February 2012
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Infinitives; Definitive.
To sing a song for soul to be for me perchance to see
To slander sounds for hearts to pound for me perchance to found
To bleed the blue for bold to bear for me perchance to where
To read the words for fault to real for me perchance to feel
To hear the dance for feet to flight for me...
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Father Figure
We’ve crossed paths A time or two (or twenty) And there is always you, And these words are long overdue.
There are reasons.
I am lost, and you are found, You are swimming, I am drowned. I still reach out to you.
I read you in sand Between my toes, I know you in salty air crisp-full in my nose.
I feel you in feels ...
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My Lovely Lilli
If I were to compare you To a flower, dear, A lily wouldn’t do.
I see more daffodil More spring & yellow & bright & smile So sweet to light my days and laugh my nights.
You remind me — near constant — No matter what I’ve seen, People caring & giving & pure & true Exist.
Even if (they) are only you, You...
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Harmonics
Half-screamed words Written on our backs Nails breaking lines And walls meeting spines And sweat and thrust —
This is the song our lust makes. This is the song our lust makes. This is the song our lust makes.
Half-whispered words Written on fogged mirrors Symphonies soft-slipped Between tangled limbs And twisted sheets —
This is the song our love makes. This is the song...
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Pick me.
If you want my love, Have it. Close palm around it, Hold it. Soft but strong, Carry it. In rich black soil, Bury it. Become the rain, Feed it. Become the sun, Nurture it. Let it bloom, Watch it. If you want my love, Pick it.
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Patrick… <3
apocalypsepoet:
Spider legs tapping away at The weave we weave our words of, Her nimble sonata waxes beyond the grasp Of the insects below her Witnessing things we cannot comprehend Through her poetic compound lens, And I embrace my simple cliche, If that her versed fangs would pierce my veins, Just to feel her touch upon me. And let death linger as it may.
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I don’t know why I bother tracking my own tag when things never show up. :/
Thank you, Kevin. This is absolutely beautiful.
takingstockofwhatmattersmost:
she walks barefoot along silken beaches
alone
save the seagulls
they are her constant companion
and where waves once danced
foot prints mark the recession
the drawing back to mother ocean
drawing her emotion with it
she will...
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Never Say Never
“What’s up with you?” he asked, setting a beer in front of her and spinning the other chair around, backwards. Her face read angry — perplexed, perhaps; and a bit confused. His mind couldn’t peg the color. Was she purple? Or red? Or some shade of pink? Lavender. Puce.
She flipped her pen in the direction of the beer. “Nothing. It’s nothing. Carry on.”
“Oh, bullshit. Come on,” he cracked open...
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It's still unread.
I don’t know what to write for you, But I’ve done it, yet, before — I read your words, They’re haunting me, I’m left still wanting more.
I know your hymn Obtuse, recluse, Your voice Still haunting same — It’s you, the man Behind the words Whose name I will proclaim.
For you, my dear, Have seen the same And felt likewise, as me I only wish to share your...
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Go long.
I found a friend (it seems) I wasn’t even looking. He was you, and you were there all along (it seems)
Waiting for me to take that left that just felt right.
I know your face, I know your name, I know your eyes, I’ll never be the same.
I feel you smiling, and I believe in you, and You believe in me, and I believe ...
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Creatine
I just want I just want you I just want you to know.
I want you to know me.
I want you to hold tight, and strong and true.
To me, yes. But mostly, to you.
I want you to lean on me At least as much As I lean on you. (and that leaning is a secret) (I’ve told you just now)
I am yours. I love you more ...
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You will win.
I’ve imagined you a pirate Sailing the high seas Sword shining in moonlight As you plunder and pillage To make port in a tiny village
Trade captain’s sword For gypsy bells and finger cymbals Skin shining in moonlight As you capture every eye And steal every heart
The next day you’re a warrior Proud and true Spear-thrower shining in moonlight As you defend the weak Screaming...
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I'll meet you there.
And then there’s you.
I remember the first time (no I don’t, I’m making this up) I messaged you, assuming I’d get no response (I’m not lying about that part) (pinky-swear)
I don’t remember what was said, There or back. Does it matter? (sources say no) It’s not my place to flatter.
Is this a poem yet? Do...
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And we are we.
You may (or may not) Be wearing pants, But darling dear I’d love the chance To dance with you In kitchens clear of impediments to dancing and such For you, I fear — I love you much.
No worries there, You’re a beautiful girl, And when we’re where We’ll what and why And laugh at who, ‘cause who is you.
You are slumber parties ...
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First round's on me.
Many the miles lie (everyone lies) between Our fractured smiles And reams of dreams Rewritten.
Tell the story as it goes, No one knows (any different) When the songs all sound the same.
And you’re still there My secrets confessed Yet you still care, What’s this? I’m blessed.
To have a friend As feel as...
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And laughing.
You are my darling little sister, dear For though we’ve never met I feel you through the words you write, And haven’t written yet.
