May 2013
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We only play at being adults Trying on age like dress-up clothes.
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You grow shy of the questions But I am not afraid Of the answers My tongue’s just scratching At the surface Kitten licks against your ear Searching for the echoes She left behind Her tickles were just training For the marks I’ll carve into your skin.
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You pulled the truth In tiny bits But you could not Swallow me whole— You lucky boy Finding depths to drown in Weight that strains Your arms This love will not Let you be weak Train your heart like The muscle it is
You know you want Another bite.
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Your lips left A dozen purple galaxies On my skin and Every time I looked In the mirror I felt as beautiful As the night sky.
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It has to be a lie Those sweet things You say Don’t tease me When I hide Burying my face In soft pillowcase I’ve heard too many Songs and read Too many novels To believe What you say Is true Pretty girls Don’t spend their Birthdays alone No no It can’t be true If I was beautiful I wouldn’t have Been forced To wait so long For you.
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Wait Do not chase Do not wear the soles of your shoes Down on boys Who won’t cradle your feet In their laps Do not waste Your words Exhaust your tongue In the silent poetry Of kisses On those Who don’t exhale Your name Like a prayer Wait.
April 2013
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Anonymous asked: Why haven't you posted anything in 3 months D:
January 2013
1 post
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Beauty in the temporary Fingers forging sonnets Tongues tracing odes That disappear before dawn Ephemeral blush Fleeting touch Story arch in curving spine Verses part A poem dissolves Skin returning to bare sheet.
December 2012
10 posts
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At the end of each year She set her journals on fire Stood back and watched As flames ate once precious paper Releasing the nightmares She had trapped in ink— Praying the smoke would Carry her words to the stars.
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These will be the moments You regret The ones you wish You could forget But my footsteps are echoing In the hallway and you’re too Tired to get out of bed You will call me later Ask me what I was wearing Wishing to reinvent memories Of the curve of my back As the elevator closed and I didn’t turn around Cold shoulder to your words Of wait Of no Of not yet But it’s all inside your...
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I always see you As if through clouded glass The pictures come through Distorted but discernible But the sound is trapped On the other side I see your head nodding Your lips moving Fingers tap to chords and lyrics Music I wish I could hear— But we’re different vibrations Always out of synch.
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Hand me the shears Turn Samson beneath my fingers Let me steal your vitality With the whisper of scissors Your superior size dissipates Beneath light touch Tilt your head forward, darling I need a better grasp Of your neck, fingers laced Touch like a drug You don’t need anything but this.
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It’s intoxication in reverse Your presence loosens my lips Inebriation in the finest Just from your eyes on mine A sip of wine and I grow quiet Pull away I only wanted to drink you in.
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I tried to draw the picture With words Conjuring image to mind With a few brief lines But my vision has blurred All the verbs slur together Little white lies on the page Slipping beneath covers Blinded from the world.
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I shall take your misery And pen a story about it You’ll never be happy But you will be a poem.
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I like the drive home The drive away from you 2 am on country roads With only my headlights To see Pitch blackness in my rear-view Reminds me Not to look back A local radio station Plays a mix of jazz Soothing static As my thoughts condense What was that you said I don’t know what it meant Still miles to go Before I slip into bed My roommates will never Suspect The trail your fingers left...
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Anonymous asked: Have you taken the Enneagram personality test? If so, what were your results? You seem like an INFP to meeee! :)
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I passed the skeleton of your old house today. I usually avoid that road and the way the bare bones of the building make me shiver—I can never decide whether I want to forget the night we burned it down or not. You called. One am. Your voice strange through the static of the phone line. You needed me. It seemed simple; I was tempted to change my underwear, but the nagging reminder that nothing was...
November 2012
4 posts
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I can’t recall The last time I drove Over a bridge and Didn’t contemplate Driving off Wondering what that impact Of vehicle against water Would feel like And I can’t remember The last time I looked At you and Didn’t wish You would kiss me Wondering what the impact Of your lips on mine Would feel like And I don’t know why The two seem Linked In my mind.
