#m poems on Hello Poetry

Deanna Oct 2014

When I read
Great Gatsby
for some High School English class
I hated the ******* thing.
I thought Gatsby,
supposedly great
but not so much,
was such a ******* loser.
What kind of
idiot
spends his life
waiting on some girl?
Staring at some light?
Pining for some love?

Gatsby
was a fool
to my foolish eyes.

Because I stare
into the rain
across 3000 miles
and I wonder
if you left on your lantern again.
I wonder
if you're already asleep.
Or if you're lying there
awake
thinking
about me.

I'm not so great.

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Deanna Oct 2014

Untitled

I type out
a friendly message to you
and I pause
to write a poem about it
about you.

I need you.
I can't even explain
Because I've never felt
this before.
Which is such
a stupid
cliché thing to say.

I slowly
backspace
over my carefully
carved words,
and click
the x next to your name.

And I sigh,
Tonight is not our night.
And maybe,
It never will be again.

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Deanna Oct 2014

I missed the rain.

There is something about the twinkling in your eyes
as you smile
as you listen
to me say my useless words.

And I desperately want
to explain the rain
to that little twinkle.

And I desperately crave
feeling you
feel the spot behind my ear.

Because at 1:11 a.m.
the rain is pouring against
my window pane
and the sound of it
is happiness
in my soul.
And I consider
this summer
and I decide
I missed the rain.
I've found
one thing
I don't like about California.

And I see
your twinkle
from across 3000 miles.

But for what ever reason
I am incapable
of telling you
of reaching out.

3000 miles too many.

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Deanna Oct 2014

5:04 am eastern standard time

Hi, I miss you.
Give me a second to kiss you.
I need to
I need you.

When your smile is flowing straight to my soul
And so I smile back
and our souls begin to slow dance.

And spacetime is a funny thing
The cruelest master I've had of late.
Because it let us separate.

I have this need
to get down on my knees
and beg the universe
to let us collide.

#feelings #missing #affection #m

Deanna Sep 2014

Butterfly's Blood

I am a butterfly
caught in barbed wire.

You were the most beautiful thorn!
I had ever seen.
I knew exactly
what I was doing,
what I was getting into.
Because I was into you,
falling onto you.

And you're still beautiful
except for this red spot
where my body leaks onto you
Infecting you with me
and part of me is sorry
that I let you hurt me.

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Deanna Aug 2014

Forgetting

I guess now isn't our time.
Maybe in two years
we'll figure something out.

And so what
if I'll throw myself at strangers
until I forget
that you're not mine.

And so what
I haven't stopped smoking
since we didn't say goodbye.
I'll stay high
until I forget
that I'm not yours.

And so what
I cried Thursday night.
I dried my face
and got myself home.
Maybe I'll cry a few more times
until I forget
that we were almost us.

And so what
my heart's a little cracked;
I'll forget.

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Deanna Aug 2014

Untitled

I was raised on
those stupid fairy tales
where the princess
would be sad, lonely, trapped
until her prince came
to save her
happily ever after
and all of that *******.

But what about the princess
who was doing perfectly fine
until her prince showed up
and made things a little better
but then he had to leave
where does that tale go?
Where does this princess go?

I don't even like this poem.

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Deanna Aug 2014

I'm gone

and I have this craving
for something I can't touch.

Cities and people and 3000 miles
and this cold ache in my muscles.

Did I forget to mention
that I need you?
You forgot to mention
that you need me too.

And I guess time wasn't on our side
assuming, of course,
that your side is mine.

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