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13 March 2009 @ 08:30 pm

You once whispered in the dark
that someday
you wanted to have a city apartment
and share a bedroom
with sunlit windows and me
that you wanted to bring
me the world watch wrinkles
grow on my hands and catch
stars behind our eyelids
You said you wanted to hold me forever

I said I wanted you to remember me


You once told me
that when we died you wanted
us to be buried under a tree in
a tangle of roots and be
reborn together in the
strong grain of wood
that even in death our love would grow

I said I wanted to be cremated


I listen to your
longwinded future
too poetic to be real for anyone but you
and watched your dreaming
eyes as you fall silent
see sunlight catch your
hair like it's claiming its own
I think the muses might have gifted
you because you enchanted them
given the words to describe the words
that would grow around their sound


You say that if the muses
gave you a gift it was
so you could describe me

There has never been a greater waste of words


You lay out the poems you've
written and your hopes on
the blue bedroom carpet saying
they're all for me

I tell you with regret that I have nothing to give you

You say you just want some time


You sing home-spun anthems of street lamps
hammock swung afternoons electric storms
of sidewalk cracks lost keys
and midnight summer eyes
of all the things you want

What do you want?

And for a second I want alleycat
gardens frayed sleeves and drinking
moonshine from broken bottles

I want to hold you forever

But a moment later its not true anymore


I never wanted to fall in love
Current Mood: relaxedrelaxed
Current Music: Hawthorne Heights - Decembers
13 March 2009 @ 08:22 pm
Butterfly struck mornings
And quiet breath no longer

She's gone you know

You are cloudy afternoons
Quiet grief cracked kitchen counters
You are afraid to fall asleep

She's moved on

You know you're lying
Cracked fingernails ink-soaked pages
cold street corners an your empty room

She's not lonely anymore

You have cat-footed silence
Clean sheets and a medicine cabinet
To keep you company

She's so in love

You don't need another broke heart
Falling eye-lashes salt-soaked pillows
Rough edges and missing pages

She isn't thinking of you

You should know of clammy hands
Flutter thoughts and fractal symmetry
And silence

She'll never understand
Current Mood: groggygroggy
Current Music: Jack's Mannequin - Lonely for Her
She closes the door
Without a goodbye
And she came without a greeting
And he ca't help but notice the symmetry

Seems like she's always running
From amorous glances
Searching for someone
Who won't look back

If heart breaking's a game girl
You're on a winning streak
And maybe it's time
To slow it down

She left him waiting
She left him hanging
She left him falling
At her heels

She's not looking back
And all she's hoping
Is that they'll stop
Watching her leave

If heart breaking's a game girl
You're on a winning streak
And it's time
To slow it all down

She left him waiting
She left him hanging
She left him dreaming
About what could've been

If heart breaking's a game girl
You're on a winning streak
And it's past time
To slow it down now

She left him waiting
She left him hanging
She left him wanting
What he couldn't have
Current Mood: confusedconfused
Current Music: Rescue Me - Hawthorne Heights
13 March 2009 @ 08:04 pm
She is a patchwork girl
Made of
Forgotten fabrics
Of forgotten dresses
That barely remember sunlight
Only the closet's interior
Made of
Threads pulled
From their loose purchase
On unraveling sleeves
Sewn with careless hands
And uneven stitching
Into one
Imperfect whole
A heart pieced together
Mismatched and leaky
Unsure unspeaking
Braver than she should be
And too human for words
Current Mood: apatheticapathetic
Current Music: Last Straw - Jack's Mannequin
13 March 2009 @ 07:56 pm
I stare,
reading asphault and dandylions,
the leaves in the drains
and the graying city air.
I lick words from my lips and sigh silence,
feel fractured joints against bruises and the sidewalk. 
Pluckind whispers from your tongue
and saving them in glass jars
and memory. 
Press purple into your skin
until you smell the rain and car exhaust
until brittle eyelashes
choked in dust
between us are like misunderstanding. 
Shiver spread skin,
peeling edges
make love a sickness. 
Fire etched arteries on wingless flight
amid steal boned edges
while the sky crackles underfoot.
Cough mutual dreams,
Lattice work spiderwebs,
like your choking on your failing hope. 
Current Mood: complacentcomplacent
13 March 2009 @ 07:51 pm
Welcome to my autobiography of lies
Of a prettier girl who knows more of the world
Then I ever will
She tells others tales and thought up sorrows
As her own
Moon eyed girl with rough fingertips
And lonely heart
I slip into her clothes, Her skin
Weave her memories
Write her mind and dream
Of bruises and empty rooms
Only she has known
Current Mood: crazycrazy
Current Music: Always Be - Jimmy Eat World
13 March 2009 @ 07:40 pm
Maybe rebellion is the fashionable way of saying
That our happy endings get farther the older we get
So be the one to prove me wrong
Take me back to the days when it was so different

Hey challenge to the world
From the unbelieving that are in love
And the romantics untouched
Prove that forked tongues aren't kind

Poisoned walk to my pitfall heart
That's not worth the wait or the journey
And velvet and honey aren't what I want anymore
Just the feel of your skin

So tell me this will end well
And if you lie I'll swallow them
For a chance at clearer vision and star-kissed skies
And the chance of blind enchantment

Come on lets be th antidote
For true love and autumn leaves
Didn't we decide
To make our own decisions?

Don't let the innocent benefit
From our mistakes
Let them make their own
And still hope for sunsets

Lets dance in lightening storms
Until we believe again
Let rain's fingers
Wet our hair and eyelids

Lets watch the changes again
And pretend we haven't seen it all before
Search for hope's horizon line
And sing away despair
Current Music: Kill - Jimmy Eat World
13 March 2009 @ 07:33 pm
Do you believe in true love? What about love at first sight?
i dont really believe in true love. i dont believe there is one perfect person out there just for you. i believe that you can fall deeply in love sure, but it wont last forever, or at least not without a lot of work. as for love at first sight.... its just stupid.
Current Mood: relaxedrelaxed
Current Music: Jimmy eat world
11 March 2009 @ 04:50 pm

ok so my friend drew to my attention the other day that if anyone does not know me and is reading my peotry, i appear to be amazingly hung up over someone, amasingly in love, or amazingly sadistic or depressed. I thought i should just put it out there: contrary to poular belief i dont have mutiple personality disorder. :]  most of my poems are about other people even if i speak in first person or the stories are made up based on a certain emotion. of course some of them are about me but ill leave that to your imagination ;] 

on another note: yay!!! i got my internet back! it was down for a few days and i missed it terribly! which just shows how much i rely on technology... oh well.  but i can go back to reading online books and check up on all of you here!

Current Mood: cheerfulcheerful
02 March 2009 @ 11:07 am
You're packing your bag for that magical desert island that happens to have electricity, a TV, and a DVD player—what five DVDs do you take with you?
Donnie Darko
Princess Mononoke
Howls Moving Castle
Veronica Mars seaon 1
Criminal Minds season 1

Ok so I kinda cheated adding tv shows... but they are still amazing!
Current Mood: coldcold