August 2011
7 posts
I'm coming back.
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365prose:
<August 2, 2011>
Car accident. Learning to walk again.
July 2011
106 posts
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281.
I’m counting the stars
Small ends of the universe
That shine in your eyes.
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Life in a nutshell
is empty
We exist
trying to reach a moment of
pure imagination
of peaking happiness.
We do not.
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Longing to regress to my infantile years of simplicity.
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Winter.
Shortness of breath
You run to me
your teeth a touching
your body shakes
Fling your arms around me
cry deeply without reserve
winter nips at us
ignore it, hold yourself
in my arms while I
hold you.
365 days of Prose: 6. →
365prose:
<July 30, 2011>
I count my fingers as they slip into yours.
One.
We are walking, you are talking. I watch your breath slip out in the fresh evening air, climbing from your lips onto the clouds.
Two.
Your words, however wonderful they may be, are muffled by my thoughts. I hear you talking, but…
I want a love letter
belleoftheboulevard:
Someone please write me a love letter.
I will love you forever.
365 days of Prose: 5. →
365prose:
<July 29, 2011>
We were driving late at night. She sat in the passenger seat, knees curled up and her eyes staring at trees and walls we passed. Ever few seconds, we would slip under a lamppost and her wavy blonde hair would illuminate. I counted the stars in her eyes when she glanced at me and I…
probably the best one yet. and there’s only been five.
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Every stone I carry
on my back, in my hands
is a story
of our last fight
the death of my greatest foe
(or perhaps friend?)
My first kiss, what a mistake
the songs of myself
weights of experience
that keep my feet
on the ground
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I have this odd longing
to touch you.
even if we brush hands,
or your fingers skate across mine.
To know you exist.
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6.
We separated.
the stitches connecting us
now frayed at the edge.
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Vicarious bird of the song vicarious of the feeling of the heart— sound carrying the light light carrying the dark out of mourning into the morning
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It seems we go farther when we don’t count steps or shorter when we don’t know how some are small, considered one others stretch past ourselves. we are young-growing older nearly growing old yet we still takes steps happy to have steps to take.
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365prose:
<July 27, 2011>
The other day, a friend of mine painted a portrait of me with beautiful colors and all the painting words artists use nowadays. It was magnificent but my friend said he was going to sell it for himself. Tonight, I plan to go over to his house, slit his through in his sleep, steal the painting, and sell it as a self-portrait. Plagiarism is an easy crime. Murder,...
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Girl.
You said good-bye but
moments ago you gave me hello.
I caught you in my glancing eyes
yet it would be long until I crossed words with you.
You are gone now, far off from
sight.
I long to search your eyes
for universes, spot constellations of your freckles.
Release my fingers from pockets and skate
over your hands.
Lay on a hill at night and watch stars
creating our own worlds, or own
...
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365prose:
My fingernails scratch the black metallic surface, skin prickling. I run my hand over the red flag, flicking it up and down for a moment. I do not have to wait, because I know already the postman has come and gone, but I am nervous. I am afraid, unsure, and not ready to be disappointed.
I push through it though. I clasp the plastic knob and pull, listening the sharp creak, metal...
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Afternoon seeps through the blinds yet sleep permeates from my skin. Walking through colorful dreams? or drifting in gray? Sincerely, my fingers skate over your beating drum. I turn to the window, blink once, and fall back into you, back into sleep.
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You are beautiful.
Not in looks, or what you say
but in who you are
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I wonder why you even said good-bye; your hello had slipped through my fingers a few days earlier. I could still hear it in my ears when you were to leave, to never cross paths again. Confusion sifted around in my mind, mixed with disappointment, sadness, and a bit of longing. You wrapped your arms around my waist, my neck prickles. Our skin is laced together, like you are roots and I am the...
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I will touch the stars
create constellations of
your moles and freckles.
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Dear You: The Day I Met You - 1 →
writeletterstoyou:
[June 12, 2010]
This story begins late. But so does life, doesn’t it? Those infantile years where our memory has short boundaries. I wouldn’t consider those living years; we only exist. As we age and are dreams and memories can be relived to the fullest, then we are alive.
I was sitting…
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I should probably tell you all. gah.
To my dear followers:
I will be gone for the next two weeks (until July 24th actually) at a creative writing camp at Iowa University. SO I won’t be on tumblr very much at all.
But when I get back, POEM CITY.
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Could you hold the door?
Seems my exit from your life
is taking place now.
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Tumblr. Work.
Please, tumblr, really.
Don’t be that guy we know, The
one who hates working.
“Poetry…black and white renderings of rainbows of emotions.”
– ~Kevin Stock (via takingstockofwhatmattersmost)
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kudipeaches:
Is the silent type A nose in a book, pen in hand In a world far from me Both puzzling and enticing Hands vie to figure him whole Only specklings show His prose, his verse, his lone heart I read and repeat Wondering how could this man Be no one’s love when he’s perfect Perfect in every way to me ©2011 KUDiYAH CA’LYSSe. All Rights Reserved
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Fire in the rain.
The tears on your tainted skin.
When do the lies stop?
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What's in the cards?
francis-wonders:
What’s in the cards? Have you got any aces on me? I was the king, But now I’m losing to the queen.
You once had my heart, The diamond I gave you one night. You were the ace, Before that one big fight.
You’ve seen my cards, You lay out your hand. Guess I just lost, Now that I’ve seen your demands.
You win.
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364.
francis-wonders:
Lost my train of thought
staring deep into your eyes
What’s my name again?
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67.
Wishing for something much deeper than water. A monosyllabic word that I can never lose.
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shesanargonaut:
francis-wonders:
Tell me what to do
whisper softly in my ear
direct me to you.
I’ll say all the things
necessary to get you
loving the right way.
But will I hear you?
Can your words release me from
the fate I’ve been left?