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From Your 'Secret' AdmirerHeaven,
this is not a love letter
I will swear to God,
with a halo on my head
and a hole in my heart.
But the fact is I revere you
more than I have any right to.
After all, we are nothing except
who have awkward conversations.
So why is it that every time the line
falls silent I panic, worrying that your shadow
will make my efforts nothing but a distant memory,
when every word you speak strongly marks my mind?
Simple: I fear having something to lose
and losing the nothing I have. You are
treasure to me, and this note becomes my confession.
Sincerely- I typed this, but I'm sure you'll recognize the handwriting.
After the FallWhere teardrops have fallen
flames will also rise,
they are invisible angels
obvious in demon eyes.
it isn't geniustruth is
I am not your
of ends the means could justify
where words would make
silence beg "bravery
is much like a run-on sentence"
between your left index
finger and thumb when feeling numb,
that will warm you
in the winter, chill your
bones in a summer heat. lonely
dried like petals,
jailed by secrets written
in some guilty tome. prodigy
A Freshwater Soulyou didn't dream he'd tear blank walls, whip
furled fists let partly tattered tales slip
early echoes, and allow
the lonely ships to sink, baring bows.
sail sea. river remove
yourself far forth. prepare to prove
that you can keep a gruelling grip.
she's broken, but he always breaks thingshis eyes were deep and she dived into them sound-
less of a dream and more truthful is the fact
that even before she flew or fell, she'd drowned
the protective shell grew on her with a crack
that let the tide pull her heart to the bottom
and caused her open soul to fully retract
he remained placid, he stayed rested and calm
as the core of her sunk into depths unknown
a conscience as guiltless as it could become
and up through the cold floor, her red shoots have shown
still pulsing and beating and trapped behind bones.
Mourningand I still don't know
what was on your mind,
when the bullet struck,
or if you felt any pain
before you fell
and the world went dark
if there was some sort of peace...
though I've heard it's difficult
to sleep when covered in blood.
but I know now
how precious and fragile a thought can be
when just seconds are the difference
between life and death.
I don't know
if you saw any lights,
or some other kind of angel
coming down for you
I often wonder if you spoke before you died:
your voice is the only part of you
that the world could not chain,
so I'll hold on to the fading
echoes of your words
for as long as I can.
but I know now
what separates sympathy
empathy and pity
and that being sorry for a loss
doesn't make anything better
it never did or will.
I don't know
when the end came or when
Always Observe the Sanguine Viewstars dancing on the open edge
where eyes that see her glow
are watching from the window ledge
and think of how she's grown
her father's eyes, so grey and blue.
she takes the sprawling earth in through
her father's eyes
her father's eyes
always observe the sanguine view
they had another treasure too
now lost in memory
her father's eyes so grey and blue
once filled with energy
her mother's smile, so full and wide.
a dawning sun and a delight
her mother's smile
her mother's smile
did sweetly swell and then subside
this weathered soul whose heart was tied
could never say goodbyes
her mother's smile, it came untied
yet still her father's eyes
are watching from the window ledge.
stars dancing on the open edge
are watching from
are watching from
a sky that always keeps its pledge.
How to be Found in Eleven Simple Steps1. Understand that you must be willing to give up the fragile solitary universe you created from the instructions given on page three.
2. Spend more time building from the ground up. It will take longer, but you'll like the result.
3. Rest when you are weary and remember the times when you were strong, hear that strength in every word that you speak.
4. Keep in mind that you are human, and that survival is weighed against life more heavily. You are survival. Life is your goal. If you disagree, move to step 5. If you agree, skip to step 6.
5. Return to 4 and repeat until you believe.
6. Live not in fear of doing something you'll regret, but in order that you won't regret not having done something.
7. Leave for home and release the heartache. It is not your home now. You are a wandering spirit.
8. Taste the different air in every footstep, weigh the light that feeds your shadow, and take comfort in your solitary walk...
9. See the countless colored souls that walk about, and how eac
regret and other clichesshe did not die, she disintegrated.
one moment spent standing by a doorway, embarking the pathway of a thousand simultaneous truths taught her mind to think: "i am not."
and so she was.
she did not erode, she was erased.
here in an instant and gone in the next, that one unnerving déjà vu you can't forget just shivering up and down your spine as if to say: "it is i who haunts you."
and so she does.
she did not exist, she exuded.
light and love and darkness and hate and beautiful things and foul things all came from one mind, and one heart. somewhere halfway 'round the world there may have lived a soul atop some lonely mountain or tucked into a low valley who understood and appreciated the precious delicacy of opposing forces, but it's also possible that none of this ever actually mattered.
"we all get sick of things sometimes."