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I thought I knew you Had felt you Held you But my fingers had buried themselves In who I thought you were My heart had twined itself Like some affectionate cat Around the idea of you Purring against a beat that was never yours I tripped and tangled and trapped myself Sometimes it is harder to let go Of a concept than a man.
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biopredation
Once we spoke in exclamation marks Ended nights with ellipses but No lectures will be given On the novel of our love— I’m ready to ignore The impermanence of your pencil Scratchings on my back My tongue still tries to twist And star my favorite parts of you Every time you leave I cry into the cracks in the binding.
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“You’ll have to shower before you sleep or you’ll stain your sheets,” she reminded him and he nodded as if agreeing although he knew as soon as she walked out the door he’d pull the covers over his head and willfully forget her instructions because his enjoyment of the night walked out the door with her and her oversized bag of pens and sketches and books. He knew her...
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Sometimes I forget what You look like On those days between Our shared gazes The color of your eyes Fades into obscurity But I can’t erase The feel of your fingers Against my skin Or the heat of Every shared look.
October 2012
15 posts
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Such pretty butterfly eyes You said Another thing you liked Like milkshakes and fries At 2am in old diners That place you outside of time In that coat you could be a spy You said Not noticing how the mist outside Matched the clouds in my eyes I turn up the collar of my coat Blink quick butterfly lashes Try not to cry into my fries It’s almost worth the pain To have pretty eyes.
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She had the infuriating habit of remaining silent when he bid her goodbye at the end of a date. Instead of speaking she’d give him this half-smile that only appeared on her face when he said those words. He tried coaxing the smile out of her at other points of time—over steaming cups of coffee he’d attempt his best quips or he’d share whispered sarcasm between snatches of...
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Oh please call me again By the name of your invention The silly sobriquet so Makes me blush and start to— Whisper it between stolen Breaths so the letters dissipate Settling beneath my skin Cries for a Heavenly Father Shakes autumn from bones August born-trapped-held Suspended between fingertips Oh please call me that moniker Again and here is an answer.
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I wish I made you happy.
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Light through the window Turns your body into a sundial My lips try to outrace The shadows running across your skin Time passes too quickly Why must the day end?
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I should have known From your little boy smile Tinged with regret From your kisses that Tasted of goodbyes On my doorstep No wonder you enjoyed Watching me walk away It allowed you to make-believe You weren’t the one Who always left If you were ever present.
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We can cheat the moon Deny tides Nature has no hold over us Delicate touch Fingertips brush my cheek Worlds fading Time will lose its potency With a kiss Have some faith in this.
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Of course they wake early with ease Their minds accept consciousness Without complaint for their eyes Only half-perceive the world spread Before them, their ears grow deaf Beyond basic chatter unable to discern Stirrings of leaves or the beat of an Insect’s wing—they do not feel The warmth of star light against Their cheeks at night Of course they awake early with ease For they are...
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I wonder if places can have ghosts. Sometimes as I start to blink and my eyes are half-lidded, in that brief squint spanning not even a second—I see impossible things. Large old homes, covered in viney growths, ancient trees in green glory reaching towards the sun, decaying barns that once might have been bustling with life—sights that disappear even as my brief shuttering form the...
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We met on a park bench She had claimed it first Chin tucked to drawn up knees Eyes half-shut against Late autumn light Sunset in her hair— Met is such a pithy word Three short letters How could such brevity Ever capture the enormity Of serendipitous encounter Met never properly portrayed Twin shivers down spines When blue eyes met hazel and Strangers on a park bench Became something else.
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You act as if walking away In the middle of things Will prevent the end As if you could tear the last Page from every story Burning the words so the Plot runs on but You’ve only created a new Finale A jagged, uneasy drop-off From which I plummet Wishing for sweet conclusion Instead of this endless fall.
