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If for some reason you wake up before I get home
It’s the thickening honey-browned light, eases through your curtains through my thin-spun sleep
The sun’s an earlier riser than me and
I can smell the spring morning rolling
Over your skin the same heavy-slow sweetness as rising from a dream
And I open my eyes and you
You are a sucker-punch you know that? Because
In the movies people get up landlocked in
Second-law-love what is in motion stays in motion in
Holding-pattern-love wake up make coffee make breakfast make love in
Supposed-to-be-love
But my god.
I wake up shipwrecked wake up every morning en media res en media vos en media you
You are the first time I ever saw the sea
My midnight benediction exhaled desperate into sheets
My crashing down my coming home the wilder part of me
So my darling
My darling.
If I rise with the sun and
Come morning I’m gone and
You wake up alone and
The kettle is on
Just know that the coffee was strong but you are stronger
That you are the one who gets my heart
Beating
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Andromeda
If we must
              collide
                      let me first say
Oh how I have loved your Elysium eyes
Your blue-shift
Your crescent hips
The joules you wear with (solar) flare
               They say we are made of hydrogen
               Made beautiful with dust
               The both of us
And especially the touch of you
The solar wind, hot and heavy against sore skin
The strange light-year love
Sleeping long and light against the length of me
               Listen: All that lies between us is gas and dust
And
       If
                           We          Must
                Depart
Please fool me slow
               You, my nebula, all tangled up in mythology
               I could only ever be Perseus
Shed all your layers
Show me the pillars of you in a false dawn,
Slipping through chromatics
Weeping beneath your eroded ribs.
In zodiac light remind me
That this spectrum is only a fraction of you
               You, corona, too noble to be seen
               Except by t
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What I should have said
You will be
Something extraordinary
Look into my eyes
You’re just like the sea;
I can’t keep you in a photo (so I’ll have to remember)
Listen to me
LOOK
At me
Let me fill you up with stories before you go
This old mind is too full of them
Let the streets flood behind you and, please,
Send me a postcard from forever when you get there
It should be such an adventure
To be airborne
Oh, my dear,
Your eyes haven’t been so windy
Since you broke like daylight over this slow heart
It’s okay
I’ll write the eulogy
You make the effigy
It’ll be just like old times
Only this time you’ll be the legend
And I’ll be the moon
Don’t cry
I’m sorry it has come to this
I can walk home from here
I know it’s dark but I’m used to it
Lace up your boots, kid
I’ll be seeing you
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Of Tree-Houses
I used to spend my nights
In the Patterson’s tree-house
That’s where you could see the stars the best
And it made me happy to be there
To feel pressed up against the sky
Arms out
So the constellations could push against my chest and eyelids
The way it feels when you’re floating in the lake
I loved those nights
When time couldn’t touch me because my skin was too soft
But it isn’t now, and
I don’t go up to the tree-house anymore because I am too old for tree-houses and sky-hugs and stars for that matter
Because we are chemical creatures
We pick our own poisons and yours is, and mine is
Not that deadly (but we’re still dying)
Please, take it with a stiffer smile
Than the one you wore
And I don’t even know if the tree-house is still there anymore
And it makes me wonder if the stars are gone too
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The Dreamer's Daughter
You were always so much more (to me)
Than you imagined:
A dreamer
With beautiful hands
Made for holding
Made me strong
Even on those nights
When I was full of dust
And all you could do
Was stroke my hair
On those nights
(When reality became so real)
We used to walk dreamlike
To the lake
The one with all of the lightning bugs
We'd wait until our vision was washed with their light and then we'd
Wade in until our muddy hearts were soaked with moonwater and then we'd
Lean back our heads until the water (filled with the stars and the sleeping fish) poured into our ears
