January 2012
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Anonymous asked: U havent posted anything anymore? Where are you?
September 2011
3 posts
Sometimes I wish I could just will it away.
Just one swipe and all will be conveniently forgotten and that smile would be genuine and I would have wrinkles in the corners of my eyes and that hushabye mouth.
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Some people feel entitled to their memories—the rush of falling water, a lick of frozen cream, sand callused on their toes. A peal of laughter. A warm hug. From my first moment of complete awareness, I have been feeling guilt. They drop by swiftly, these bouts of sudden lucidity.
They come as I spoon vanilla frosting onto my sun-scorched fingers, as I lock eyes with a stray squirrel, hasty...
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What scares me is the uncertainty, the indecision. All I want to do is spend the rest of my life taking away the pain. Some see me with loose hair, loose limbs and a loose smile. Others picture me in a lab coat, goggles and a severe bun. But what do I see? Nothing. It’s just pure fear for me, a lifetime of regret and dissatisfaction. What if I waste thousands of dollars for an attempt? Is it...
August 2011
8 posts
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Well, sometimes I like to think. And sometimes that doesn’t involve you.
Or at least that’s how it ought to be.
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Today the ache of summer evenings twiddled softly beneath my skin, and for a moment, I knew freedom in the ghost of my sister’s laughter. My mother’s lily white skin somehow rang of empty clouds as she brought the tin fork of marble cake towards her lips and my father’s guffaws did me in. They were all fools encapsulated in that bittersweet heartbreak of vast and endless time...
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I am so sick of love and the idea of a perfect valentine. I am so sick of pretention laced in a devil’s smile. I am so sick of quiet laughter and heated stares. I am so sick of if-onlys and regrets. I am so sick of coaxing you out of your shell. I am so sick of longing and I am so sick of dreaming. I am so sick of heartache and I am so sick of lies. I am so sick of butterflies and the idea...
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Maybe today I’ll set your memory on fire so that you will be reduced to nothing but ashes in the wake of the flame that will consume the miasmic barrier between my past and present selves.
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Maybe yesterday I would have stroked the elephant’s skin but today I wanted ivory lace draped across my collarbones. Where else can I put the well-worn fools but underneath the silk of fine delicacies, to be buried under the sunsets of those last May evenings?
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Once, I was afraid of platitudes, of unwon compliments masquerading as authentic, of tooth-liars, with their promises of fool’s gold. Now it seems I cannot sift the sand from the ore, that I’ve lost the desire to. Maybe I’ll stay where they want me to stay, and maybe I’ll listen to what they want me to hear; and maybe I’ll keep the hollow knocking in my chest, this...
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And it was then that I saw the hunger in her sunken eyes, a hunger that was of unspoken longing, bitter silence, of the loss of a day or two in the sunshine, one with no words; one borne of loneliness and casual decisions wrung in tired hands and dead thoughts, with no mother or father to soothe or console, with only a tired old sister waking for the same pathetic hope.
And that hunger…was...
July 2011
1 post
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Plucked anew from soiled sand,
we were licking stars—
Promise, moon.
Death toils under unruly night,
seas tossing galleons of human pearls—
Promise, moon.
Sad charms drift to cloudless skies,
bottled spirits in tune to sorrow—
Promise, moon.
May 2011
32 posts
Status: Drowning under paper, pens, monitor glares; too much homework, commitments, job applications, tests, etc.
I know I haven’t been posting in a while anyway, but I thought I should just make my temporary hiatus official. I’ll be back in a few weeks and by then, I’ll have time to get back to you on your messages. Here’s to finishing this disastrous year as well as can...
chicken--scratch asked: I'm looking to start a youth poetry slam team in the NYC/Northeast New Jersey area, and I'm trying to get the word out. Thus, if you would be so kind as to post this, I'd be very grateful to you. If you're interested in the details, feel free to make good use of the ask box!
As for location and schedule, it will be arranged according to the convenience of the...
As for location and schedule, it will be arranged according to the convenience of the...
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i’m torn between
spent nights, writhing restless on soaked sheets
bruised elbows on silent fingertips;
false slumber where mouths meet, touch speaks
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we are nothing but fires flickering on lonely coals, our frowns spilled on dying ashes flames, ebbing embers cheap, dark as tar—
we’re pale in the moonless night; our hands tickle the creases on our palms and our lips meet but the stars in your eyes have faded my fingers are shackles; wrinkled whispers taint the dimness, mar this oasis of silk and sand you tell me— we’ll...
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i feel most alive when i think every breath is my last.
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forget it, sweet, please— before you poison my lips with hollow words and peppered fingers.
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my mind is a dry damned prison cell;
no walls no creases just the sweetly springing ticktock of chaos in the doldrums of an idle head
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don’t tell anyone i said this, but your smile brings the sun to shame, and you’re pretty as a picture but harder to take.
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ma mère et son fou
“mon petit. c’est minuit! n’es-tu pas fatigué?”
mais je désire les etoiles, la magie de la nuit.
demain, le soleil viendra— mais ce soir je ne veux pas manquer le clair de lune.
walk towards me and you’ll see me dance in the corridors; touch my hand and you’ll feel the cool, clammy fear in my fingertips; smile me your smile and you’ll see my lips shake in nervous disgrace and i’ll swallow my pride and wave back—only your downturned head to give any indication of a connection in the crowded halls.
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Penny for your thoughts, you say and my eyes whisper, “You don’t really want to know.”
