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Go Out and Love Someone2.27.13Go Out and Love Someone3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
They tell you, "Go out and love someone,"
and I did, I loved everyone I met
with everything I was
like I was the only one on earth
that knew how.
I loved anyone who looked my way,
even the beggars on the streets,
leaving embraces like spare change
and pieces of my heart
sprawled out like calling cards,
but they only call when they want
something, if they ever call at all.
They tell you, "Go out and love someone,"
like it's a one time fix, but
the high doesn't last long and
it's a life-long habit that will
leave track marks all up and down your arms
and sometimes they will crack
from holding on too tight
to love like it's cocaine,
b
Stardust1.3.12Stardust1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She says it's a slow burn.
She loves you now
but it will kill her one day
and she'll fall off
like the ashes of her cigarette.
You know you'll watch your love die
with her heart;
She'll fall numbly,
like stardust,
and she'll say,
"Baby, we're all destined to die.
Don't you know we're stars?"
She says she can't sleep,
so she takes a pill cocktail
and drinks herself to her pillow.
You watch her breathe deep.
She's been looking thin lately
and a little dark around the eyes.
She said she dreams of flying
or falling,
and she's not quite sure which,
but she compares it
to the ashes of your cigarette
and you know she
Confession in Five Parts1.21.13Confession in Five Parts4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i.
my mother asked me, "don't
you love yourself in the winter?"
i said, "no, not really," but
i really meant to say
"hardly at all."
ii.
i am disconnected,
double jointed,
arm out of socket,
breath out of lungs.
i know a cold that you don't.
it reaches deep down into my
bones and whispers, "quiver",
with such authority that even
the muscles in my chest comply.
iv.
please, don't teach me your name
if you are going to leave.
you are the one person
i couldn't handle losing
because everybody leaves
but you.
v.
i want to learn to breathe
like i used to, i want to
feel warm air in my lungs,
not catastrophes
Beekeeper12.13.12Beekeeper5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I read a book once about
a beekeeper who
spoke to the bees
with her thoughts,
"I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love
you."
and so I decided
to do the same.
Please do not
misinterpret me,
I do not wish to
trap you with my love,
I do not cry out,
"Love me. Love me.
Love me. Love
me."
In fact, I do not
want your love at all
if it is not
all-consuming and
desperate to reach me
as if it were a plant
thirsty for the sun,
but do not be surprised
if I close my eyes
and chant silently,
"I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you."
and you start to feel
that you are someone
wonderful and cherished,
If I Had a Breath, You'd Steal It1.13.13If I Had a Breath, You'd Steal It4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish that you could find
your favorite constellations
among my freckles,
that my collarbones were
your favorite place to
hang your photographs,
and that my fingertips
were your favorite place
to kiss, leaving traces of
magic in their prints,
But darling, we all know
that I'm the patron saint
of unrequited love.
Steady She Goes11.27.12Steady She Goes6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was your steady
but I was not your miracle,
and in the end you wanted me
about as much as you wanted
coffee grounds beneath your tongue.
I will not apologize for this.
You believe in a love that
does not want, need, or desire,
which is no love at all.
I believe in a love that speaks.
I am all roses and poetry
and one day I will love a man
who loves the freckle on my ear
and can recite my favorite poem.
He will stare down my demons
and accept the chance of dark winters
and he will love me.
He will love me like a treasure to hold.
I have faced greater messes
than the one you left behind,
and I will never apologiz
Elbows5.22.12Elbows1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I heard a man ask,
"Why stumble in the dark
when you can turn on the light,"
as if God has magic cures
He rations out in doses
instead of letting us learn
on our own.
It's never been that easy.
It's always more of a
dark journey where
every time I stumble
God holds me up by the
elbows and says,
"It's all right."
The man said, "The sun
doesn't rise hoping
it can overcome the dark,"
but darkness never comes
in fear, only understanding
that all things have their time.
The sun goes down.
I wonder if he's ever
stumbled
in the darkness at all.
It's not that I don't believe
in the sun, I just love her
enough to
UntitledThere are timesUntitled6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
when my chest feels hollow,
so I spend hours alone
planting lead weights
in my ribcage as if
they'll bloom flowers.
They never do.
My Love is Crystal12.6.12My Love is Crystal5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want my love
to grow into my hands,
blooming like flowers,
reaching like vines
until it reaches you,
however far away.
I want it to hold you
in a way that I can't
and I want it to be
your closest friend
when your ghosts
stick closer than skin,
telling you that
you have to be alone.
Instead, my love
grows like crystals
in my chest and
leaves my breath
whistling a song.
universes2.8.12universes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish we all held universes
in our eyes
so we could make ourselves
known to each other,
and I wish our hearts
were placed inside our hands
and not our chests,
so if we really loved
what we saw
we could hold each others hands,
and for once it would finally
mean something.
In Place of a Love PoemTia JonesIn Place of a Love Poem8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
9.13.12
I sat down to write you
a sonnet
but this is what came out.
"You are, you are- and
there are birds in my chest
and your fingers have clocks
on them and I'm always cold
but you make me forget.
I don't stutter when I'm
with you but I don't know
how to words
most of the time- anyway-
anymore- I just-
And I know inadequacy
it's my greatest fear and
I know it like the back
of my hand but you make
me forget- you know?
and- and-
and did I tell you
about those birds?
They're so distracting
when they try to take flight
and I think my fingers
have thermometers on them,
but I will crochet you poetry?
Or not-
Shake1.14.12Shake1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are a wonderful being
with a beautiful future
to grow into,
and I know how much it hurts
to be left in the dark
of that confining cocoon
doubting the existence of wings.