Muffled the night
And then we'd
Float
In the reflection of the sky
Because you taught me
Reflections
Are softer
And sometimes that's all we need
We could have cast our nets into the stars
Tried to catch a dream
But you already had one
So we usually just watched them
And sometimes we didn't even feel small
Looking at them
We just felt full
Because we were we
And I could feel your hand so close to mine
But they were s o 
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Literature
And so it is
You and me
Were (made for) lightning and laughter
In a crackling summer
Quick and crisp
Mischievous misfits
Sending hot hopes
In columns of smoke
And bonfire breaths
Your hand
And
My hand
Fit together like glue
And anything that sticks to glue
Not meant to be
But somehow it doesn't matter
(we found each other anyways)
And beginnings are easy
It's saying
Goodbye
(please,
please don't forget me)
That makes our strong bodies ache
And our lion hearts tremble
And makes me think
How autumn is a funny time of year because
I can never imagine what it's like
Until I'm right in the middle of it
Like wading through
A half-forgotten dream
But when the leaves begin to die
It's much sadder than I remember
And I like it all the same
So
When winter comes
I'll be tired
And
You'll be tired
And my head will fit in the crook of your neck
Like a broken-spined paperback on an old shelf
It's just right
Don't know why
Never thought to ask
why
And by then we will know
That lightning is only young electricity
B
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An old kind of love
One hundred years from now
The paint we picked out
Will be seven shades different,
Or old bricks made wise
By some graffiti prophet.
The note you hid in my mittens
– All I dream about anymore
Is the ocean
And you
(But mostly just you) –
Will be drifting through dream-catchers and
Those sapling hopes with
Roots tangled like our fingers and
Branches trembling with the vastness of our memories
Will be driftwood adventures
Nodding off with the tides
But I know in this heart of mine
That the smooth-bark-rain-soaked Beech Tree
You planted for me (there's a swing on it now)
Will still be there
And it will remember what color that
Old paint we picked out
Used to be
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Palm Trees with Bed Head
When our weathered soles wander where the
Pale ocean drips into dusk,
I remember the time we waded into the dawn
Stayed afloat, so heavy with sleep,
So we could watch the creeping crabs kiss the cool sea stones
Feel sweet coconut milk in our veins as the sleepy sea anointed us
Salt stained baptisms
Caught in the crimson crescendo of the morning sun.
Then we were just palm trees with bed head
Dreaming of adventure under the trade winds
But now we are the shell soaked sands that
Only see sunlight through veiled eyelids.
They say age is but a number
But no one taught my bones to count
(Though yours seem to know how)
So maybe I'll become a wave soon
Break up into a million white, sea-foam doves
Sail through the clouds and fade into myself
Before the morning burns off like a fever
And leaves me breathless
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Torrential Soul
I wondered today
How, if we are so full of water, we can feel so dry
Sometimes.
In the morning
There is no dew upon my lips
No sugarcane on my breath
I am cracked and craven
As summer skin.
I was born in May
But my limbs ache
With the chill of December
I move slowly
Like patient gray.
My soul is heavy
But it's leaden without yours
It's torrential
Alone
And did you ever notice
There is no word for the opposite
Of alone?
Makes me think no one has ever been the opposite before.
You never realized.
You never even realized
I was here.
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I am I am I am
We, the wayward, weary wanderers stand wretched in the wine drenched dusk
Our skin is hot and dark like stones smoothed under the sea's satin touch
Our eyes are closed, dreaming of the summer sun, and the dreams promise that tomorrow will come
But we stopped believing in promises long ago
We, the tired, tottering tresspassers are tentative as we stumble through a stranger's storybook
Turning the pages was easier with slender fingers, but ours have become thick and thoughtful
Changing the daylight into dark is not our job, but oh how we wish it was
Then our bleached bones would be full of noon (and how the evenings seem to slip away)
I am glad. I am glad I am not the golden charioteer.
