She Sings of Life They speak of a tree, deep in the forest, where the sunlight barely filters to the moss-covered ground and the birds flock to the sky. They whisper of a silence, a stillness and shyness and of the blooming of flowers long forgotten in the mists of time. They shout of power, of the seed and growth, the potential to reach the skies, to challenge heaven itself in the lofty reaches of vine-encircled limbs. They chant of chaos, lost in the far-flung reaches of the twisting rivers and they dare to believe
For Sarah, Forever AgoI worked the midnight shift last night. It was the sort of night where you body feels so heavy that your mind just starts floating away. I was exhausted, worn. Sleep reached for my heart like a vigilante reaching for a gun, and I couldn't stop thinking of you.You filled my head with poetry.I could write something beautiful, that it was a clear night and the stars were out, that the moon shone above me like a love song in the sky. But it wasn't. The clouds were low and heavy and the streetlights painted the sky orange.It was the kind of night that makes you feel trapped. The kind when there's no one alive but you, no sound but
Love Songs to the MoonHe's lonely, just another dreamer-boy with his head in the clouds.For a boy who would never be loved, he had so much love in him.She runs her tongue along her teeth. Are you afraid of dragons? she asks.I imagine her with scales and wings, breathing fire. I tell her no, I'm a knight in shining armour. Oh, she says with mock seriousness, you're fearless then.I'm afraid, I say softly, I'm afraid of falling.She leans in close. I feel her breath on my lips as she whispers, What about falling in love?I forget how to breathe. The world starts to spin and I close my eyes.Then she kisses me full on the mouth and my spine turns to feath
Let's Call This the BeginningHe turned back towards me and held out his hand. I reached forward, watching his chest rise and fall underneath his shirt. I imagined his lungs were full of wind; there was a storm hidden behind his teeth and we were going to run away together to fly kites and watch the clouds chase the sun across the horizon. Our fingers touched and my imagination raced; we were holding hands at midnight in the city, climbing rooftops and racing shooting stars across the empty streets. He closed his hand around mine and our shoulders brushed.That's when I realized I was lonely.It became one of the many things I avoid telling people. Like sometimes I have
forever-girlshe's tired. worn.but she can't fall asleep anymore because she's scared of waking up.i think back to the nights when we pretended we could touch the stars and we lit up the sky with laughter.oh those long ago feelings.she's the type of girl who hides her pain because she doesn't want anyone else to be hurt. she wears too much make-up to cover up the tears in her eyes.she tries to smile and it just about breaks my heart.forever-girl,can i be your hero?
100 Years Minus a DayI am strong because I am weak.The last time we fought, she punched me in the chest. Her knuckles broke, but my heart shattered like ice.I've learned that there's more to strength than muscles.I'm beautiful because I know my flaws.There are girls that hide their beauty, and there are girls that flaunt it. She is neither.She wears ripped-up Converse and old clothes. She smudges her mascara and still captures boys' hearts with her playful smile.I'm a lover because I'm a fighter.Her heart beats like a war drum. She plays with war paint and she'll fight for love.Didn't you ever wonder why Cupid's arrow is stained with blood?I'm f
(Make-believe) LoveDear boy-that-I-never-expected,Sometimes I wonder if I love(ed) you. From, that-girl-that-pretended-she-didn't-careP.S. It's almost your birthday. What do you want?--Dear girl-who-caught-my-eye,Sometimes I wonder if I kissed you, would you love me.Would you tell me the truth?From,that-boy-you-never-gave-a-chanceP.S. All I want is a girl who doesn't want me.--Dear boy,Let's be straight, boy. If we were in love, I would've noticed by now.P.S. Happy birthday.--You know, you told me a year ago to give up.What does that tell you?P.S. I'm still young.--(I make believe that we still have a chance because I'm
One Last Time"I don't love her," I protest.But I'm not even fooling myself.[—rose,I keep waiting to feel your thorns.]"I love you," she whispers.Lies taste so sweet on her lips.
summertime.i've realized i miss you most in the summer. when we were together, we belonged to the cold; trees would lose their leaves, winter winds would blow, but the summer was ours. it was a time when we could leave essays and exams behind and start dreaming. a time for stargazing and raindancing and treeclimbing. for the wild. for us.i feel so out of place. in the light of a bonfire or the wind of a highway, i find myself thinking: you would have loved this. and i get lost in memories of running through a subway station, reaching for lights across the dark ocean or swinging by a lake and dangling our feet in the stars.this has always been a seas
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