I’ll see you — at once too long and soon, (be ready for the hug) If so, until then — we’ll laugh, I’m sure, And we’ll all float on okay.
The silence and secrets and silly and songs ...
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Time is Relative
We have a tradition, love, And it started (it’s true) As traditions do, Without us now knowing When where or who. But always, I send my last words to you.
And things happen for reasons, And the reason is this — I can’t go to sleep Without sending you a kiss.
As the moon cedes the sky To the ever-rising sun I send you a smile, Knowing...
Starting something new...
I hesitate to announce this because y’all know (unless you don’t, in which case, this is me telling you) how I am with projects and keeping them going. But it’s been awhile since I’ve done something like this, and I want to do this, so I’m doing it.
It’s been nearly a year (give or take a month) since I started posting my writing on tumblr. In that time,...
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Relish this.
My darling, you May push to know But speak not of us, Our song, in trust does not exist —
To see not more Than what I give, Nor thrill in what’s Undone. (admire your skill)
You know not less Than what I am Nor more Than what’s to come.
For thrills, they are Fuck off Long gone
And yet you linger, still.
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You win. (she said)
I love you. (she said) How much? (he said) I love you more than sand. (she said) That makes no fucking sense. (he said) Have you tried to count all the grains of sand on all the shores of all the world? (she said)
Touché. (he said) But I...
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For Travis.
Graffiti on imaginative walls You write because with words you are obsessed Your verses flow to heed the muses’ calls As by Athena’s hand you have been blessed With beauty and a love that resonates Through ev’ry broken line and metaphor You dance with gods and tempt the ancient fates To leave your readers always wanting more. It’s obvious in every word you’ve penned...
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Happy Endings
I want to read your story Your skin’s braille Words written In the lines Of your scars And find poetry there.
I want to read your verses Your sinking touch Words written In the spaces Between breaths And find existence there.
I want to read your words Your delicate whisper Words written In the air Next to my ear And find peace.
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Miasma
One morning we woke up and everybody was gone. Wait. No. That’s not what happened at all. Well, that’s exactly what happened, but that’s not why we woke up. We woke up at 6:00 a.m. because the power went out. Actually, I woke up first. And then I woke Bryce up.
“What the fuck is going on?” I said, shoving him.
He grabbed the pillow and put it over his head, rolling over. “Nothing’s going on. The...
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Stay on My Table
It seems you are a puzzle, dear That I can’t quite complete. I thought I had all the pieces, but It seems I’m missing a few.
You’ve hidden them, But I don’t mind. Every time we talk, I find another.
And now that I’ve completed The edges — I look forward to filling in the middle.
But let’s go slow, Because I like you, and truth? I only ever put...
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Limited Vocabulary
I took an online quiz once that concluded, based on my answers, that I knew approximately 37,100 words in the English language. This number (according to the statistics gathered by this study, and assuming all quiz-takers were truthful) is well above average for people around the same age as myself, with similar educational level and so forth.
I find it curious, then, that I cannot find the words...
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Three Words
We have spoken many and much and our words are verbose and varied, but there are only three that matter, and I don’t think you know how much they mean. I don’t think you understand how much this love means — or maybe you wish to shove it to the side. Maybe I’m wrong. But I don’t think you realize that I would travel to the ends of the earth for you. That I would give up everything I have and...
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An Art Lesson
I was grabbing some lunch and checking messages on my phone when I looked up and saw her. Just two tables down from me, a red ribbon holding her blonde hair back from her face but not from her shoulder. It spilled over, getting in the way of whatever she was working feverishly on. She brushed it back and sighed, her brow far more knitted and serious in concentration than the typical little girl...
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The Road
When I was growing up, my dad always had plenty of advice, and he always knew what he was talking about, and he was always right. And one of his favorite pieces of advice, one that fit nearly any occasion you wished to thrust it upon, was “Hope for the best, but plan for the worst.” Clearly your dad never gave you this advice, or if he did, you didn’t follow it. Either could be the case: your dad...
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The Princess and the Pen
Once upon a time (for that is when anything of any importance ever happens), there was a little girl, and she was a princess. No one knew she was a princess, because her mother had put her up for adoption when she was born. There was much war and violence in the kingdom, and her mother feared for her safety, so the princess was adopted by a middle class family in the United States and taken with...
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Eve
I bought this house last week. Abandoned, as most are now that we have returned, the city proclaimed safe for rehabitation. Cleaning out the dusty detritus in the place I found beneath the broken bed an ancient cell phone. I contacted a friend who specializes in such archaic and obsolete devices, and he extracted the data from the phone for me. Most of it — messages and old music and games and so...
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Ella Bella
Sarah turned 17 the day her daughter was born, and she named her Ella Bella. Sarah’s mother, Robin, thought that was a silly name, and feared the child would suffer embarrassment, but after all that had happened she thought it best to keep her mouth shut, so she did. Robin’s husband, Frank, who was not Sarah’s father, called the child “Hell’s Bells” under his breath, because that’s damn well what...