Because there is stardust anointing us, our spindly threads have turned silk and silver
And though I hear differently, my wings won't melt if I fly too close to the moon
The trembling dawn will be on the horizon soon
And I needed to know that because if I didn't I would still be afraid
As afraid as I was
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Selfish
You're braver than i am
You Breathe Deeper
i know because i watch your chest sometimes
Put my hand against my own
i breathe
quick
and
thin
Like a coward
You smell like the color Orange
And i am beige
And i can see that Your eyes are full of August
But my eyes are only green
You like that about me
Because if i had bigger colors in me
Then we'd all be Heroes
And who would be left for You to save?
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Original Sin
We once lived in the place where dandelions
Raised their golden heads against the shivering morning dew
And yawned and blinked the stardust from their eyes.
Where the noble soil was king
And the clement water his queen,
Their crowns wreaths of sunlight glittering on the wind.
There the maps were the veins in my magnolia flowers
The freckles from the summer sun dusting our cheeks and noses
And no one got lost but me
Because though I was born here, my skin blushes like the apples
Pregnant with nothing more than the knowledge that
I do not belong
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Mediocrity
"Floating in the middle," you whisper
Look up and feel like you're drowning
Look down. The clouds are beneath your toes
But your stomach doesn't believe your foolish eyes
Your shiny dreams are beginning to rust
And everything tastes like night time, like the ending
So you climb into bed between your silken sheets
Squeeze your blind eyes shut
You're special you're special
You're one of a kind
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Just a deck of cards
"Darius?" Nolan poked his head over the edge of the train. Darius stood, leaning against the railing on the caboose, shuffling a deck of cards absentmindedly. "There you are! Where'd you get those?"
Nolan swung his legs over and climbed down, eagerly watching as Darius neatly stacked and flipped the cards from one hand to the other. "I thought you lost your deck."
"I did."
"Well where'd you get them then?"
"I traded them for five pieces of beef jerky and a slice of watermelon back in Wittenberg," he said. He spread the deck towards Nolan.
"Where'd you get the beef jerky from? There wasn't any at the market," Obediently, he chose a card from the middle, the black ace of clubs, and dropped it back on top of the deck as Darius indicated.
"They were actually the strips of leather I nicked from the tanner. The old man was as dumb as a stump. He'll probably eat them too." Darius shuffled the deck a few times thoughtfully. "Sometimes I wonder why I even bother with these tricks when I've no o
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That kind of darkness
That night, sitting on the edge of my bed, all I could think of was how much I liked the kind of darkness right after you switched the lights off at night, when your eyes still hadn't adjusted. Everything was the same immutable and indistinguishable black, and you didn't know what to be afraid of and what was keeping you safe. All there was was the thin membrane of your imagination reaching outwards towards the black until your mind was heavy and saturated and round, and it trembled and shook. And it then burst, resolving itself into swirling eddies of dust. All there was was the feeling of the sheets against your bare arms and legs and your own heartbeat ringing in your chest, and no matter how wide you opened your eyes, there was nothing else. Slowly, then all at once, you could see everything again. The little bits of light stopped being invisible and the silky ebony yielded to grays and blues and charcoals. And no matter how long you squeezed your eyes shut, it was never the same w
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Ten Tin Soldiers
Staff Sergeant Hunter Graydee had never seen anywhere so green before in his life. The trees bowed under the weight of their broad, heavy leaves; mosses clothed the rocks and roots that clutched the soil; ivies and ferns nestled themselves into every crevice and draped over branches so that they fell in the men's path wherever they moved. Even the air was green, filled with the breath of the trees. Their camo uniforms didn't exactly stick out, but the color on their clothing was clearly artificial, dull in the midst of the vibrant, living greens around them.
And it was completely silent except for the ten men's shuffling feet, the click of their plastic canteens against their guns, their labored breathing. They had walked approximately 15 miles today, and the objective, a small spring at the edge of the Aterbus forest, was not far. In fact, according to the sergeant's GPS it was less than a mile away now.
