1 year ago · 49 notes · Source · Reblogged from nabeelmalik-deactivated20120609
1 year ago · 49 notes · Source · Reblogged from shirleendatt-deactivated2012112
I thought I told you
that spring died every summer
and that you ought
to keep away from me
If you wanted to survive the winter.
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A new perspective
I sorely needed.
Wound in my left heel.
Move my feet with such zeal.
Determined to get back to my resting place
You, my solace.
Jane Miss Winters
One of the doe-eyed girls
Came up to me after class and asked for
a more balanced picture.
Emerald and Ruby and
Jade
All mixed up in little miss Jane.
And I told her,
Look at it like this.
A new perspective
I sorely needed.
I’m more selective
Now that you’re officially not what I needed.
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Photograph - Andrea Gibson
I wish I was a photograph
Tucked into the corners of your wallet
I wish I was a photograph
You carried like a future in your back pocket
I wish I was that face you show to strangers
When they ask you where you come from
I wish I was that someone that you come from
Every time you get there
And when you get there
I wish I was that someone who got phone calls
And postcards saying
Wish you were here
I wish you were here
Autumn is the hardest season
The leaves are all falling
And they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground
And the trees are naked and lonely
I keep trying to tell them
New leaves will come around in the spring
But you can’t tell trees those things
They’re like me they just stand there
And don’t listen
I wish you were here
I’ve been missing you like crazy
I’ve been hazy eyed
Staring at the bottom of my glass again
Thinking of that time when it was so full
It was like we were tapping the moon for moonshine
Or sticking straws into the center of the sun
And sipping like icarus would forever kiss
The bullets from our guns
I never meant to fire you know
I know you never meant to fire lover
I know we never meant to hurt each other
Now the sky clicks from black to blue
And dusk looks like a bruise
I’ve been wrapping one night stands
Around my body like wedding bands
But none of them fit in the morning
They just slip off my fingers and slip out the door
And all that lingers is the scent of you
I once swore if I threw that scent into a wishing well
All the wishes in the world would come true
Do you remember
Do you remember the night I told you
I’ve never seen anything more perfect than
Than snow falling in the glow of a street light
Electricity bowing to nature
Mind bowing to heartbeat
This is gonna hurt bowing to I love you
I still love you like moons love the planets they circle around
Like children love recess bells
I still hear the sound of you
And think of playgrounds
Where outcasts who stutter
Beneath braces and bruises and acne
Finally learning that their rich handsome bullies
Are never gonna grow up to be happy
I think of happy when I think of you
So wherever you are I hope you’re happy
I really do
I hope the stars are kissing your cheeks tonight
I hope you finally found a way to quit smoking
I hope your lungs are open and breathing your life
I hope there’s a kite in your hand
That’s flying all the way up to orion
And you still got a thousand yards of string to let out
I hope you’re smiling
Like god is pulling at the corners of your mouth
‘Cause I might be naked and lonely
Shaking branches for bones
But I’m still time zones away
From who I was the day before we met
You were the first mile
Where my heart broke a sweat
And I wish you were here
I wish you’d never left
But mostly I wish you well
I wish you my very very best
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I’m finding it more and more likely
As your blood turns to water and spills at my feet
That I’ll keep fighting
And there will be black marks under my eyes and into my skin
for several ages and the
Hilt of a killer
poking out of my bag and into your throat,
These are everyday things.
As you falter and build
More and more spite for me.
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Jane, I see you breaking.
Jane, I can break you.
Just by seeing the cracks.
And, you know you’re tearing
Jane? Jane I can see you.
I hear you bleeding.
I hear the river gushing and it fills my ears.
Your blood is running, I dance in it and it releases my deepest fears-Jane.
Well Jane I’m sorry, for the vile things you said I did.
I didn’t want your glory, but I wanted it to end.
Was it wrong to look at your skin and want to split the seams?
Was it wrong to tear the flesh off your bones with my bare teeth?
Was it wrong to creep into your head and slay you, just because?
I don’t really think so, for patience is virtue.
And I bid my time, by your side
You don’t know what it cost me.
You don’t know where I lived.
You don’t know what my thoughts were.
You don’t know who was his.
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Untitled (Time)
At some point you feel like giving up.
Like there’s no lights left in your city
That haven’t gone out, and you don’t really think
You can keep doing this shit,
Walking through town everyday with that great big
Missing-Him hole in your side.
And there’s nowhere to turn except arms you have spurned,
And your dignity will linger back and laugh at you
In any way, in any case, because you are a wreck and
Misery has only brought you its first lasting taste.
At that point there’s not much I can say to help you.
There’s not much comfort you’ll derive from being soothed
Or shushed or put to bed by anyone
But the one whose picture memory has fixed in your head.
There’s not much I can do.
And there’s not much you’ll stand to hear.
But believe me, scars fade away
One day you’ll come up to me
Bouncing in the loss of every sad memory.
How unlikely it seems
Every morning when you roll out of bed barely awake
And traipse to the mirror, where yes you see her,
The ghost of a girl with
The dreams she chastised still taking over her eyes.
And yet, soon it will be
You’ll look in the mirror and see a clean slate.
A/N: wrote this for a really close friend, its not all that good (especially the middle lines) but it expressed the sentiment i wanted her to hear. never showed it to her doeee.
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Wrap my wrists in silver
Watching, your watchtower
The frosting tasted stale.
The words escaped my lips.
My bad, my fault, I do insist.
When next you feel overcome with guilt from our pouring fists,
Next time just give me flowers.
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posting what i’ve been writing in math class all week to catch up.
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