Things I'll tell you when you're older (6).In the end,
you're all you have.

Be careful.

write what hurtsi'm here to tell you
about fire and living
& how both burn even if you ignore them

it's not about what feels good
it's about what doesn't
cornering what hurts
and exposing it
really displaying it
pedestal on high
for what it is
and not what it pretends to be

you are not living
until you hurt
you can't be alive
if all you know is comfort

comfort is only a sign
that you are doing what you know
it is admittance of limitation
because you are human
and only know so much
and it's agonising to think
that you can be comfortable with that
and not want to reach out
and touch every thing you find
and read every book you see
an

We loved in increments.Whisper-wisp,
we loved in falling leaves
and sunburnt skin,
Autumn rain and
the flooded river
bank that broke
your heart;

we loved
in increments
and then lost it
to the wind.

If you know.If you know someone,
if you know

the way their shoulders might
slump with each dreadful minute
of their day,

don't ask them
for more time.

And if you know

how their words might dry up
with their smile and you're left
facing an empty well,

don't ask them
for more water.

If you know how
sometimes their hands will
shake with the effort it takes them
to face the day,

then let them know that
you know,

and that you'll stay.

on getting to be honesti wonder
if you were really drunk or not
when you called me. if that was
just an excuse when i asked you why,
if maybe that made it somehow
seem less strange after all this time.

i wonder
if you were telling the truth
about keeping everything i gave you.
except for my paintings, which you
admitted that you destroyed. i wonder
how often you take my poems out and
read them.

i wonder
why you asked me what my
warmest memory was of us.
i'd often dream of having
this conversation with you
a year ago, but it was too soon
and we were still in love but
we hated each other. i would have
said, 'the best memory i have of you
is you leaving.' which of c

Lovers.They swallow
you whole and
then spit you
out in pieces,

teeth and
intestines on
tiled floors,

swearing blind
that this
is how you
love someone.

Feet up on the dashboard.We're driving and I don't know where.

I know that once upon a time
beauty and terror happened to me all at once
and since that night I haven't been able
to tell the two apart,

and I know that your left hand is
more beautiful than your right, but your
right knows how to touch me best.

You said,
"every mouth I've ever kissed
was practice for you,"
and I said,
"darling I don't care,
I've kissed them too."

And you know that what I mean is
I've kissed the ashes of their memory from
your lips and shovelled them from between
your teeth with my tongue,

that I'd pry
them from the back of your throat if
I thought you'd try to hide them
back there

Birthday celebrations.Twenty-three cigarettes
at midnight in honour of
the years you might have
lived,

but chose not to.

you arei want a city ruined
every time you love me.
i want to show how loudly i shake,
enough to break
faults and how it will never be yours,
and bring down skylines
when you aren't here.

there are seven weeks until my blood runs blank,
but it is so full tonight
it could drown a man.
i hope it drowns you,
the way it carries the only beautiful thing about me
to you;
my heart, my love.

it's time you pull together
your telephone wires and breathe stars
back into my body-
it was so dark without you.
there was no moon,
just the kind of black
you know could be no emptier.

i am effulgent again
with the ways i've needed to feel,
i am

A list.I have a list of things
I need to do and words
I need to say out loud
and not just in poems or
quiet touches,

but the tongue is weak
and the flesh is baulking at
the starting line and
I don't know that I can
live with this hesitant
heart much longer.

Give me all your secrets...Give me all your secrets, that I might turn them into birds.

I want you to tell me
about your childhood bruises,
because darling,

I want to know
what's made you
grow up so heavily.

(So blue and green and
yellowed skin.)

I want you to tell me
about the bags under
your eyes,

how you sat up all night
crying for a boy on the news
you'd never known,
but thought
you could have loved
because his hips
stuck out above his jeans
and that struck a chord
with the gap of your
lips.

I want to know about
how you wrote your own obituary
and sent it to the paper,
just to see how many people
would call and about
how you felt when no-

Love letter to myself.Small handed girl,
you've written the truth
of your scars wherever there's
space to write it

and I love you.

They painted over
the rape you wrote about
on the front door of
your Uncle's house

and I love you.

They took the floorboards
of your bedroom out where you'd
carved the shape of your
father's fist into their
varnished surface

and I love you.

You shook the sand of
your fifteenth birthday out of
your hair and into a jar
you keep under the bed to
remember a girl with crooked
teeth and bony knees who
fled and flew

and I love you.

You've built yourself into a
fortress with nothing but your
fingernails and shredded skin
and you let

if people didn't filter their emotions and justthrowing yourself on
floors doesn't fix anything,
but it sure seems to.

Feb 20th.I’ve never liked the summer,

the heat stands on the pavement waving
like an old friend and the girls with freckles
all look like you;

their hair in thick braids down their backs
as they smoke their cigarettes and break my heart.

100 sunday crosswordsthis is a story of broken pieces
letting go feature by feature;
shattered pieces, ice rain,
and something blacker than sadness
turning from snowfall to knives
and the scarlet ground that follows.

this is about knowing when to stop
but never knowing the time.

because fingers snap louder in the cold,
they shiver and shake, shiver and shake
until the tremours turn to bone
and you feel it when they break.
a century's warning isn't enough to prepare for an earthquake;
a thousand years is still a blink when the last sinews
split.

there is nothing welcome about the open air
and how it bites your exposed skin,
its teeth sharpen and g

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by ~trembling-knees, Jan 9, 2013, 2:53:28 AM
Literature / Poetry / Family Life / Free Verse

_{There is never a wrong
time to love someone,

but sometimes there will be
the wrong someone who
will love you the
wrong way.}

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~whovian63 Apr 4, 2013 Hobbyist Filmographer

short and simple i like it

*RiseandBe Jan 20, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

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*Betterthanempty Jan 9, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Simple but effective; I like that you didn't force it to be longer than it had to be.

~trembling-knees Feb 21, 2013 General Artist

Thank you!

*ohsostarryeyed Jan 9, 2013

punch in the gut, welcome to my current life. i will never apologise for loving someone but i will apologise for shit circumstance
come visit me it's cold here
or we can just talk more because i realise maybe that's weird of me to say when we don't talk really except via comment

~trembling-knees Feb 21, 2013 General Artist

Love is never something that should be apologised for, ever. We sometimes find ourselves loving terrible people at terrible times and doing terrible things to ourselves, but we should never feel like that's something to be sorry for.

I'm going to ship myself via express mail to you and we can snuggle under blankets and write poetry together and drink hot chocolates or coffee (I'm more of a coffee gal) and just generally ignore the world outside

*ohsostarryeyed Mar 7, 2013

i never do apologise for it and i don't know how to, so i won't. well i might say "i'm sorry but i love you and you're stuck with it and i am not looking for reciprocation but i just have to tell you or i'll explode" but that's it.

and okay i like this, i shall give you my address and help pay the postage. i like coffee that doesn't taste like coffee, and i love tea

~ChocoCoatedLemons Jan 9, 2013

Ouch, right in the childhood. XD

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