Your shrug is utmost numbness and your teeth manage to slip out from underneath your pink lips and you say, “Try me, dearest,” and we kick the autumn leaves on the sidewalk to the tune of the rakes and scrape of schoolchildren on gravel. And all I can do is murmur and flush red and...
scribbledpoetry:
My friend thosevelvetwords gave me some wonderful advice for improving the quality of my feedback, so here we go.
Go ahead and leave a piece of poetry or short prose (or a link) in my message box. I’ll take the first five that I recieve. In the next week, I’ll get back to you with my critique in your message box, so please submit only if you have an ask box open. I’ll try my...
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If there’s anything I can say, it’s that heartbreak is the most comfortable of muses.
Rejection is bitter, but heartbreak I can willingly fall under, bewitched by your spell in relative safety because the high tides have passed and I can sink my toes in the sand, alone.
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You’re listed in the quiet that the room makes when a thick echo yawns out of the corners and the crowds hush for the moving pictures on the screen. Your thoughts are loud and I can feel them reverberating in the thickness of my skull.
“Stupid? Is that what you think I am?”
And the words roll off my mouth, the only time my tongue wasn’t pulled into knots in your presence. Your frown spoke...
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Don’t you think it would be lovely to see you, wrap myself in the folds of your sweater and blow you a kiss, make your eyes spark?
But I can’t and I won’t; you still leave a mark I have to erase with words.
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When I cried, you used to whisper in my ear, “Take my hand and glide on the ice; you’ll get the hang of it sooner than later,” and I laced up the ropes on the blades with your hand in mine and I’d shiver in the coolness of the rink. You were the only one to offer and I forgot to tell you thanks because I was too shy and I didn’t want a silence that spoke.
You were lovely; I remember the hair cut...
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To My Mother--
I remember when December nipped on our toes and promised snow and the shivers came then you wrapped me in your overcoat and said it was fine, you weren’t cold.
I remember when spring light danced beneath our eyes and sunshine draped us in finery and we sipped tea underground— it was bitter, you spit it out— but the laughter, you wouldn’t.
I remember when butterflies...
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Don't deny your place in society.
Wisdom from my father’s mouth that I’ll have to ponder later.
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I wish I wouldn’t think of you when I hear the...
I wish I wouldn’t think of you when I hear the owls at night mourning for their mice and the ill heart of dawn two minutes past the sunrise. I wish I wouldn’t think of you in the silk of my sheets and the whisper of breath in the morning when my mother sighs me awake.
I wish I wouldn’t think of your gentle hands and warm mouth in the grass sitting alone with the words in my hands, inked. I wish I...
justoneofthoseweirdpeople-deact asked: "Wish you wouldn’t thumb/the corners of my past;/keep the/bygones/old memories,/let me/reinvent myself/anew"
Something I can definitely relate to as well
Something I can definitely relate to as well
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what i wouldn’t give to
feel the rain on your salty skin
trace the sad lines on the planes
of your mouth
slip on your knees on the grass
in spring and let the sun
hear the words we murmur
then I’d pat your thoughts away
and we’d let the day simmer
in silence entangled on the cords
of your scars then we’d
listen to the sparrows
‘til the moonrise and
bottle...
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one day, i want to find you
laughing and
smiling and
scrunching up your eyes tight like
she’s the best you’ve ever seen;
one day i want to find you
chuckling and
flushing and
sighing like dreams are finally better than reality;
one day i want to find
those lips parted,
those teeth gleaming,
her hands running through your hair;
then i’ll ask you
how your skin feels
...
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weary thoughts
ache to climb
a mind stranded on
the clouds
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we don’t talk we inhale;
we pass it on in the silence
even so you tell me
good luck.
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your voice quiet; sleep in its depths yawn every few seconds you seem to be wracking the thoughts in your head finding every excuse to reach out and i don’t know how to clutch hold of your hand across this crevice.
you tell me someone called five minutes ago. you ask me about my boyfriend—i don’t have one, you say that’s good—you ask me, no really, about my lover and...
poetsoul asked: Are you really only 14? Your poetry and thoughts are very deep and mature for someone of your age.... it's encouraging to see young people writing...you have a great talent...
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sometimes, i want
to stop being tongue-tied
and just say it
let loose;
consequences be damned
but then I remember
that drop in my heart and
the blood in my cheeks
and I tell myself
regret
is the easier
feeling.
Anonymous asked: You're a way better than I am. Not everyone on here is so talented as you are. I have a lot of trouble with form... I like free verse but I also like rhyming poems (: I enjoy the way they sound when one speaks them. I have trouble with deciding on rhyme scheme and the number of lines per stanza... I can't stay consistent with it throughout a poem.
Like here are two of my...
Like here are two of my...
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stupid things.
i want to stop thinking about the shape of your lips
or how your smile makes me think of sunflowers and rain
or some other stupid comparison that can never ring true
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i want to stop thinking about how your eyes steal the words from my mouth
or how your footsteps tap my heartbeats into feeling
or some other stupid thing you’ll never hear
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i want to stop thinking about the prickling...
April 2011
107 posts
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our words shook hands
looked each other in the eye; why
did it feel so warm?
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your touch is soft today;
calm the roughness in your palms
in a bridge of stolen stares
Anonymous asked: I like writing. I like your writing. I wanted to let you know that. Where do you get your inspiration?
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presentations
nervous, your arms shake
fix your gaze on me instead
i always listen
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what a lovely feeling it is to
let go
toss the guns
quit the drowning
let the springlight shine at last
let your eyes meet mine
marvel at the toffee and the cream
pale of your hand,
hear the lapping notes of your
sighs, gentle laughter
and
feel nothing
