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i survived.i am from a yellow slide in my backyard.
i am from fresh-brewed iced tea
and monday night tv.
i am from the strawberry-place.
i am from the pink and green cushions
the yellow high-heeled shoe
i remember sitting on so many nights.
i'm from six-dollar lunches,
and the shack next to the river,
from paths in the woods and
a marathon down my street.
i'm from knuckle smacks with a ruler
and notebooks full of doodles,
from my brother's tests taped to the fridge.
i'm from faithless sleeping in sundays,
with criticisms logged
and bruised pride.
i'm from a broken love,
dinners on the deck
with the sound of air conditioners whirring.
from chasing squirrels up and down a swingset
to the treetops.
i am from blue skies and green fields,
and I'd like you to know:
do you think of me?my words never turn out right
when i put them on paper,
like every time i tried to tell you
i wanted you closer;
the only thing i want -
the only thought that keeps me up at night
rattling at the bars in the cage of my mind
begging to be set free
is being in your arms;
and the worst mistake i ever made
was pushing you away,
because i never meant it at all;
if this is the start of a new day
do you think i could be yours?
all these lines i've written
have blurred into one;
words don't have meaning
without someone to read them,
and i can't just press send.
cerebrum.if it's midnight already and i can't feel you anymore,
it's because you're savoring the taste of someone else;
or maybe it's because you're just lost in all the shades of blue,
the word "farewell" comes in so many colors.
if you've climbed too high and still haven't found a signal,
it's because my thoughts are lost somewhere in jupiter's storm
or maybe it's because i'm asleep on a train
heading far, far away from you.
i took a metaphor literally once when i cut you out of my life
with a pair of rusty black-handled scissors and every picture that i had of us.
it never seemed to work, i could never chase you out of my head,
and that was when i realized that you lived there.
you're everything and nothing i've learned in history class,
about guillotines and revolutions,
and if i know one thing, it's that you're surely not a Saint
and no sir, i will not love you.
gold dust.his lips were soft,
so lovely and irresistible-
his kiss woke the day
and shattered the night,
tracing letters on my skin
and entwining his fingertips
in the auburn cascades
of my hair.
as he pressed himself
closer to me,
i couldn't help but
close my eyes and
blind myself to everything
but his gentle touch
and the feeling of
his body against mine.
gold dust fell where
our lips met,
marking the path behind us
and carrying us beyond-
turning our wounds to
the faint pink lines
of scar tissue:
memories we won't
cigarettes and strawberry kisses.he has a habit of kissing my fingertips
and leaving his scent behind
so i may be reminded
that his lips belong to me.
my first DLDfirst off, i want to thank all of you who've ever read and favorited my pieces. you all mean the world to me, and i couldn't be more honest about that.
next, i want to thank ~doodlerTM and =LadyofGaerdon for suggesting and featuring my piece, respectively. thank you so, so much.
the DLD article can be found here http://dailylitdeviations.deviantart.com/journal/Daily-Literature-Deviations-for-June-13th-2012-308052082
and the featured piece can be found here http://snow-angels.deviantart.com/art/cerebrum-306221346
once again, thank you all <3 if i haven't personally already, just know that i mean it.
see you in the morning, loves.
Nothing is concrete and I don't even feel like myself anymore.
Wasted so much time filling holes I thought
I had, busy drowning what I had that was complete.
Now I'm steadily learning self-discovery,
and as my thoughts of you shake and fade
I'll start to see that I'm really just replacing
you with me,
With new love for myself, a wide and
brightly-painted open door.
I've forgotten the sound of your laughter,
and you're safer when you don't feel real.
I can fight you off when you come in drifting
pieces, like floating dust reflecting old
Full force, you reclaim everything from me,
and I just couldn't bear your light,
your draw, your breath
from up close.
I'll banish all the remnants of that old feeling
in favor of a lightness
I was never allowed to treasure before.
You don't control me anymore.
I know you never asked to be the globe
around which I revolved,
But you were, and I just couldn't help
There was none of the heavy darkness in
you that I always
A LetterIf I lifted up the tiny trap called time,
and released it from my mind,
I would then gaze with fire-bright eyes
across the distance between
you and I to where our hearts entwine,
your mirrored soul beating
steadily with mine.
Nothing can temper that light that
shivers upon the iron string
that links your precious soul to mine.
To God I look, thankful for
all the beautiful things He has placed
in my life, and most of all,
for you, my most brilliant of lights.
If ever I faced eternity with another
hand in mine, I know beyond
a tiny quivering question, with all
the heart I can possess,
That standing on the brink of what is
left, I could look beyond
the expanse of time to find you, and
only you, by my side.
MeShe asks for no one's permission
But her own
To shed her clothes,
To make light of all the darkness,
The lurking crude remarks they
Make in whispered vipors
Slithering between the crawling
Masses of self-loathing and despair.
No, now she lets down her own hair,
And shakes out the sparkles nesting there --
As the rejected stop to stare,
To judge and throw missles
Of hate and superstition.
They refuse to listen to any
Choosing to forget their own worth,
To lie in the darkness without mirth,
Long since lost since their birth:
Alone, alone, abandoned, diseased;
Left to forget, forgot how to live freely,
To learn simply how to be
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