Submissions by dearalexandra
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
1st May 2013 1:48am
1st May 2013 1:48am
impasse
We are sitting in the sand
listening to our deadened hearts
that have loved too long
and too hard
and we are inhaling anything
and everything that they say will cease
their beating prematurely.
Your heartstrings are frayed where
musicians played you a symphony and left
before you could ask for an encore
and my chest sings in shallow rhythms to an empty concert hall.
The sun will touch the water in 4 minutes and 38 seconds
and disappear for the next 12 hours and we still trust it to be there when we wake up.
I am almost just as...
listening to our deadened hearts
that have loved too long
and too hard
and we are inhaling anything
and everything that they say will cease
their beating prematurely.
Your heartstrings are frayed where
musicians played you a symphony and left
before you could ask for an encore
and my chest sings in shallow rhythms to an empty concert hall.
The sun will touch the water in 4 minutes and 38 seconds
and disappear for the next 12 hours and we still trust it to be there when we wake up.
I am almost just as...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Apr 2013 10:45pm
25th Apr 2013 10:45pm
zero times anything is still zero
You walked up the stairs tonight and heard sloshing in your ribcage. Please don't mistake this ocean in your chest as anything other than all the pretty words I've been pouring down your throat for months. Shoot them up this time. Tap until you find the vein. I need them in your bloodstream. I want "I love you" to glow blue just underneath the surface of your paper skin. I want your pupils to swallow your irises until there is nothing but two black holes where your eyes used to be. I want to shiver under the sky and drink in starlight until we're dizzy because I've heard everything...
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Apr 2013 8:46pm
20th Apr 2013 8:46pm
eulogy
i. my skin remembers the way your body collapsed
into mine that day better than my head does
and i should’ve lifted you up
but all i did was hold you
ii. i keep having this dream where
i am standing on a black hill
in a black dress
and everybody’s cheeks are stained
iii. what does it mean when you start to miss a person before they’ve even gone anywhere?
into mine that day better than my head does
and i should’ve lifted you up
but all i did was hold you
ii. i keep having this dream where
i am standing on a black hill
in a black dress
and everybody’s cheeks are stained
iii. what does it mean when you start to miss a person before they’ve even gone anywhere?
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Apr 2013 11:52am
11th Apr 2013 11:52am
22
In a moment of insanity
mistaken for clarity
I think about forgiving you
and the corroded muscle
inside your chest.
I return from my momentary relapse
pleased to see that the clock has barely ticked ten times since I left.
Last time I did something that foolish
I was under for almost four months.
mistaken for clarity
I think about forgiving you
and the corroded muscle
inside your chest.
I return from my momentary relapse
pleased to see that the clock has barely ticked ten times since I left.
Last time I did something that foolish
I was under for almost four months.
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Apr 2013 11:55am
9th Apr 2013 11:55am
Thanks for Everything
I am going some place to shake hands with another person
who understands that the most important part of leaving
is staying gone.
To whom it may concern:
Every day you stay digs your grave a little deeper and one day his bed and your casket are going to become the same thing. Leave. I threw away every note of yours without rereading a single one and I think your body understands how that feels. You were 15 years too late to take back the reason why I’ll never believe anyone will ever want me and I hope for their sake, those little girls never know I exist. Buy a house on...
who understands that the most important part of leaving
is staying gone.
To whom it may concern:
Every day you stay digs your grave a little deeper and one day his bed and your casket are going to become the same thing. Leave. I threw away every note of yours without rereading a single one and I think your body understands how that feels. You were 15 years too late to take back the reason why I’ll never believe anyone will ever want me and I hope for their sake, those little girls never know I exist. Buy a house on...
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Apr 2013 3:00am
8th Apr 2013 3:00am
04/07/13
I never understood the fascination with blue eyes
until a string of meaningless infatuations
led me to realize that it is in fact
quite possible
to drown in the iris of another human being.
until a string of meaningless infatuations
led me to realize that it is in fact
quite possible
to drown in the iris of another human being.
