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 Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:58 pm
Just going to post some poems here as I write them...
One per post if that's alright...
I love critique btw. <3
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:59 pm
[The Next Best Thing]
I guess it only gets worse, doesn’t it,
as my bomb shelter built up with
denial
comes crashing down
When you’re walking out the door I’ll just face the other way
and maybe say ‘I love you’
to the wall
because its interest in my rapidly fluctuating emotions
seems significantly greater than anything you’ve ever expressed
to me
and maybe next Friday I’ll go out alone and
hold hands with the chilly night air
(since the temperature
almost matches that
of your heart)
and maybe I’ll go to our
moonlit hill
and even wear a coat thick enough that it might keep me warm,
since you aren’t there to do that
for me
maybe Wednesday after school I’ll walk down the hall
having an appreciative conversation
with myself
since at least she’ll mean it when she has something nice to say
maybe tomorrow
we can just pretend that I never said any of this
- we can just
pretend to pretend to care -
while you take a few drunken stabs at my heart
but it’s okay because as long as you don’t know
I care
you’ll stick around
even though we both know
My arms only encase
your body,
and not
your
heart
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:00 pm
[snapshot of a cynicist]
I think it’s a little sad
that when I wake up tomorrow
I’ll be in the same place
I fell asleep in.
and I think it’s rather disheartening
that my dreams
are just dreams
and I wonder why I still let
my heart burst repeatedly
when I know that no amount
of tears and heartbreak
will drag you back to me like I
(don’t know if I)
want.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:01 pm
[love?]
when you were drunk
you told me you were God
and I believed you anyway
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:08 pm
[butterfly]
Butterfly with flitting wings,
For you my bleeding heart still sings.
Will you come back if I shut my eyes
And dance with me until I die?
I wonder if you hear me screaming,
See me bleeding,
See me needing
You to put me back together,
You to hold my hand forever.
But every day, I wonder if
By your hand my heavy heart might lift,
But to my doubt I shut my eyes -
By my doubt my heart still cries;
By my doubt I die inside.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 2:45 am
[dreamer]
today someone came up
to me
and said ‘sorry for your loss’
and I asked
‘what loss’
and then I remembered
I never
woke up
this morning
thanks for ruining my day
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 3:21 am
[child]
I always hated how
butterflies love to flutter
just out of my reach
‘look at me, I have wings
and you don’t’
so I started carrying a net
and a lighter
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