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run
We could run off, catch a train to who knows where,
who cares where,
Sydney, New York, or just the forest.
And we could sit, listen to music, listen to each others heartbeats.
Or just listen to the wind; it's the most pretty sound anyway really.
Or you could finally sing to me.
We could hold hands,
fight in front or our family and friends,
or kiss in front of the world.
So long as we're together.
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i know i was thinking of your hands in class
how one would be on my cheek and the other on my waist,
how your lips would be an inch from mine
and you would just talk to me and i couldn't breathe.
it felt like i was holding my breath and i still couldn't breathe,
only this wasn't out of sheer anticipatory magic
or wild heart shakes,
this was crawling-out-of-my-skin unhappiness.
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someone pass me my self-medication
i feel a dull ache in my hips
and i liken it to my yearning for you
with the flexion of my thighs
and the rotation of my shoulders,
i cant seem to always be turning
to face you
it hurts.
i'm hurting everywhere,
it hurts to be near you
and it hurts to be away
[and yet i still prefer it]
it's an ache,
unaccompanied by the sickness
of remembering your smile
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mapped out
my hands start
with tosseled brown waves,
soft and welcoming to
my work-hardened fingertips.
they brush through with ease,
running smoothly from widows peak
to neck's nape.
i follow the trace
of his jaw line,
nimble digits dancing away
from their set path
to mingle within the valley between
plush lips.
a strong gust runs northwward
with his sharp intake of breath
as my thumb draws lazily across
his lower lip's ridge.
my mind is pulled away from the
task at hand: he speaks.
"what is it you desire?
what destination do you seek?"
my reply is simple,
"i'll let you know when i get there.
for now, i just want it all
mapped out"
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she is what she is
she's got that thing;
the sway in her hips and bounce in her step,
that makes you want to touch her
and in her eyes, there's something deep
it sparkles at you without her looking
and glints and gleams and glows
it makes you crave that being in those clothes
as she dances - oh, how she dances -
to the beat you'd swear was long gone
and she revived it.
she's not an it girl, she's the girl.
she's got that smile factor.
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destructive tears, please leave me today
why do i feel so alone
in a world full of
happy people?
i sit, isolated, in
my separate "happy" place
and stare at all the smiling faces,
shedding a solemn tear
for every laugh that isn't mine.
is it supposed to hurt this much?
is it normal to sob so often?
should your happiness make me so sad?
i don't know why it does,
and i couldn't answer you if i tried.
all i know is that this poem is done
because i don't want my tears
to destroy my keyboard today.
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don't complicate my feelings for me.
"So. Miss...Green? Yes, Green. What would you like to talk about?"
"nothing."
"Surely there's something on your mind, otherwise you wouldn't be here. Please, feel free to discuss whatever it is openly with me. I'm here to help."
"you know, it's a sin what you get paid."
"Beg pardon?"
"one hundred and twenty-six dollars and fifty-four cents per hour, taxes included for you to listen to my problems."
"That's a standard fee, Miss Green. I can't control how much-"
"how much of the cut you get? yeah, you can. you take just enough to offset taxes so that you're basically immune to them."
"Miss Green, we aren't here to discuss my salary, we're here to discuss the things that bother you."
"your salary bothers me."
"Is there anything that bothers you more than that? Maybe a personal issue that doesn't involve my livelihood?"
"thieves in general bother me. and i take that quite personally, my money being stolen from me for a service that i supposedly need."
"Miss Green, this is a court-ordered s
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in your every adoration
a veneration,
in whose honour?
of encomium, congrats,
and acclamation,
a sentiment sanctioned
solely to you.
i do not denounce
or vituperate,
not libel with censure.
an emanation of
sacchariferous exactitude
to laurel your every
effectuation.
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no darling, don't stain me
no darling,
don't bleed here
because you just might
stain the carpet.
and i cant handle
walking past those lovely drops of you;
forever an unabashed sin
on my living-room floor.
as if i need a constant reminder
that i could've done so much more
to not be the razor
on your fingertips,
right?
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a butterfly of thought
i don't remember when those dreams
became just out of reach
or when these thoughts, no longer mine,
became actions and speech
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what happens in a bathroom stall
i'm in a bathroom stall
drying my tears,
and quelling my fears,
trying to make you understand
that we could be 'us'
in a few shortened years.
since i'm not an independent me
not yet where i need to be
to bring us to true ecstasy,
i'm not asking you to wait it out
or expecting you to hide your pout
behind a tight-lipped smile:
'cause darling? it might be a while.
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i cant say for sure where we're headed
possess me, please,
and spread your wings
on my behalf
you know i cant
[wont]
on my own
because the gravel
against my knees
kills me every time
i cant handle
the crash and burn
that comes
with taking chances
or
the suffocation that
comes with every
crushed peach seed
i swallow, hoping
that someday i may
just stay asleep
are you listening?
your arms wont always
guide mine,
and sometimes
my feet fumble
when i dance alone,
stepping on my own toes
i just cant settle
to be that scar
on your back
forever holding you there.
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The Girl In My Future
Dear Girl In My Future,
I really hope you're not staring down that same gun barrel, wondering why nothing much has changed for yourself.
Do you miss the girl you once were? You do, don't you? You used to be that girl who skipped down the halls a bit too carefree for the likes of the normal people. You sang in languages no one knew and danced to songs you probably shouldn't have, but hey: life was good.
I wish I could know for sure what life is like for you now, but since I cant, let's make a checklist, shall we?
1. Are you following a dream? Your dream job, your dream family, any dream at all? No? Come back when you are.
2. I see you've picked the letter back up. How's the husband doing? What, no husband? Put this down and get back to me when you're ready.
3. How many kids do you have, if any? You'd better have at least 2 boys by now, Jehoshaphat and Yehoshua? Remember them? If not, put this letter down until you do. Get to making them babies girl, it's what you've always wanted most.
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My dearest, sweetest, me
My dearest me,
How are you in those future days? How much has really changed?
Is your life what you've dreamt of, or are things still the same?
You're living to the fullest I hope, you've accepted you for you.
I really hope you're the me I know, but living more for two.
Don't look back on the past and say "I wish I'd done this and that."
Because the past is the past (they say), and you'll never get it back.
Don't wish and sigh and dream like now. That wont make much difference.
Embrace your current state of being and learn to love your presence.
I'm helping you to write those wrongs because that's who you are.
At least, I hope that's what you've become, that girl I seek from afar.
Smile, live, laugh and love: the world's only as bright as you make it.
And whatever you do, my last bit of advice, just please, oh please, don't fake it.
Sincerely from,
Your Honey Bee
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We could run off, catch a train to who knows where,
who cares where,
Sydney, New York, or just the forest.
And we could sit, listen to music, listen to each others heartbeats.
Or just listen to the wind; it's the most pretty sound anyway really.
Or you could finally sing to me.
We could hold hands,
fight in front or our family and friends,
or kiss in front of the world.

