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i swear one day we'll get there
we were 14 & 15 & 16 &
it was us against the world—
or maybe us outside the world—
you be mars, i'll be pluto,
& we'll both still face the sun.
we let people love us, &
we let them break our hearts, &
we glued them back together.
the past brought us here, &
the future's unclear, but
you know i'll be right beside you.
you are my mirror
as time grows nearer.
you tell me things i want to hear
& things i don't.
maybe part of getting older
is just getting bolder
& getting better at knowing
what to say.
yeah, we're growing up,
but we aren't outta luck
just yet.
we're on a road trip with no destination,
we're writing poetry for no real reason,
we're infinite & that's just the way we like it.
you are 18, &
i'll be there soon, &
it's us against the world.
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Literature
you can find religion in the fall.
i think sometimes we find meaning in disbelieving.
we take our gods & break them—we let our hands fall
to our sides & take bigger strides to cover more ground.
we step in the leaves just to hear them crunch.
the bushes burn every autumn,
but we haven't heard god's voice in them for a while.
maybe we just haven't been listening.
our superstitions are hereditary—you avoid the cracks
in the sidewalk, because you hope that, one day,
your child will, too.
you do this until you are old enough to realize
that you don't have to avoid the fissures in the concrete
to keep your mother safe.
somehow, she's fine regardless of whether or not
your toes touch the edge of where the sidewalk ends
& the next segment begins.
you broke a mirror when you were ten,
but the bad luck should've worn off by now.
there are days you wonder if it's supposed to last seventy years
as opposed to seven.
there are days you decide that fables don't get to decide your fate,
& that you are more important than a
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autumn mo(u)rnings
i hope i die on a cloudy day,
because i want the sun to mourn me.
& when the birds fly south for the winter,
i want them to tuck my name under their feathers
like a prayer
and carry it somewhere i'll never go.
i watch the leaves turn fiery,
fall,
& decay in mass graves on the ground.
my throat catches, stopping me
from making another sound.
when the snow starts to fall,
& evergreens are the only life around—
i won't be there to see it.
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Literature
looking down instead of forwards
i could fill my walls with christmas lights & burn a thousand candles,
but i can't cover up all the holes you left,
& i can't get rid of the clothes you sent
or the box i was saving to send you.
by now, it doesn't really matter, because time doesn't heal all wounds;
it just smothers them the way you smothered me.
still, sometimes you creep into my mind
long after i told you to move out.
& while i no longer see you in everything,
i still see you in far too much;
yet you're out of sight & out of touch.
& i still think about how unafraid you were to hold my hand
right in front of my mother,
& i can't decide if it made you bold or just plain dumb.
sometimes i look at the mug you gave me.
the concept of forever is finite,
& these christmas lights, candles, & the sun will all burn out eventually.
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lucifer has kind eyes
blood ran like milk & honey in the promised land,
washing over your feet like rivers.
you thought to yourself, this is hell.
& you saw the demons getting drunk off of your sins,
smiles wide, laughter loud.
you'd always thought they'd have claws,
but you saw then that their hands are even softer than yours,
& much less bloody.
you realized, we do all the dirty work for them.
their cackles rung in your ears,
crackling through the air,
& you wondered what on earth you did to deserve this,
as if you weren't standing knee-deep in an ocean of all your crimes.
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stepping stones
when you wander in the woods, look for the hidden trails.
there is more to life than the path carved out for you:
every single step you take is one that can lead you somewhere you've never been,
if you'll let it.
listen for the running water:
sometimes the earth holds onto her secrets until the right person comes along.
& yeah, maybe you're terrified;
maybe you would rather plant your feet where you are because it feels safer.
but the truth is that the only way you'll ever see the future is if you walk there.
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iris
i press honeysuckle into the spaces between my knuckles so that when i punch you,
you won't taste the blood; you'll just taste the wildflowers.
& yeah, i might knock all your teeth out, but daisies will grow back
in all the spots your bones used to be.
trust me, i'm doing you a favour;
pain makes you look prettier. broken & beautiful is the hot new thing.
now you'll cry pollen instead of tears, & boys will fall all over you.
they'll bring you buttercups & stumble over their words when they try to talk to you.
& when you die, everyone will cry & bury you in bleeding hearts instead of soil,
because they can't bear to cover you in dirt.
