May 2013
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we will kiss the words
i am burning up, afloat on dreams
twisting stories between my fingers
and holding on,
biting the insides of my cheeks
to keep from overflowing.
my head is brimming with warm,
flowery, perfumed air,
all that yellow light behind my eyes,
that starshine,
fading haziness of late-houred
heat.
you are singing on windowsills
and your voice is filled with
bursting light like sunrise,
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just realized that I’ve posted 100 new poems since beginning this blog ^_^ yay milestones awesome
edit: so that means 100 new poems since January 2012!
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just stop what you're doing
your lungs do not have the capacity
for such heavy sadness —
the spasms of breath, the thunderstorm
downpour of tears, the gasps and sighs
and loud, ragged anxiety in the darkness —
regain your composure before
the sun rises,
and make sure you don’t suffocate while
sleeping.
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ghosts are real
if had to pinpoint it, i guess i started believing in ghosts when i met you. because your eyes are colored like the saddest farewell and even when you were right next to me, my skin ached for you in heavy sighs and bone-deep pains. and i thought to myself one morning, when the air was already thick and warm with August and the sky was painted grey like antique silverware, that one day you were...
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April 2013
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april 27
i still have scars left over from
when you liked to tear at my skin to
see the things i was made of,
to test how much
was too much.
some nights during a thunderstorm
or a new moon, i can feel
the ghosts of my own screams
ripping through my lungs
and i am startled by my own ability
for surviving. i am startled
by my strength for life.
i still walk around carrying scars
left over from so...
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april 26, or Night Music for Worried Hearts
your heart is as big as your fist —
a pomegranate, a
too-small-for-anything-worthwhile
tupperware container, a very nearly
deflated balloon,
my fist if it had three extra fingers.
you are living stardust,
you once pulsated in the same
sky i sometimes cry over
when the night is clear and my soul
is tender.
maybe you are angrier than
you think you should be,
you walk too slowly,...
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25/30
i guess maybe you should know that i am really bad
at solving riddles and i hate the way your mouth curls
when you are holding back a secret. i try too hard
to be on time and the only dreams i remember
when i wake up are the ones that make me cry.
you said my name like you were in church the first
time we spoke in that messy crowd, that made me wonder
how the future could feel so frightening...
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23/30
i was once so soft-skinned,
falling in love with every poisonous
tongue that clicked in my ear, wrapping
limbs around limbs.
i never knew holding on could shatter bones
and hearts alike.
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now your name sits on my lips,
right where you left it,
and i am whispering promises to the stars like those you kept under your breath,
those you carried on your shoulders,
behind your back, where you...
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hashtag ABANDONMENTISSUES
i wrote six poems about #missing you today. (seven if you count this one, but i wouldn’t) and i don’t want you to think that i am #sad or #lonely because i am generally #notbad. it’s just that you left me feeling a little #empty and i guess somewhat #regretful and i am #okay with that, really… because i don’t want to be seen as #damaged. and I don’t want...
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bramblestar asked: I absolutely love your poetry. <3
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March 2013
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“My heart is permanently barricaded behind a steadfast cage of bones — the...”
– Driving to Boston, 2010
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“I loved you, I still love you. Part of me will always love you so very much. You...”
– Me, 18 years old. Love letter to a ghost.
Sometimes I cannot believe the things my heart is capable of feeling. (via phenomenaaa)
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February 2013
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maybe i’m just being melodramatic but in something smaller than a goddamn instance i rediscover what a shattered heart feels like.
this morning i woke up smiling.
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January 2013
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i can never miss you simply (10 minute writing...
12:52
i can never miss you simply.
it comes like a punch to the throat. it is violent. it stings and it lingers, a hovering kind of pain.
i don’t miss you because it’s been months since i saw you. or weeks since we’ve talked. i miss you because the flowers today are beautiful and because the sun is shining in a way i haven’t seen since that day in the summer.
it’s been months but even if it were...
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December 2012
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