all day
i cut my finger peeling apples and i put a band-aid on it and uk when you take a band-aid off and your skin is all gross and watery???
Sylvie Barton Nov 2014
like way
think
just look
snow eyes hit
want
know
looked having kids
yard
hard flower movie
crazy screaming wonderful skull

deal
caked bird growing clean
cracked
um
laughed whats-his-face
wash dirt rose
fighting anymore
christmas embracing wishbones

doesn't
girls aren't
they'll
it'll
blue-eyed water-color
won't judas
prom stumbles
snowball reminded sort
snapped screams
crevices cradled

dreaded teenage june-bugs filled fight
held skin
blood red
say
year
****** help

night life left
play
turn
got light
love away home
kiss

hold hands
searching girl
thing laughing
stretch ice man
water gun going
fading
asked

saw pretty legs
bruises
hand
thought coming kind
wish
burn

fingers desperate rock
I took the list of words from my profile and grouped them together, I don't know what it is
Sylvie Barton Nov 2014
we were having
having what I thought was a snowball fight
fighting our way across the yard
yard full of screaming kids
kids that also laughed
laughing when I got hit
hit with something hard
hard not like ice not like snow
snow filled with a rock is what I think
think I don't want to play anymore
any more bruises will crack my skull
Sylvie Barton Nov 2014
jars of peanut butter not yet opened
and being the first to scrap the silken surface
with the knife

your favorite movie airing on television
and watching it again all thrilled because
some tv execs wanted to share it with the world

taking a t-shirt out of the dryer
and for a brief wonderful moment
it warms your cold morning skin

being alive
what a gorgeous, infinite world we have in our hands
Sylvie Barton Nov 2014
he holds a coffee cup in one hand
and a notebook in the other
it has a langston hughes quote on the cover
written in a midnight scrawl

when he paid, he smiled with all his teeth
and he had taken off his dark gloves for long enough
to reveal his calloused fingers
scarred guitar worn fingers

he drinks his coffee black and sits by the window
and Lord, the thought of him breaks me already
"oh my god, look at that face, you look like my next mistake" - Taylor Swift, *Blank Space*
Sylvie Barton Nov 2014
"speak quietly"

ah, but how would the people
living on the scraggly edge
of the mountain cliff
ever hear us if we did?
hmm
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