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under, undead, undone
i ask her to wear my collarbones like a crown.
she turns with bloodied hands & empty eyes,
one more betrayal away from nodding.
he can fit his fingers all the way around my wrists,
but then again, so can most people.
those who get close enough to try are usually too busy
holding my hand to bother, anyway.
i sit with my knees against my chest,
within kissing distance if i feel like
acknowledging the bruises.
sometimes i think about how beauty isn't skin-deep;
it's a battle that rattles your bones
until they rise to the surface.
being weightless would be freeing
if it didn't feel so damn heavy.
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the fog rolls in
& you wear blue like it's the only colour that exists.
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are to blame
shivers dance across your skin;
whispers curl over your lips like smoke from a poisoned cigarette.
you fill your lungs with tar & regret, & you're forgetting how to breathe:
how'd you forget that air is what you need?
the chill outside is icier than the glares of the broken,
so unaware & disconnected from each other.
we've got hate as our best friend & ignorance as our lover.
we have lungs blacker than our souls,
& sleepless nights are taking their tolls
arising as shadowed eyes & sparkling wine.
nothing is as it seems; it's all hidden in our shattered self esteem.
high heels snapped in half lie in the hall;
hearts drowning in wrath ignore the call,
& tears run like a river down your face.
we're the kings & queens of one-night stands,
trying to erase our feelings.
constantly craving the touch of another,
love is something we discovered
& then threw out.
some of us are forgetting how to feel, but it's fine:
nothing's ever real.
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Literature
5.29.18
you've got me head over heels in love with life & you,
& if living means collapsing every moment
& bringing you to stand here with me at the center of it,
i'm okay with that.
every time i'm hurting, i just want to run to you.
i know you can't solve all my problems,
but you can solve at least a handful of them,
& that's enough for  me.
you're a safe place,
a head haze,
somewhere to go when i just need space
& no one else will give it to me.
i lose myself in you in the best possible way
& always walk away more whole than when i started.
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lemonade lips
i.
i hold blue sky in my hands & blow away the clouds like dandelion seeds,
crossing my fingers & wishing for a summer greener & greater than any before it.
ii.
sweet summer citrus, sing me your song, & spill all your secrets into the soil.
teach me how to turn lemon smiles into lemonade;
feed me sugar from a spoon & drop the sour punchlines.
iii.
i'll sell orange juice on every city corner,
& limeade where the concrete fades away
into dirt roads & rotting buildings.
iv.
speak with a tangerine tongue, & learn to love with a fierceness
only the sun can rival,
soaking up rays on good days & rain on bad ones.
v.
climb trees & scrape your knees & revere the scar on your ankle.
you're a four-season kid in a fair-weather world,
& living is what you're here for.
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unknown number
i'm sorry, but
the number you've been calling for a straight week
cannot be reached,
& you're reaching.
the only noise coming from your phone
is the dial tone
& your number's unknown,
anyway.
you know you could hit the emergency call,
& through it all,
i still wouldn't answer.
you can try "star six seven,"
but you won't reach heaven
because god's too busy with me.
so maybe stop calling,
& we'll both stop falling
into this mess that we can't leave.
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11:11
tell her to keep writing poetry, because she never saw the way
she dances with language, pulling the metaphors close
& whispering all the words she won't say aloud,
but i did.
remember her favourite colours:
cherry blossoms in the spring,
light, cloudy days in the winter,
& forest streams gleaming in the summer sun.
never take her blinding light for granted:
she chose you, a tail without a comet,
from a universe of stars.
don't forget her love for sunshine,
or sunglasses,
or cherries,
or you.
she is a hurricane,
& she made you the eye of it.
treat her better than i ever did.
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revolt/revolution
there's a battle going on, but i can't write,
and if i can't get these words out
i won't ever win this fight.
so i shake my hand
and make a fist,
and the next punch comes
like a bloody kiss,
but this time i'm ready for it.
the sky bleeds red,
and the sun's near dead.
if this is the end,
let it come for me.
because truth be told,
i'm not really sold
on the idea of growing old,
so fucking try me.
you can knock me out
and shout until your throat's a ghost town,
but if you drag me down,
i'll just come back stronger.
i'll bang down your door
like an uninvited guest
and knock the teeth
right out of your head.
karma's a bitch,
but if i come for you,
you'll wish
it was her instead.
there's a battle going on, and i can't write,
but i am getting better,
so get ready for a fight.
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dragonfuture Featured By Owner Oct 12, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
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Hello! Thank you so much for the watch and the favorites!  I am thrilled my work was meaningful to you.  Welcome aboard!  Lets find out where this crazy ride takes us.
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