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Why must you tell me good morning When I wish to hear goodnight Whispered from your lips into my skin? Why must you awaken me so cruelly When I wish to remain asleep under A tangle of blankets and legs? Why must you tell me good morning When it just disrupts the pretty dream I wove— Of you Of me.
Anonymous asked: That's probably a strange question, but I'd like to know what you prefer doing: watching TV or reading? And what did you do to be able to your beautiful poems like that??
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I’m not a very good driver I’m bad at using my mirrors Just not in the habit of looking back I’ve moved too often Left too much behind With wounds still open— A friend called me once A few months after I had gone I remembered our shared laughter Tears and smiles, split equally Yet her call was jarring My response staccato sounds Her voice scratched my ears Her past did...
September 2012
12 posts
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Here I lie Reading the poems of my youth Strange specters I trapped in crowded journals Between ink scratchings Of dizzying patterns They whisper in my ears Asking how I could forget Before slipping into The past again Journal closed Tossed back into a drawer A mean coffin For words that floated Like petals on Spring’s winds Only to be crushed underfoot As hollow as autumn leaves.
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You called me over to the window To witness their attempted invasion There will be a storm tonight And chill tomorrow morning. They always know and seek out The warmth. Your breath fogged the glass pane Before you walked away I stood there for almost an hour Watching their tiny struggles To escape what I could not sense And wished I had the wisdom Of a common stink bug.
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There should be a term For that triangle of skirt Revealed between coat openings When you’re seated. There should be a name For the bird that lags behind The rest of the flock On cloud-filled fall days. There should be a word For the feeling in my stomach As I wait on your front porch For the door to open. There should be something That properly describes The weight of your hand in mine.
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The Pianist
At night his fingers found keys In the bones of her back He would play the notes thoughtlessly As she lay half asleep Finding the music she had hidden Beneath her skin.
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Every pain is a little different A unique signature to each bruise No scrape can duplicate The headiness of fever burning through My skin identifiable and separate from The ache of loneliness in heavy bones. Yet how similar every happiness is This tightness in the chest repeats A breathless sensation caused by The crescendo of waves on A cloudless, windy night beneath Perfectly spherical moon...
Anonymous asked: Your poetry is beautiful, simple but so loaded. Lovely.
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I was fifteen when my parents let me start riding the subway alone. They never would have let me out of the apartment unsupervised if they could have seen the fevered imaginings my head housed. I used to play a game where I would sit down next to boys and pretend we were dating. Sometimes I’d sit next to boys with a crowd of friends alongside them and play the jealous girlfriend in my head....
Anonymous asked: When you say "Uncharted", are you referring to the Sara Bareilles song? It's very good.
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You surprised me In my solitude Sneaking inside with Skeleton key to Secret lock finding Chambers in my heart Hidden beneath trap door Unraveling each riddle How is it that you navigated The labyrinth inside As if you held a map?
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With every utterance I feel myself shrinking The whole of me Becoming less and less Visible as this Chatting/babbling/gabbing gamine Takes my place Words on display From painted lips and Drooping lids that seem So at ease Yet I have retreated Into some dark mind’s Corner quietly waiting For the stream of lexeme To cease from cascading Out of the mouth Some newer, bolder being Has temporarily...
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I know you’ve found Limitations in love before; Your imagination must Be stretched, my dear Your mind must grow again To accept the possibilities Of the love I am willing To sacrifice upon your altar.
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A Vision
I am revealed In the eyes Not by secrets Hidden behind lids Disappearing with Blink or wink Nor pupils growing— Showing need and Desire but rather Lingering gaze An inability To look away But when you’re Within my sight How’s a girl to Control her eyes?
August 2012
26 posts
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Please tell me more About my knobby knees Ask me again if the scars Will fade or forever mar The porcelain of my legs I don’t mind the attention They seem to draw Even from supposed defects I love these legs that bear My weight with little complaint They’ve climbed mountains and The twisting steps of Pisa’s Leaning tower, endured Bug bites, bramble scratches— More scrapes...
