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  1. in flux (a hungry love song)

    caress the sun which drips and flows from my mouth my hunger is an abyss and you a marble. minute and absurd in the dark but blue all the same i'll pour out that light and serve it to you on a silver platter drink, drink, please my dark is home, i need it. let me eat. the skin above my heart is thin and stretched shadows flock to the space between beats
  2. Erupt

    Call me over to you in the dark, Entice me with the molten lava that seeps from your mouth. Your creeping smoke entraps itself inside my lungs. Initiate a slow burn within the veins that continue to force oxygen through me. Until I can no longer move. Turn my body into a mountain. A slowly growing rock formation that is born from the lava that singes my skin I will be immune to the incoming storm Under an umbrella of volcanic ash I am reborn as a stone. Peeking through the tide, I can breathe again.
  3. letters to my past self V

    you and phoenix will be clinging to a balcony railing, trying to see as far into the night as you can, when he asks if he can tell you something. you nod, not sure what to expect. he tells you he loves you, that he's been in love with you ever since the night when upon seeing him--a stranger at the time--said "who are you?" "go away." alas, you put my lesson to not trust towards the wrong person. phoenix backs away when you start shifting. the dragon you will become is large, winged, and most importantly, spiked with poison. you tell yourself it's a joke. after all you've been wronged so many times before, why should this be any different? he doesn't try to block the thorn that enters right below his heart.
  4. Things I wish I was brave enough to say.

    I wish I didn't love you as much as I do Wow I wish you'd just respond. Have you ever lied to me? Why did you not want me to ever post about you..? Were we ever really.. together? What am I to you? Like really? Do you really love me? Are you lying to me now.? How do I know that you're actually telling me the truth? I wish you'd just be open about our relationship I don't even know what we are I'm sorry I'm not enough
  5. CPR that kills twice

    I. With the blues that beat against my overwhelmed reds, I have poisoned puddles of scars. Veins that tear apart have boiled enough to take over your sheer mass. Alas! The ruined city inside us waits to thump again. Alas! A dead soul still hopes to breathe again. Alas. II. Must we forget the broken strings which once revived in us our lost faith in eternity? Must not we try to get intoxicated by fantasy anymore? Alas! Not as much as life is concerned, a swig of bitter truth taken abruptly is enough to console our days of dizzy romance.
  6. You Are A Paradox

    Eyes like the ocean they came from Or the thick green forests Rich in thorns And dew droplets Born from the condensation of rain clouds Wet. Lips like the barren deserts that offer warmth And entrapment followed by inevitable death Or tilted old trees Encouraged by the wind to fall Dry. Hands like flames Licking up and down my body Soon to overheat Like an old engine that can hardly move But only tremble Hot. Heart like the icy peak of Mt. Everest Nearly Impossible to reach Yet curiously intriguing Any explorer that gets so far is sure to freeze to death Cold. Smile like the falling fluff From the same clouds your eyes occupy Except chilling, and yet Soft. Gaze like a cliff Likely to crumble yet remains Holding a captivating view Only to be pursued with safety gear And determination Rough.
  7. Chapters of Impossibility

