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So I asked you,
"Why do women like
Flowers,
And chocolates,
And pretty stones?"
You showed your teeth,
Hid your eyes,
And answered:
"All we want is love.
Unfortunately,
Love has been masked by
Flowers,
And chocolates,
And pretty stones,
So we make do with those…"
After a long silence,
I found your eyes,
Hid my teeth,
And apologized
In the form of one
Watery crystal
Escaping the five o'clock shadow
Scattered sparsely
Across each rough cheek.
"Why do women like
Flowers,
And chocolates,
And pretty stones?"
You showed your teeth,
Hid your eyes,
And answered:
"All we want is love.
Unfortunately,
Love has been masked by
Flowers,
And chocolates,
And pretty stones,
So we make do with those…"
After a long silence,
I found your eyes,
Hid my teeth,
And apologized
In the form of one
Watery crystal
Escaping the five o'clock shadow
Scattered sparsely
Across each rough cheek.
Literature
wednesday's child
it is the third of october
and i am building a castle for us
out of feathers, bird bones,
ocean waves and library book pages.
anything to keep our feet from
touching the ground.
you are sin, he whispers
and his fingers trail cold fire
down my side, scorching flesh
and freezing bone;
brittle pieces of me shatter
as they hit the stained linoleum floor.
don't wake me from this nightmare.
i whisper a nursery rhyme
as i walk down our
autumn path.
kamikaze leaves fall, trailing
fire as they throw themselves from
the branches, down, down,
to cold pavement below.
your words echo in my mind
a constant reminder
that i am sin
but you,
you were
ne
Literature
Accept your Candle, Weep for the Stars
A light I see, far off in the distance. It's a star, I told myself.
No other thought surpassed it, I want to reach it.
I struggle in the darkness, slowly heading for it, not knowing, not thinking.
I know this is what I want. I want the star.
It gets brighter, I can feel its warm touch, though I'm far from it.
Joy overwhelms my soul, I'm so close, so close to
my star. It's my star and nothing else matters.
I reach with my fingers, to touch it.
A candle. A lowly candle, my thoughts shattered.
This is not what I wanted. It's not my star.
I blink, and blink again, I see clearly. Up above.
There are hundreds, no millions of stars.
Why
Literature
Anxieties of a Conflicted Introvert
I.
[i don’t want to
have to tell you i’m
sorry
again but
lately it’s been tough.
And i’m stricken with this feeling that
maybe i’m not good enough.]
run.
you see, somewhere out there
birds are looking for nests and birds
are finding them in the ribcages of souls but i
am tired of picking straw from my heart
and strings and hair that wrap around my fingers i’m—
[well sometimes i’m a little lonely
but i never wanted to tell you that]
escape.
--tired of seeing the ball i wind from
those leftover nests grow and grow—
[and i want more, want more,
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You know, this is another one of those poems that I really don't know what to think about. I wrote it a while ago after a conversation with one of my best friends spurred the topic, and I just left it for a while. I edited it a few times, and I think it is at a place where I like it, but I'm just not so sure...so, this is my apology for years of thoughtlessness when dealing with those I love. It isn't about what you give materially, it is about how you give it. What is important in this world is not material possessions, in many ways they get in the way of what is truly important; to love and loved in return. Alright, I am done with my corny for the night I hope ya'll enjoy this one!
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Can I just say, this makes me think of the rant I've been going on lately: I HATE Valentine's Day. With a passion. I despise commercialized romance. I believe it's ridiculous that people have set one day a year in which we feel pressured to show our loved ones, our partners, our significant others that we love them. It's like, why can't I hear from you every day that you love me? Why can't you remind me maybe once a week that you're grateful to have me in your life? Why is it necessary to give me flowers that are going to die, chocolates that will make me feel fat, and jewels that probably cost as much as something else we could have gotten, like groceries or gas for a car or savings for our children's education...