So long as we're together.
i know i was thinking of your hands in class

how one would be on my cheek and the other on my waist,
how your lips would be an inch from mine
and you would just talk to me and i couldn't breathe.

it felt like i was holding my breath and i still couldn't breathe,
only this wasn't out of sheer anticipatory magic
or wild heart shakes,

this was crawling-out-of-my-skin unhappiness.
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i wrote this in high school, and never posted it anywhere but my facebook. just got that "share your memories" thing and saw it... i wish i could write like this again.
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hey ho, whaddya know? i'm still kicking. somehow.

a lot has happened over the past two years. please allow me to list it all out for you

november 5th 2013: started dating a nice boy
april 23rd, 2014: lost virginity to nice boy
april 25th, 2014: nice boy turned out to be not so nice and stopped talking to me
april 29th - may 31st, 2014: slutty rampage to make myself feel empowered it didn't work
june 2nd, 2014: met a nicer boy. he had a girlfriend. we became best friends.
june 10th, 2014: slept with nicer boy. ruined his relationship. somehow didn't feel bad about it.
june 21st, 2014: nicer boy and i decide we should stop sexing eachother up.
june 24th, 2014: that plan failed. i sexed him hard.
july 3rd, 2014: nicer boy breaks up with girlfriend and entertains idea of dating me
july 8th, 2014: nicer boy brings me as date to his best friend's birthday
july 10th, 2014: we decide to be just friends...with benefits. and by 'we' i mean 'he decided by himself'.
august, 2014: i decide to keep sexing nicer boy, but i began dating
september, 2014: nicer boy becomes jealous and also decides to start dating
october, 2014: nicer boy realizes relationship with anyone but me is futile (his words, not mine)
october 30th, 2014: nicer boy and i celebrate his birthday at college halloween party...i drunkenly confessed my love for him.
november 2nd, 2014: nicer boy asks me to be his girlfriend.
november 5th, 2014: nicer boy comes with me to doctor's since i'm not well and I'M PREGNANT


should i continue? is anyone even reading?
  • Listening to: My College Professors
  • Reading: Nothing
  • Watching: SCANDAL
  • Playing: Bomb It 4
  • Eating: Curry Chicken
  • Drinking: Nothing

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thank you ever so much!!!!! :D
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I miss you. <3
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