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Old 08-20-2010, 04:58 PM   #1
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Default some poetry...

hey everyone,
so my sister really likes to write poetry, and she asked me to help her put her work out there so people could read it and give feedback. so I thought I would post some of it. Please let me know what you think, my sister would love some constructive feedback! Thanks from both of us!


nostalgia
can be
deadly.
it is
so beautiful,
enticing,
calling you to come and
cup it in your hands,
pick through its sparkling,
razor-
sharp
shards,
and every time you cut yourself
on its jagged hidden edges
a small part of
your
willpower
bleeds away…


~~~~~~~~~~


i am not disposable. i was the only one who waited through your storms, the only one who bothered to ask you and the only one who listened through all of it. you made me carry your demons and all i ever did was smile through it all. and i
never
said
a
word.
but somehow i am still not worth your time. and somehow now all i ever get is the answering machine or another excuse for why you can’t come and
i
am
tired
of your reasons why, of your quick apologies. your secrets weigh me down and taint every breath i take and i can never let go of them and
you
are
so
blind
to
what
you’ve
done
to
me.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


you don’t know what
we’re talking about
and i don’t know what
we’re talking about
and yet
our mouths keep moving
and nothing comes out
like a silent film
and it doesn’t really matter
and nobody understands.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~


they say that
the end is always really
just another beginning
but
is it really?
because if all we ever have are
beginnings
does anything ever end
or does it all just go on and
on
like a broken record
or a beating heart
always moving but
never going anywhere
and how many times
do we start everything
again
before
our
hearts
stop?


~~~~~~~~~~~~


every morning
her alarm clock rings
a wake-up call
but not really.
she stumbles out of bed
and she picks her clothes up
off the floor
and gets dressed
but not really.
and she answers all the questions
and listens to everything they said
and smiles and nods in all the right places
but not really.
and she gets home and does everything
just like she always does
and she plays her music
and takes a shower
and finishes everything
but not really.
and when she finally lies down
and
stops
and
thinks
she finds
she can’t remember
a thing.


~~~~~~~~~~


the dandelion people
they hide
in the spaces
between the words
we never
ever
say
they live in the moments
just after
the moon sets
when it is
dark
they dance on the tips of our
tongues
on the palms of our
hands
they long
for elsewhere
set them free
the dandelion people


~~~~~~~~~~~


she looked up at
the moon
and it looked
at her
and she watched its face
and wondered
if it was
judging her
like everyone else


~~~~~~~~~~~~


midnight
open window
but
curtains still and silent
heavy air
thick with summer
and sweat
like concrete
one body
in white room
form quiet
eyes open
palms
pressed against sheets
thinking of nothing
everything
nothing again
car
turns onto street
engine silent
tires crunch
sharp lights
run smoothly over walls
shapes stretch
distort
grow
and then
car is gone
windows of light stolen
no marks left
no sound as
one body lies
alone
in white room
form still
eyes open.


~~~~~~~~~~~


she sat down
on a bench
and thought
about
everything
and
she realized
what she was
really
thinking about
was
nothing.


~~~~~~~~~~~~

let's
run away
go to
the city
change
our names
dye
our hair
start
a band
rise from
the ashes
do it
again.
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I think some of those poem are beautiful.
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