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The Coup
There comes a time in every girl’s life when she must stage a coup. This time may be evolutional or revolutional or monumental or elemental, but it will always be consequential. If that girl is a college student working part time as a barista in a café attached to a bookstore, that time is when a Famous Author comes to her town, to do a reading and book signing (albeit at another bookstore), and...
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Planes Fly; People Fall
True love exists, If at all — Only in moonlit minds And ink-strewn pages The Writer marked, Cautious and careful With the transcendent trappings Of a dreaming ideal.
A moment captured When love need not argue About who’s doing the dishes Or taking out the trash — When it’s still precious and perfect, Before being buried by Monotony and mundanity.
The golden hour At baggage claim When you look...
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Scribo ergo sum
Let’s talk briefly about self-esteem (where by talking, I mean that I’ll write something, and you’ll read it, and hopefully internalize it, and that’ll be the end of that). Late last night (or early this morning, depending on how you play your cards and when you sleep) I had a series of “anon hater” messages. I normally delete such messages, but at 2:00 a.m., I tend to think, “oh, I’m gonna bury...
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First Person
Yesterday, she was a 23-year-old man. Earlier this afternoon, she was a 12-year-old girl. Tomorrow, she thinks, she’ll be a middle-aged soccer mom. Or an elephant — they never forget, you know (so it’s said). Or maybe a penguin — there’s an existential quandary about them worth exploring. Because she’s a writer, and being a writer is such an amazing thing, really — you should try it!
And she...
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A Foreigner’s Guide to Terms of Endearment in the...
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Blue Orchid
That spring, he fell in love with a flower. She bloomed at night, opening her petals to the reflected light of the nascent moon. He tended her carefully; found her seeming delicateness belied by a surprising strong nature. He watered her, tended her, nurtured her. He stayed awake far longer than he should have to marvel at her blossom, he smiled upon her as she slumbered with the rising of the...
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But ever's nothing without the "for".
Sunset is no metaphor for beginning but that island was all they ever were. When she refused to wash her hair for fear of disturbing the smell of the sea locked in its burgeoning dreadlocked strands and her skin was browned by sun and softened by sand. He traced love with his toe and they shared smiles bittersweet and laced with secrets. “I’m afraid I don’t love you,” she said, and he said “give...
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Hands Hold Whispers
There is no explanation For the feeling of my fingers Entwined in yours In the solid grasp of contradictory truths —
We were two broken souls Bound to discover once blended — We become unbreakable.
I know this because My empty hand Still carries memories of yours.
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Solitaire
Not all who are alone are lonely. There is a distinction between the two that is fundamental despite being misunderstood and misconstrued. Some of us prefer to be alone and acting on that preference makes us the opposite of lonely. Those dependent on constant companionship will assume those who spend much of their time alone must be lonely, but those of us who prefer to be alone do not have the...
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Quilting
She pulled the thread In and out, tight Kept it taut — Just like grandma taught.
Each scrap A delicately woven Fragment of some other (prior) whole.
Uncomfortably sewn Into the larger warmth Of someone else’s dreams.
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Be the writer.
Life is a novel
** SPOILER ALERT **
Everybody dies.
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Good Morning
Night becoming morning More like the dark Caressing the soft underbelly of the light.
It is then, and only then (not only then) I wish you were here to stroke soft and solid and sing me
to sleep.
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Rain Falls
The rain, she speaks An honest, hopeful sort of sorrow.
She bleeds the ink of your favorite lines Running into the margins to mix with your notes dance with asterisks designed to resemble Daydream’s stars & passion’s scars.
Her whispers echo on the tin roof of time Hush now, sweet darling, it doesn’t have to rhyme ...
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How to Write an Essay in Two Clicks
Start with a thing you want people to think about. That thing should connect to something else, so you can get your point across. That thing should (preferably) be something the first thing has never before been connected to. Something unconventional. How are socks like tomatoes? How are guitarists like soccer players? If you’re at a loss as to what the other thing should be, write a bunch of...
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They become talons.
I’m fairly low maintenance, and I’ve pretty much always been that way, and that’s a lie. The last part anyway. I do still paint my nails, but only for fun, and because for a couple years I worked in food service and couldn’t paint my nails and telling me I can’t do something is a sure-fire way to guarantee it’s something I’ll want to do as soon as the opportunity arises. It is a small act of post...
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Using My Free Pass to Its Fullest Extent.
It is Valentine’s Day (well, it is here, for another couple hours anyway), and I have a “Get Away with Sap Free” Card (I just invented it, shut up). Throughout the day, I’ve seen writers here on tumblr writing pieces for other writers who have touched their hearts, or minds, or… other parts… in some way, and they’re all beautiful, and I’ll be honest, I felt a touch left out —...