When I tell you all of this,
I shake.
I shake violently.
It seizes every muscle
until it touches my spine
and I can barely sit up
in my weakness.
I shake because
I love you more than my body can stand.
I shake because
I carry the world and more for you.
I Wrote this For You in the Dead of Winter1.8.13I Wrote this For You in the Dead of Winter4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I do not love you
yet,
I hardly love myself,
but I feel my heart
swelling with
unspoken things
that my mouth hasn't
learned to say-
I want to take away
your coldest and
loneliest winters
and shine for you
like the summer sun,
kissing each freckle
on your shoulders
like they're ripples
on the shoulders
of the sea.
I want to be your
something good.
I want to stand
barefoot in the
dirt and dust of
disappointment and
offer you flowers
with calloused hands,
because no matter
what may come,
I want to be your
reminder that
life is still beautiful.
I do not love you
yet,
I hardly love myself,
but in the sprin
PersephoneI fed herPersephone8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
pomegranate kisses
and she cried
at every frozen sunrise
for 180 days.
With cracks in my heart
and souls
caught in my hair
I counted 180 more.
The Poetical Condition1.30.13The Poetical Condition4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I was eight,
I was absolutely in love.
The brown eyed boy
had stolen my heart
and slid it into his pocket,
and I thought his love
was in the rose he gave me
that Sunday morning,
so I wrote him a love letter
that I thought was as good
as poetry, I penned out,
"I like you. Do you like me?
Yes or no."
When I was eleven,
I gazed at the sky
romantically and counted
a new star with each step.
I thought, "Even the moon
wants to fall in love tonight."
The boy I admired thought
I was silly and waited for
me to trip on a rock.
That night, I learned
I had a condition that
no one else understood.
When I was fifteen,
I loved someone who
skeletons1.2.12skeletons1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is for the days we were young
and the sun shone down
on your bronzed cheeks and my blonde hair.
when we ran barefoot
and swore there were indian skeletons
in the crawlspace of that old white church.
this is for all the moments we treasured,
the adventures of seeing the world for the first time,
brave warriors, survivors, settlers,
as we stood precariously on unstable mounds
to look down at all we had conquered
together that day.
this is for you, rooting your flag
on top of so many successes
as i climb the same mountain
i've been given since the day i was born.
i will always love the gangly boy
that stood on mound
Branches5.29.12Branches1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I spent my evening climbing things
with my brother and a fairy.
I followed them as she danced through the branches
effortlessly and he came noiselessly behind.
I shook more with every branch I touched,
but still I climbed.
Covered in sap and scrapes,
I reached new heights despite my fears
and saw as I had never seen
For all of my days admiring
the ground and the sky,
I never once noticed the branches between.
Falling in Love with MomentsSometimes I fall in loveFalling in Love with Moments1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
without ever asking why,
but perfection never lasts
and ideas never die.
A Boy Who Paints Galaxies6.17.12A Boy Who Paints Galaxies1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I found a boy who could paint galaxies-
I would fall in love with him.
We would make our home out of stars.
He would name me Nebula
as he painted my skin
and he would call me beautiful.
I would drink all of his wine
and call him my dark flow.
I would write him books
and every word would make me cry
as I read each poem aloud,
trying to tell him exactly
why (and how) I loved him.
He would only smile to himself
and pick up his paintbrush
to show me what I'd meant all along.
The Lady5.14.12The Lady1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think that even as a child
you must have been a lady-
A watch wearing woman
counting heads of stuffed
animals and asking the dog
if he wiped his muddy
paws off on the welcome mat.
I imagine you
taking all of your
little friends under your
wing like a mother hen,
nurturing and loving them
as if they were stray animals.
Everything about you is
absolutely loved and
everything you do
is admirable,
but sometimes I wonder
if there's a darling little
girl deep inside you
that's wanting to be heard.
Milk Cartons and ButtonsTia JonesMilk Cartons and Buttons5 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
12.22.12
I'm good at losing things.
Like love.
I slide it into my pocket
with loose change and
my car keys like
a winning ticket to cash in
but somewhere between
the parking lot
and the checkout lane
it slips away
and I can imagine
some old man so glad
he responded to that
clean up on aisle three.
I'm always blaming it
on that gallon of milk
I had to pick up or
the buttons on my coat
pockets popping off
or the expensive makeup
I looked at for too long
but never bought, because
no one actually looks
like the models anyway,
and there's no point
in false expectations.
I'm always blaming it on
my circumstanc
seabonesyou told me to walk on waterseabones1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
but all i did was sink to the sandy bottoms
of the salty sea.
the brackish water stung at my eyes
and filled my lungs,
seeking refuge in the spaces between my ribs.
i remember barely breathing
wet inhales and slow exhales of the briny sea
through slightly parted lips.
my heart was lost in a century-old shipwreck
found through the haze of floating sand
granules that looked like dust in sunlight,
fingers wrapping around wood and forgotten memories.
i wondered if this was death,
ocean water pressing down on the hollows in my chest
world moving in slow motion through teal colored lenses.
you told me to walk on w
Untitled7.23.12Untitled10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am not a girl of spring.
If there were a race for your affection,
I'd be the last to know and I'd never finish.
We don't speak until I convince myself
that I am worth your attention.
More often than not,
we do not speak.
You see, there are no definite
constructs in my mind,
only powder and fire nebulas.
There are no peonies blooming
on my cheeks and my lips
are not rose petals,
but do not disregard me yet.
I can write the poetry
that should cover your skin like a sweater.
My mouth tastes of cinnamon tea
and beautiful words.
My arms were meant to hold you.
I love from depths that the girls of spring
have not disc
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