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ConstellationsI look at you in the same way I stargaze.
Picking out my favorite features;
connecting the brightest points to create imaginary shapes.
Searching for meaning in the lines that no one else sees.
He Still WritesHe can't rhyme, but he writes me poetry anyway.
He writes about times I've made less gray
About running away
About making the most of our days.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
Watching him write to me in our favorite cafe;
I love him.
Even when he's frustrated that nothing rhymes with orange.
It's 4:02 a.m. And I Still Love HimThe green pulses of light from my digital clock are slowly driving me mad, or maybe it's just the hour.
Either way, it's 4:00 a.m. and I'm thinking of him.
I finally gave in and bought one of those fancy, new clocks that project the time onto the ceiling; for those nights when I can't be bothered to turn my head and check the time.
Trust me, this is much easier.
If I had just let him kiss me that day last summer, things would be different.
Things would be so much easier between us.
As convienient as this new clock is, I regret buying it.
The flashing is distracting, and it makes it difficult to sleep.
My old clock was better.
I guess I'm okay with where we stand right now.
There was too much risk in that kiss.
I still wish we were closer.
I'm getting rid of this stupid clock when I wake up tomorrow.
It's 4:01 am, and I'm not going to think about him in the morning.
SomewhereSomewhere, someone is stargazing.
Somewhere, someone is falling in love to the tune of their favorite song.
Somewhere, someone is catching lightning bugs.
Somewhere, you are breathing,
and for now, that's enough for me.
The Boy With the GuitarYou played my favorite song on your guitar;
Now it doesn't sound the way it used to.
When I listen to it now I can only hear you.
Your modified lyrics.
I'd like to say I miss my favorite song,
but I think I've found a new one.
Cookie-Cutter DaughterSo there's this school of thought on parenting that parents shouldn't criticize their children.
It runs on pure encouragement and love.
Sometimes I wonder what I would be like today
If you had raised me with this philosophy.
If you had let me smash that chocolate cupcake all over that pink high chair on my second birthday;
Instead of telling me "no".
If you had taught me to color outside the lines in my princess coloring book when I was five;
Instead of trying to make me keep it neat.
I you had let me wear the sweatshirts and jeans I liked when I was six;
Instead of the itchy tights and frilly dresses that would become my uniform.
If you had let me track that dirt through the house after the mud fight with my sister when I was seven;
Instead of being angry about the muddy footprints on the linoleum.
If you had let me wear my hair in the messy ponytails I loved when I was eight;
Instead of the bobby pins and bows that dug into my head,
but I wore anyway because you said they made me pre
Imaginary BoyI fell in love with a boy I made up
in the form of you.
I’m not sure which of your faces I should listen to;
Yours or the one I gave you.
The Summer of Us.A kiss on top of a ferris wheel
Falling from a crumbling rope swing into a lake
Hammock naps in the afternoon shade
Stargazing on my old wool blanket in the back yard
Catching fireflies in a mason jar to use as a nightlight
Secrets whispered under the harsh glow of a flashlight on a camping trip
Cherry Coke and tree forts
Twizzlers and Radiohead
This is how I want to remember this summer.
hyenas make the best lovers.i need to stop looking
for death in every body
my fingers touch.
i have been force fed
old lovers, & slices
of the moons lying dust
i am messy poems;
i am fractured confessions.
i am laughter
my jaws ache
with the taste of
i am still hungry.
give me your sugar;
I will share my breath.
you are still made of starstuff,
& i am no longer caged.
PretendingYou, full and complete you, you have become my strength and my talisman for all times...
You, and again you, you let I wrecked just in you…
You, my madness is you, you tie me to your body and do not let me go...
You, inside me, between every atom, between every cell you live among...
I say all the time: fear not, there are songs that will never know who sings...
Those kisses never know who prints them on your lovely lips...
You nail down your dreamy eyes and tenderly ask me: Are you crying?
No, I answer. Dried my eyes are... to the bottom you can look into them.