"Hey, Sergeant, we there yet?" the noise was so sudden that half of the squad dro
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a requiem
in b(urned bridge) flat
reborn in
insect-peppered
roadside sacrament
leaking dust
to color brush
creeping
climbing
hills
to frame the big empty
it gets me
thinking
pain is just
something
we live with
it ceases only
at the end
of the life
that it
begins with
and I spend
every precious
instant
(in altered states
of existence)
crossing lines
avoiding eyes
creating distance
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free agent
well she
told me
that she'd vanish
into the forest
for four years
to be-
come some secret dream
a si-
lent specter who'd
someday
reappear
to collect
all conscious thought
wanted or not
in the solitude
that shadows
brought
but still
burned bright
this tiny light
who taught my
dark
about her
night
and so I
made her name
the only
whispered word
our time would hear
and I dis-
played
only privately
the images
between my ears
yet the moon
often makes possible
one who
breathes
for two
or
orphans
proper principle
the way
that
lovers sometimes do
and we do
and we do
(we doot-doot-do)
oh! and dreams
can too
oh! what dreams
can do
to who dreams
for two
who dreams dreams
of you
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night is the stale scent
of collected breaths
leaving the light on
in spite of despising it
the almost never silent
the blood
and the body
hope is a half-truth
hope lies in hiding it
the days rest their weight
in the lines of your face
imperfect permanence
they age
and they ache
skin's a scribbled-on postcard
sincere and unsent
and a memory's
forever
(where you left it)
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Having decided to live,
I eat salads, cut sweets,
take up walking. A small white dog
yaps fiercely behind his fence. I wonder
how it feels to act so earnestly.
At night my body resounds
with slow tides of blood. Wave after wave,
it says: you are, you are, you are.
I feel old, the way
only the very young do.
I listen to the cricketing
of bone and ligament,
the stiffening nodules of meat.
Last week, my cat died in the laundry room
balled up like a rag. This is the end
for every living thing. I haven't forgotten.
It still clutches my throat.
But it would be fine, filling the years
with some meaningless love.
Yapping day after day, stupidly
whole-hearted, the sense
of a good job well done.
You are, says the body.
You are dying, says the brain.
Yap yap, says the dog,
and goes inside for a treat.
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night and fuzzy light
a scandalous singe
thought about jumping
unthought death
unpacked anxiety, folded
tears in a shoulder
hug of a century 
in a minute
with secrets clinched
in a throat like a fist
always you and me
white rabbit, dark horse
How could I not love you?
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It’s the thickening honey-browned light, eases through your curtains through my thin-spun sleep
The sun’s an earlier riser than me and
I can smell the spring morning rolling
Over your skin the same heavy-slow sweetness as rising from a dream

And I open my eyes and you
You are a sucker-punch you know that? Because
In the movies people get up landlocked in
Second-law-love what is in motion stays in motion in
Holding-pattern-love wake up make coffee make breakfast make love in
Supposed-to-be-love

But my god.

I wake up shipwrecked wake up every morning en media res en media vos en media you
You are the first time I ever saw the sea
My midnight benediction exhaled desperate into sheets
My crashing down my coming home the wilder part of me

So my darling

My darling.
If I rise with the sun and
Come morning I’m gone and
You wake up alone and
The kettle is on
Just know that the coffee was strong but you are stronger
That you are the one who gets my heart
Beating

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YouInventedMe Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2016   Writer
I appreciate the time you've spent with my scribbles. I'm enjoying your gallery as well. I look forward to seeing more.
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I'm glad you've enjoyed my work; I've certainly enjoyed yours! Glad I found you
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thank you so much for your comments on fav.me/d8ef62e I've fallen in love with your writing! Definitely going to follow your future work! :heart:
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Wow! Thank you so much! I love your writing as well. Keep up the wonderful work, and I'm sure you'll hear from me in the future
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You're too kind, calling my work wonderful. I certain hope to hear from you. I've been slightly inactive lately because life. Sorry for the late response!
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thank you for the fave *,*
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thanks for the lovely art!
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thank you again! *_* 
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Thanx for the fav' ! :)
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