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Bones and sinew cling
to the part of me
that is not human,
the part of me that
is yours.
Your lips are ready
to pounce mine when
you lace my neck with
the collar of hope.
It hangs too tightly.
to the part of me
that is not human,
the part of me that
is yours.
Your lips are ready
to pounce mine when
you lace my neck with
the collar of hope.
It hangs too tightly.
Literature
We Are So Fragile
Humans are so fragile,
We break so easily with words and actions.
Some are just better at hiding the shattered pieces than others.
Literature
if I could go back in time
it all started with a hello that
came fl-fl-flittering from
my quivering, adolescent lips
and then we
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b
l
e
d
into a hypersonic
oblivion were me melted together
in a symphonic mix
of words and the distilled
inks of dead poets.
we g r e w and glowed
and slowly we (I)
fell deeper into
uncharted waters that
made my bones grow cold
and my heart
drown with antic-
-pation.
when you offered to
show me the very galaxies that
swirled in my faltering irises,
when you splayed
your fingers against
my spine and urged me
toward the dancing
constellations
with your soft willow-whispers
Literature
Dear Poetry,
You will find out that I am not a strong person. Dragons do not make a home beneath my skin to hoard their treasured princesses. I am not that lucky. For I have misplaced collarbones just as quickly as I’ve misplaced hearts, a pulse still rhythmic against my fingertips. I am a monster of words, devouring Cummings and Plath with no ounce of self control left in my body. I promised myself this weight would not fall for the sharp edges of stars ground into your knuckles. But, write air into my lungs, poetry. Give this wild thing a reason to learn the definition of tamed.
Write me a poem, and I will promise to fall in love with you, sl
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Such concrete images - very beautiful!