If you get lost, breathe me and you will find you.
The truth is that I beg you to remember that this that born in my mouth, this awakening in my eyes, will sleep latency in your soul.
Undoubtedly you will become the most beautiful and sad fisherwoman of Stars.
I'm hiding my will to live, of my desire to live for you.
Maybe I can lose myself in the eyes of the person asking for a miracle, but it is certain that, I want to
StockholmBut my heart beats for you alone
You are not
You are ever watchful
Hoping for devotion
My wandering heart
Beating for you
My SunlightYou are my sun,
My only light,
As you fade,
The moon is there,
A memory of you,
Of the darkness,
Before your dawn.
You are the breeze,
That kisses my face,
Those tender lips,
That rushing embrace.
You are the grass,
Beneath my feet,
You hide my tears,
You support my weight.
You are the last,
One for me,
There was many before,
But they were never the same.
With you its right,
With you its love,
And if tonight,
I come above.
I'll see your glory,
From the moon,
From the memory,
Of this afternoon.
Puppet String SymphonyHere come the snares,
wrenching at my heart;
like my tongue can’t find the words to say.
I've been resurrecting your skeletons,
just to place broken flesh over it and watch it all decay…
…scratching at freshly picked scars and rose petals,
while digging up old habits and hatchets;
just so I can whistle a tune so tragic.
Here comes the wind,
stomping at my lungs;
like my emotions are gasping to be released.
I've been coughing up your cover-ups,
just to place my index finger over it and watch it all cease…
…living in this darkness, sulfur-tipped match tossed in the breeze,
while thinking it’s just not worth the candle;
just so I can hum a song you can’t handle.
Here come the keys,
playing at my mind;
like all eighty-eight demons and angels serving one star.
I've been worshipping my self-inflicted headache,
two times twelve and that’s how many bars…
…I've got to show you the color I feel.
When the puppet string symphony beg
About ArtA sweet poem,
All but a
For the true art called
HowlHe’s a dancer in the dark
With unearthly rhythm
She’s the moon he left to sleep
In a sky without her stars
Like a poem led by lust
In a world of not to happen
Like a symphony of phoenix flights
On a December night
Singing for the ones they laid to rest
On their holy ground
Without an Earth
He’s the wolf
Howling with regrets
In a world of his own madness
She’s the moon
Without a sky to hold her high
In the night
Like the odds are not in favor
Like the sun that conquers
And the moon on someone else's sky
Like the legends we used to fear
Children by the fire’s flames
We used to be believers
In a world without its hope
Dream, boy, dream of wonder
In a world without sparkle
Like stormy days
In a September goodbye story
Of sleepless nights and awaken dreamers
Stars that pierce the sky
Are just children of regrets
Of a love that never happened
But always echoed in the night
I PromiseIt is a painful thought
To know he kissed you,
To know he stole your innocence.
He felt the warmth and comfort of your love,
But manipulated it to lust
And turned that perfect smile I now see,
Into a lifeless vessel
That gave into his
Carefully painted words
He had you
Before I ever knew you,
I'm sorry I wasn't there,
I'm sorry I could not save you.
But look up at me now, love,
Look up at me with those astonishing, crystal eyes
And know that I will love you
Until this heart of mine has given out.
I am your present
And your future;
I will love you for more than your body,
I will love your wild personality,
I will love your motherly instincts,
I will love your acceptance,
I will love your understanding,
I will love your "frustrations",
I will love your timidness,
I will love your stubbornness,
I will love your laughter,
I will love your tears,
I will love your scars,
I will love your flaws,
But most of all;
I will love you.
The GlowThe Glow
Dictated by Puabi
What brings a glow of fire
To a single woman's eyes?
What curves her red lips
Into a joyful smile?
The promise, the delivery,
The receipt of love.
When she was waiting
Such a long while,
And it comes to her heart
In her surprise.
Imagine, when it comes
To a woman like me,
The brightness of the glow
In her eyes.
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