    or, In Which I Learned it is Not Impossible for Someone to Fall in Love with Me Chapter One: In which you came out to your best friend in the world as offhandedly as you possibly could, and I said I know with a grin because I have always been able to read you. Chapter Two: In which the letters began with everything and anything we didn’t know about the other crammed inside, Literally, in my case. I began to wait for your horrified text when you would find five folded pages in a letter, when you told me You’re just wasting paper Chapter Three: In which our letters weren’t enough and so we would text each other for hours at a time. And you laughed at bad jokes and asked me what boy I liked, and laughed when I told you who, but your laugh had an edge. You would look at me just a little too long too often, and I said She’s my best friend and just because she likes girls doesn’t mean she likes you and other things that were true. Chapter Four: In which your texts began to say I’m thinking of you, and you’d have nothing else to say. And you could be halfway around the world but you’d stay up too late to tell me The water today reminded me of you, And I would say You’re sweet and one day I told you that our friend liked the same boy as me (a petty drama) and I repeated to you that you were my best friend. You did not reply. Chapter Five: In which you responded and returned from the West Coast with gifts for us all, and I wrote you again, even though we saw each other every day. In which you told me to just tell the boy, that he’d be stupid not to like me, and I refused for the sake of my friend. Chapter Six: In which you teased and hinted until I gave in and just told. Not him, her. She thought I was joking until it hit her I wasn’t. I told you it was over, that I had done it, and you seemed relieved. Chapter Seven: In which you talked to him because you’d known him for ages, and I prayed you hadn’t told him how I felt about his beautiful eyes and laugh like sunshine because I wanted our friend to have a better chance than me because I believed that she already did. You asked if you could talk about me at all, I said obviously. You told me that’s what you’d been talking about together. Chapter Eight: In which I choked on the air I inhaled so badly I had to leave. So I batted your hands and his stunned gaze away from me, because I didn’t want the pity of anyone whose opinions mattered so much to me. Chapter Nine: In which you had a terrible, horrible week and texted me in a panic, and I didn’t hug you because you never liked hugs from anyone, but then you asked me for one. And so I hugged you on purpose for the first time, and you pretended you were fine. Chapter Ten: In which you looped your fingers through mine while we ate and I allowed it because you wanted to be more comfortable with casual touch and I didn’t doubt it was anything more. Chapter Eleven: In which I considered the impossible, in which friends began to act strange around me, cautious, tiptoeing around corners of conversation and jumping when I mentioned your name. Chapter Twelve: In which I got sick, and you got mad when I couldn’t come back for full days at a time, when you got angry about my doctors appointments, when I became worried about you as I fell apart. Chapter Thirteen: In which I finally found the impossible was reality. Chapter Fourteen: In which I was confused, and poured my consciousness into pages. Chapter Fifteen: In which I made a mistake, the mouse slipped, the cat ran out of the bag after it, and our friends saw. Chapter Sixteen: In which you saw, and suddenly you had no words to say back. Chapter Seventeen: In which another friend confronted me, and told me that she knew and how I could I not have, I read that girl like a book. In which I didn’t cry, but I tried to take back what I said, to make it how it was before, to grab her hand as I watched her falling away from me. Chapter Eighteen: In which I blamed myself, as usual. I didn’t believe her because I didn’t believe the impossible could ever happen to me. Chapter Nineteen: In which I knew that I missed her but didn’t know how to call her back. I knew there was no going back. Chapter Twenty: In which I learned that time and space hadn’t made this better, that I hurt you more by looking at you and calling you my best friend every day than I had by not realizing what you were trying to say. --------------- Note: Is it bad that I'm still writing about this? also the spacing got weird and I can't fix it. I don't know. Sorry.
  8. She Found the Universe

    i'm jealous. there are already galaxies in your eyes, and yet my own lie like a glaring soar, straining for such tenderness and refraction gaping at the beauty around me and yet, never truly appreciating what i see. do you understand how much love you have? i swear that every time i turn around i find another solar system hidden in those eyes of yours. and your family and friends have hung constellations, (they must have) but that doesn't amount to the planets and suns and moons and every speck of space dust that has been accounted for and hung so carefully in your eye. you have been given the universe. and i turn and i see who hung so many of those stars and they may not have as many stars in their eyes, but they are a mirror, they reflect their love outward. and sometimes they worry they hung too many stars in your eyes, so they try to take them away, take them back, hide them from you, but they can't, because you notice when they try and it hurts you. and since they are a mirror, what hurts you hurts them. i hope you know who found the universe in your eyes. ------------ Note: So, I can't really take credit for all of these words, because the majority of them came from when one of my friends was trying to break it to me gently that my best friend was in love with me and went on this huge analogy of hanging stars. All the same, I think it's a beautiful poem, and it does mean a lot to me.
  9. Wildflowers

    The sun Not a creator, necessarily, but certainly god like Giving life to the seeds as they sleep Two worlds, so alike in their fervor, pulsing with life And yet so different as well From darkness to the brightest sunlight they emerge The smallest of green tendrils That tie together above and below The perfect definition of a bridge between And as the roots conquer the land underground The leaves will reach towards the sky Unending, expanding Yes they will die Their leaves will wither and their roots cease to explore Their colors will fade until the brightest hues are no more But the most beautiful thing about wildflowers Is that out of their death will always come a new life
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