Claire De Luneshes left the world to stand on its own. without hands pearl white to expand and compress age-old ribs. the oceans have turned a dark hazel and the clouds a brokenhearted gold. dreams arent fastened to the tender wrists of their dreamers. but welded and forceful to the branches of the apple tress with blossoms too late for August.Claire De Lune6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
shes left the world to stand on it's own.
Fluorescent SunsetsLet's pretend I'm the surgeonFluorescent Sunsets6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you're the body
Nobody loved enough to bury.
And let's pretend I'm dissecting your broken heart
But all I'm finding
Is a dream
And an overdose of hope
Guess which one killed you
And tell me darling
How's the weather in hell?
You look so much prettier
Under sterile lights
Where you can't say goodbyes
Or "I love you"s
And you may be asleep and dead,
But I'm awake and dead
And in all honesty
that's way more impressive
And in all honesty
you were never impressive
Because talking to corpses
Is giving me daydreams
about city lights
Instead of sunrises
And never needing the moon
Except on Wednesdays
and using every last bit of it
For selfish reasons.
Darling, we just wanted to light up your eyes
people who miss peoplesome of my favorite things arepeople who miss people6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cats and books and eyepatches and
writing groups of words that i call poems without
using backspace, not once.
this is not a poem.
sometimes i don't like
cats and books and eyepatches because
i am too sad to like them because
it is hard to like things when you are sad but it is
easy to love things when you are sad
or be sad when you love things
i'm not sure which one it was
my memory isn't so good:
i want to make you
blueberry muffins with ras(p)berry jam that
taste like your mother made them.
i want to talk about that one movie we saw
where that guy killed the other guy
and we both laughed and for a minute i forgot about
how i sometimes don't like
cats and books and eyepatches
because i am too sad to like them.
but i am no baker
and you do not miss me
not charm or up...when you leftnot charm or up...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i poured fireflies
down my throat
to burn away
your lips' echoes
but all it did was make them spin
like ballistic quarks
She Won't Forget.She refuses to believe all the lies. Refuses to believe that he isn't kissing another girl with the same passion he kissed her with. She refuses to remember the way he whispered sweetly into her ear, "I love the way you say my name." She refuses to touch the softness of her palm, trying to see if the tingle of his touch has remained. This young girl refuses to call any of her friends back, because she knows all they'll do is doubt that she still loves him. But what does she have left to doubt? She loved him. She gave herself to him. He was her many 'firsts.' She has nothing to doubt, except for lies. And she refuses to listen to those lies once more. She refuses to actually look him in the eye as he walks toward her one grey morning. She refuses to leer away in disgust, refuses to scream at him to leave. But as he tilts her quivering chin towards his face and says, "Once you've had me, you'll always want more," she knows she refuses to push him away. Because she'll always want hShe Won't Forget.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This