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the millionth untitled poem
You say I used to live in another world, one you don't know about
but really
all I am is who I am when I'm with you.
I'll give you my heart, my mind, my soul, the words coursing through my veins -
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,
Loves
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The Words Aren't What I Want
My eyelids stay together
every blink
a little longer than usual wishing
I were still asleep
I don't remember not sleeping
last night
but I guess
that's just the way it is
first block
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Monet's "Woman with a Parasol - Madame Monet and Her Son"
The swirling, hazy perspective on a long summer's day. The feeling as if time has halted. Expansive blue sky dotted with lazy clouds, watched from patches of warm, tickling grass. The swish of clothing, movement.
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some abstract fruit
Juice tastes like your spit on my lips
It overflows, slides down the point of my chin--
I can see the dirt, the darker spots
It smells like my backyard, like orange blossoms in the spring time
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yom kippur
the world was gray and cold when i rolled out of bed,
the first frost of the season just barely
kissing the ground. i tied the morning
into shoelace knots and hugged forgiveness to my chest.
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Hey, Jess(i)e!
I am afraid.
It is a pale thing,
for a dark body.
There are little particles
of dried skin on my
elbows and hips and knees
that are so white
he could only ever know
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waiting leaves
thin veins rush through with
green blood and water. As if,
yearning for full boom.