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i want to sing out of tune,
become undone, fly a giant
marshmallow to the moon;
i want to jump on a sponge
three miles long and a mile wide.
i want to speak in bubbles,
just to pop all the words i wish
i hadn't said.
because i'm allergic to the sound
of wind-chimes, sea-food, and the
coasts of france.
i'm dying to become someone, but i don't
think i have a chance.
so i will throw my beer caps away,
i'll light the warehouse all ablaze.
and maybe i could lay down in the grass,
maybe i could sleep beneath
the constellations, dream about
Achilles' heels, take a breath
and breathe out sunflowers.
oh, it could happen,
one of these days.
i could be sitting at the bus stop,
and suddenly a millionaire
could be tripping, and i could catch him,
charm him, maybe. who knows?
and then i'd have sixty million pennies,
lined up in my saving's account.
and i could buy a beach house
on the coast of maine, i could
live to breathe a hundred years.
maybe i could be someone,
maybe i could.
after all, fate is just coincidence
that no one can figure out.
become undone, fly a giant
marshmallow to the moon;
i want to jump on a sponge
three miles long and a mile wide.
i want to speak in bubbles,
just to pop all the words i wish
i hadn't said.
because i'm allergic to the sound
of wind-chimes, sea-food, and the
coasts of france.
i'm dying to become someone, but i don't
think i have a chance.
so i will throw my beer caps away,
i'll light the warehouse all ablaze.
and maybe i could lay down in the grass,
maybe i could sleep beneath
the constellations, dream about
Achilles' heels, take a breath
and breathe out sunflowers.
oh, it could happen,
one of these days.
i could be sitting at the bus stop,
and suddenly a millionaire
could be tripping, and i could catch him,
charm him, maybe. who knows?
and then i'd have sixty million pennies,
lined up in my saving's account.
and i could buy a beach house
on the coast of maine, i could
live to breathe a hundred years.
maybe i could be someone,
maybe i could.
after all, fate is just coincidence
that no one can figure out.
Literature
Inside the Lines
They arrange in rows, vibrating,
anticipating,
calculating the first move.
Decked each in bright colors, look at me
look at me, hi mom, do you see
sunlight glinting from glinting places
around a hundred faces, flush with nervous
waiting, and watching for the signal,
and it comes with raised arm and a sharp stroke
down, and down the rows the thunder rolls,
and so begins
the first movement.
Literature
blued veins.
such a pretty boy [he's beautiful], but amongst all that prettiness, he doesn't understand. so fragile. just a brittle frame. translucent, as he stood by the window. she hovers behind, unwilling to break him further.
"you never told me why."
she waits for more.
"i don't understand. how can you think it's right for you when it's hurt you so much?"
he's not done.
"i walked away from you, so you'll never walk away from me. i couldn't imagine the hurt i gave you."
veins on his clenched wrists look so blue [like his eyes]. as she stays quiet, she examined his profile. how can something so painstakingly beautiful look so pained at the same ti
Literature
In My Veins
I am learning,
That with you there is no half-way
It's a small price to pay,
For this feeling in my veins
Searing deep inside me,
Such passionate pain
Tearing,
And scaring,
All I was away...
You ask me if it's forever,
And I tell you that I would never,
Let you go
My mind is reeling from the flame,
That you cause in me everyday
Let you go?
There's just no way...
I remember asking,
You what love was
And you said that it is something,
You can never get enough of
That feeling in your veins,
The burning never goes away
Tearing,
And scaring,
All you were away...
You ask me if it's forever,
And I tell you that I would neve
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I couldn't laugh, but I smiled at the description you wrote.
You are an amazing poet. Please, never stop writing. I relate to your words so much. It's so beautiful. I want to say I love you, but that's weird coming from a stranger. lol but.. I LOVE YOU. Your words are truly amazing.. You seriously INSPIRE ME. I'm glad I decided to make a deviant art
You are an amazing poet. Please, never stop writing. I relate to your words so much. It's so beautiful. I want to say I love you, but that's weird coming from a stranger. lol but.. I LOVE YOU. Your words are truly amazing.. You seriously INSPIRE ME. I'm glad I decided to make a deviant art