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Apr 2013 6:22am
7th Apr 2013 6:22am
(I changed the subject of this poem because I knew what you were expecting)
Maybe if I had
more guts
less sense
and a few more notches of regret in my bedpost
I would finally be able to write something that’d really tear you apart
(in more than just 6 cowardly lines)
more guts
less sense
and a few more notches of regret in my bedpost
I would finally be able to write something that’d really tear you apart
(in more than just 6 cowardly lines)
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Apr 2013 10:45pm
5th Apr 2013 10:45pm
Happy Birthday!
I am made of brittle bones, frozen over in the places you touched me.
I spend every night locked out
on front porches
with only the murmurs of lovers
from inside to remind me
what warm feels like.
I am made of icicle fractures, frozen over in the places you touched me.
I spend every night locked out
on front porches
with only the murmurs of lovers
from inside to remind me
what warm feels like.
I am made of icicle fractures, frozen over in the places you touched me.
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Apr 2013 10:43pm
5th Apr 2013 10:43pm
HANDLE WITH CARE
Ever since I was a child
I’ve had a hard time holding fragile things
So the night you kissed me began the count down
to how long we could bend without breaking
I was comforted and horrified to find
that you too
had palms that itched to crush
no matter how often your heart whispered
be gentle
I held on too tight
until we were nothing but particles of dust
that you let slip between your fingers
but at least we can split the blame
for the destruction of two entire years worth of longing
I have since...
I’ve had a hard time holding fragile things
So the night you kissed me began the count down
to how long we could bend without breaking
I was comforted and horrified to find
that you too
had palms that itched to crush
no matter how often your heart whispered
be gentle
I held on too tight
until we were nothing but particles of dust
that you let slip between your fingers
but at least we can split the blame
for the destruction of two entire years worth of longing
I have since...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Apr 2013 1:27am
5th Apr 2013 1:27am
it is courteous to return a favor
I
am
getting
very
good
at
erasing
you
(I have almost scrubbed my sheets entirely clean of your body)
I
am
struggling
very
hard
to
erase
myself
(I’m afraid these stains will never come out of my carpet)
am
getting
very
good
at
erasing
you
(I have almost scrubbed my sheets entirely clean of your body)
I
am
struggling
very
hard
to
erase
myself
(I’m afraid these stains will never come out of my carpet)
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Apr 2013 1:25am
5th Apr 2013 1:25am
three months later
I hope you are not waiting to hear the words I miss you because eventually you’ll realize your bones have been collecting dust
I miss you
is an invitation for winter winds to whistle between my ribs again
I miss you
is more toxic than “goodbye” ever was
I miss you
is suicide
I am giving you my scissors
and trusting you to cut out my tongue
before
I miss you
comes around and fucks things up
again
I miss you
is an invitation for winter winds to whistle between my ribs again
I miss you
is more toxic than “goodbye” ever was
I miss you
is suicide
I am giving you my scissors
and trusting you to cut out my tongue
before
I miss you
comes around and fucks things up
again
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2013 9:36pm
3rd Apr 2013 9:36pm
and for my next trick...
I am a writer, I tell them
and I consider penning this on my forehead
so I no longer have to explain to everyone
why I look so defeated all the time
I leave my poems in places where I know people will see them
and I will act like I am better than you
because though I can’t fix a car or pick a lock
I sure as fuck can write novels about the color of your eyes
I’ve wasted enough paper to kill an entire rainforest
and I will keep writing until I no longer feel like I am condemned
to a life full of excuses
and long-sleeved shirts ...
and I consider penning this on my forehead
so I no longer have to explain to everyone
why I look so defeated all the time
I leave my poems in places where I know people will see them
and I will act like I am better than you
because though I can’t fix a car or pick a lock
I sure as fuck can write novels about the color of your eyes
I’ve wasted enough paper to kill an entire rainforest
and I will keep writing until I no longer feel like I am condemned
to a life full of excuses
and long-sleeved shirts ...
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