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I dream of the ocean;
that paper-thin line where
the current swallows the stars
and the water churns violet
(you tell me to be
quiet,
dandelion queen, we've
heard all these words before)
tonight
I will sleep heavy
and wake a few hours before dawn,
only to forget my name
my wave-weathered heart will cry,
I will cry (my biggest fear
is drowning in too many
of my own weighted words
you tell me to be
quiet
so I can hear the world breathe)
I want to go home
that paper-thin line where
the current swallows the stars
and the water churns violet
(you tell me to be
quiet,
dandelion queen, we've
heard all these words before)
tonight
I will sleep heavy
and wake a few hours before dawn,
only to forget my name
my wave-weathered heart will cry,
I will cry (my biggest fear
is drowning in too many
of my own weighted words
you tell me to be
quiet
so I can hear the world breathe)
I want to go home
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Literature
Metamorphosis
I wrote you a letter -
tried to phrase a suicide note,
but instead came out
with words that butterfly with hope
and blades that divide decisions
and not wrists. It spoke of love,
of that quiet desperation that I feel
when I am waiting for you to meet my glance,
your averted eyes poised with concentration. It spoke
of how long I waited to build a lifetime
with you, and how in many ways I still am.
It spoke of promises that balloon as uncontrollably
from my chest as panic sometimes drums from
my feet. But mostly,
it spoke of the destructive power of trust;
moment by moment, you destroy my barriers. I
mutilate beyond repair.
Literature
love poem for a poet
and if you ever complain
of writer's block
I will hold you
your chest pressed to mine
close and warm and quiet
and trace every word
that's been eluding you
onto the blank page
of your back
Literature
flowers settle
we seen the Else
of softless
for florets sow
of wetter feet.
seen owls flew
to sell wows for
we owe these
flowers love to set
for lost
well loveless
so's
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(i live near the coast, i wish the water was really that romantic)
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This is really lovely. I particularly like the first stanza. Your poetry shines.