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In Another Life
I stare at your beautiful face,
at your wide smile underneath freckled cheeks,
at your unknowing blue eyes, filled with glimering stars,
hear the way your laugh sounds as it bounces through the hall, -
Like the Movies
I wish missing you was like the movies
that I could fall delicately to the floor in a wave of white lace and tears
let the mascara run, but only for a moment
and then wipe it away, my cheeks the color of rose petals -
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Age 14
Her brown eyes are wide, hidden under glasses
She's creative, she's intelligent, she knows what she believes and she's
ready to fight for it, -
Ghost Girl
I chase after her shadow,
hunt her down, try to find her once again,
but once I do, I walk right through her transparency.
I see her in dreams, her wide smile, her freckles -
eyes
My brother told me in a dream that I have his eyes.
I guess I do, but I never noticed it.
I think about the way he said it,
faced cocked to the side, sitting at a restaurant
where my mother once took a video of us, -
A Review: Yes Day
Movie: Yes Day
Tomatometer: 51%
Audience Score: 43%
My rating (scale of 1-5): 2.5
Loves
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Josh—a bottle of wine
There is a sort of gentleness; a sort of beauty in the empty bottle of wine sitting on my dresser amongst more innocent things
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Sew Me A Quilt?
I want your freckled cheeks and blond eyelashes
and I want your flying hair
and I want your careful words that start tumbling fast,
woven together,
please
so I can wrap myself up
and remind myself of happy.
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Memories and solid things
If I could weave the memories of you in a giant blanket
The night sky would appear
Or maybe the streets of that one city in Central America
The unspoken words caught in a language barrier
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She Breathed the World Through Poetry
And it tucked wildflowers
Between the pages,
Petals and pollen spiralled
Like constellations,
Still whispering of the breeze
And of the shooting stars;
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17
on the night that you broke your eyes open,
cried into candy packets you found at the petrol station smelling like gasoline and regret
in your still-standing baby teeth like slabs of sugared marble there were
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orANGes aRe not the onlY fruit
The island on wheels in the middle of our kitchen still smells new on the inside
If you've ever put your nose right up against an old plank of wood, you'd know the smell--that, and Styrofoam painted blue