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Sometimes I think about buying
a ring that represents forever
But who needs golden bands
when cold fingertips on my skin
draw eternity in shy circles
a ring that represents forever
But who needs golden bands
when cold fingertips on my skin
draw eternity in shy circles
Literature
How to love a poet:
Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
imperfections, sticky
metaphors
& an inability
to speak.
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
Your smile,
the sound of your voice,
the laugh lines—
bruises.
Know
Literature
To be a writer
You taste like decaying leaves
and October's bad habits-
when it’s halfway through February
that still haunts these bones.
I have allowed you to
claw your love
into my arms
and chant into my
uninterested ears
for much too long.
I wish I was one of those girls
who could say wild flowers
grow up through my nooks
and my crannies just to tear
through my skin, screaming.
I’m just that dead eyed deer
on the side of the road dreaming
of shoving a pen down my throat
and writing these verses inside out.
I am no scribe, prophet, or spell caster.
I know it.
My skin knows it.
My pen knows it too.
Years and years
from now
my mind will d
Literature
Two Years Later
She asked him gently, “Do you love me?”
In his long silence, she found closure,
And left her love under a willow tree.
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I write a lot of little snippets, but every once in a while I think they're good enough to post
For Ai-Bee, as always
You can reblog this on Tumblr too, if you'd like
I'll get to answering notes soon I hope!
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Romance written, lingering, transiently traced
a figure eight
like Snoopy skates
loops 'cross childhood ice rink
I wish I could say
what I want to say
as easily as the words you've
spoken~
Perfectly said, One Who Hath Been Dyed in Sunset Colors. Keep up the spreading of thy beauty~
a figure eight
like Snoopy skates
loops 'cross childhood ice rink
I wish I could say
what I want to say
as easily as the words you've
spoken~
Perfectly said, One Who Hath Been Dyed in Sunset Colors. Keep up the spreading of thy beauty~