BarriersI wish that I could tell you
Exactly how I feel about you
Emotions are hard
But words are harder
You think that no one cares
No one could be bothered
To talk to you
To comfort you
To love you
This couldn't be any
Farther from the truth
I will always be there
In one form or another
I hope you understand that
I'll Never sayI'll Never Say
There's things I'll never say
Can I kiss your perfect lips
Can I be allowed to love you the way I do?
but maybe one day I'll be ok
When I'm alone all I do is think of you
When I'm with you all I wanna do is
kiss your so plump lips
But I'll never say this
To me you're perfect
Your eyes, lips, smile, laugh, body, personality
Everything about you I find so haunting
even though I know you'll never know
I want to sleep in your arms
Look straight into your eyes
Maybe one say I'll get that kiss
Maybe one day I'll stop hurting
(C) Heather Stewart
VintageForce a stranger
to sit next to you on the bus.
Always take care of the women of society
and they will repay you with shaven legs
and strawberry smiles.
are the emblems of the past
(of the past)
Listen to the echoes
of voting rights
and look to the mountin tops for snipets
(of the future)
Think of how much time has passed
once you make it to the top
and once you get down,
realize that things have changed
back to the way they were,
the way they are,
and the way they always will be.
Today in the mirror...Hidden in the mirror
today I saw a shadow,
wearing all the things
I used to dream of...
Hidden in the mirror
today I saw a face,
with eyes full of hope
and hands full of dreams.
She's been gone such a long time!
As I looked closer to this stranger,
the colors got brighter and clear.
All became familiar,
the smiles even when there was tears,
the little fingers that craved creation.
The wonder in those eyes was immense!
Before they were slowly darkened
by the realities,
that were not so bright
and not so colorful.
Today hidden in the mirror
I saw those eyes before the pain,
before all those things,
That brought us sadness.
Today in the mirror
I saw who I was,
who I was meant to be.
And the shadows in the mirror,
begun to dissipate.
In their place stood out,
all my hopes with shaking hands.
Handing over my forgotten dreams,
with a smile asking to once again,
be reunited with my heart,
to give my life a brighter day,
to give my dreams a place to stay...
Today in the mirror
I found myself
For YouDarling, I would still write you poems.
I'd fill lines and pages
with such sediments, one could feel the love
as if it were conveyed to them alone.
I'd capture this moment in the phrases and expressions
on the worn page.
Give you chills
as my literary fingers slide down your face.
Watch your eyes close
as the letters encase you gently.
I'd show you the diamond I found
while digging through the coal mine.
I'd write about the black on my fingers
as I uncovered the luster beneath.
Tell you of the fortune I gained by never selling it.
My dear, I would still write you poems when I'm old,
and thoughts stumble out of my mouth like an illiterate fool were saying them.
I'd let the words flow out like a river through the pen.
I'd watch the letters on the page, once again,
wrap around you, encase you, hold you in their shakily written ink
like they held you when we were young.
after loveYour cheek pressed against my arm,
making it go numb.
I watched as your
eagle feathers onto your flesh
and counted the kid-like freckles
along the bridge of your nose
as you fell asleep
next to me on an unmade bed
in a room that was once a basement.
I think I'm too
far gone in this stupor,
in this trance I'm in
whenever you come over
and we play stupid video games
like that's all we ever think about,
like that's natural;
an everyday thing.
But boy, we both know I'm not your
friend in the ordinary sense.
I'm something you crave in
your shadowy mind,
something I can't stand but
That's just the way it is.
with your secrets
but you get used to mine right away.
How is that fair?
I want to be just as brave.
Inside, I'm nothing but pieces of
and pink stickers that say,
"Sometimes I'm lost
but I'm still a boy,
wanting to experience
the Spectacular Now."
Is that possible,
how my thoughts
Beautiful Death SentenceFlying minty bunny twirls in the air.
Fluffy cotton candy puppy dogs roll around without a care.
I watch their laughter and sport with vain.
My mind slowly falls to the insane.
Shattered dreams cloud my mind.
Darling, is there anything I can do to unwind?
Shadow realms cover my eyes with blood.
All the voices in my head tell me I’m done.
All of the world is a beautiful death sentence.
All of my tears run black.
Silence stabs me in the back.
I am losing all my sense.
The world is beautiful to the blinded soul.
More and more fall to Death’s toll.
I watch the world with shame.
No one knows how hard it is to be a blind dame.
TomorrowI thought I was fine
That life was good
And I was happy
Then it struck again
Like an old enemy
It rolled into my being
This dark cloud of despair
This angel of death
This stifler of joy
It left me asking questions
Questions about my purpose
About my life
If the few people I've touched really matter
If life is worth the living
So many questions
So few answers
And only an emptiness left in its wake
All I can do now is sleep
But I know I shall rise again tomorrow
So tonight I'll pray
for a better
Ponder of my life.I ponder my life away
Thinking of my life as it is
Thinking how easy it would be to give up
Making me chuckle when the thought passes through my mind
Then I ponder about how I got here
The mistakes I have made
The friends I have lost on the way
The love I wish to have back once again
Then I ponder about the love I had lost
How my mistakes drove her to hate me
Then to feel nothing towards me
How I fell apart each day I woke
How I tried to win you back
Fighting for another chance
But in the end I lost a fight I could not win
Now I am beaten and broken
Left here pondering on how I should move on
Yet as I ponder my lost within my life
Maybe one day things will turn out right
and maybe on that day I will gain some of it all back.
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