I'm still having nightmares about myself.
I've made wishes on poetry and torn apart bad books to re-write them,
Stolen candy from a baby and said F- words to strangers.
Forever, Finally and Free.
But I lied, because every time I'm finally sure I don't love you anymore I hear a song that was written about the two of us and I'm back in the state of forever, and the bathwater turns cold around me, and I remember that you'll never love me as much as I love you and F- word.
I plan to erase you from my memory,
(Like that scene in eternal sunshine of a spotless mind.)
I Made my own machine out of old letters you'd written to me, a blue box and silver light bulbs, and paper hearts. I curled myself In that brown chair we used to laugh at, and fell asleep.
You've always had stars in your eyes, you'd bite your lip and blink and they'd flow in a spiral around your fingertips.
You are So special.
You decided we didn't b
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Across rapids which thundered louder than the heart,
Where a voice gets lost within the depth of a canyon,
I searched for a missing part.
My eyes have seen beyond their years,
Words of wisdom have flown off my tongue,
A child-like joy has remained in my actions,
As I traveled to discover the one:
Excuse me, sir. Have you seen this man?
He's about this tall, with eyes that shine
with some secretive joy unknown to all,
and I hope to someday claim it as mine.
He captures the sun with his smile,
Even the stars seem to glisten with a closer look,
admiring this dreaming gem of the earth,
a character who seemingly leaped from a book.
I bet he writes poetry in the dimness of his room.
Scribbles little notes to a loverperhaps to me too?
Maybe he's searching for me, just as I search for him.
Have you seen him kind sir? Have you?
A man with a longing in his heart,
Like he carries a burden, but continues to stand tall.
A twitch of his lips state
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No matter what,
Is a sudden reminder of you
Even if they went unnoticed when I was with you,
I still feel you
And I hate it
Turning to music used to be my past,
But what do I do,
When it's not even possible to go there?
All intensified when music comes on
Doesn't matter the time,
Doesn't matter the place,
Doesn't even matter the kind of music
They're all just constant reminders
Is it because you're percussion?
Do drums in the songs,
Make me think of you?
I do not know,
I will never know
Except when I listen for them
Then I know it's you
I picture you
And you're smiling face
Sending off sweet warm laughter
None of which I can know anymore
But is it all my fault?
You're the one who was confusing,
You're the one who would talk to me,
Only when it seemed helpful for you
And now look,
I can't listen
I can't turn to my dreamworld
My cornucopia of joy is gone
Frozen with the ice in your soul
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I ate fireflies,
I'd light up something
wonderful and special
and then I'd be the perfect
man you'd always want.
She grimaced, said to
stop reading Alice in
Wonderland, to stop
being such a dreamer,
stop talking in abstract
ideas and nonsensical prose.
It's. Not. Healthy.
He hand wrote a little
chapbook for her, poems
and thoughts, his deepest.
Pricked his finger,watching in
fascination as the sanguine
liquid dripped, splatter small
in the corner of the cover page.
She would always have a piece
of his heart near-by.
He found it abused and dogeared
through use of neglect in corners
of forgotten grooves in bookcases.
Your poetry is tired and abusive
to the English language,
name dropping doesn't make you
any weightier and let the piece
breathe just once, for goodness sakes.
Stop using so many friggin commas.
Periods can be your friend too,
she said. He propped his head up
on his bent arm, cheek mussing out of
shape. Really now? he