the poet

teenage poet with a trail of hearts

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escapril, day two

[sunstrain-deactivated20190407]

— a fresh start, (day 1.)

[sallynwonderland]

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april brings to mind rain the color blue changing weather new beginnings. rising up out of the cold, wet earth to be reborn. dirt under your fingernails, buds in your hair pollen and raindrops on your cheeks as you dig yourself out. fresh. clean. start anew.

a fresh start

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i never thought i’d worship one with such alacrity you have me on my knees this sweet and blissful blasphemy you spread out like a flower blossoming carnality your sun-kissed petals reach out summoning your majesty so i kneel at your altar my resistance in atrophy i praise my goddess freely and say farewell to apathy

sacrilege tastes so sweet

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Write about your most recent kiss

i am pressing kisses to your lips, for once uncaring of searching eyes, of being seen. you smile against my mouth, the curve of your lips beneath mine tasting sweet like chapstick and happy, warm affection. my fingers skirt along your jawline and i ache to pull you closer, closer, joy bursting in my chest. applause on the other side of the door pulls us apart, and you crack a joke about timing.

while the world goes on below us, you and i float on a cloud, this moment keeping us aloft.

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“with every step you take by her side, falling feels a little more like flying. you press a kiss to her soft scarlet hair and close your eyes to make a wish, you can feel the air beneath your feet and the wind pulling through your lungs. she wraps her arms around your waist and your stomach gives that wonderful lurch, that drop as you shift from descent to flight. every shared joke, every story told, every laugh is a little more like spreading your wings and a little less like you’re plummeting into an abyss. ‘you know you love me,’ you tease her, and she laughs and shakes her head. only later do you remember that, at least once, she did love you. and when you wonder if she ever will again, you remember that even the illusion of flight must come to an end, and if you fall, you will hit the ground.”

i wanna glow from the light that you give me, i wish i knew that you felt the same

[lostinmynotebook]

I should be wanting you And, trust me, I do But I also want him I want your fingers laced with mine as we watch movies But I want his lips after I finish a cigarette I want you to smile with me as we laugh about a stupid joke But I want him to tease me just like we used to, only this time he’ll be okay I want your arms around me But I want my arms around him All of these different scenarios invade my mind It’s a mess that you shouldn’t have to deal with I nearly have you But I can’t shut him out of my thoughts I forget about him while I am with you I forget about the bullshit we went through Because I am happy being with you In your company, or your arms Yet there is something alive inside me now that wants him In a way I never have before And I don’t know how to shut it off I’m not sure what these feelings are They’re invading my brain like a parasite While he and I remain silent Perhaps if we could talk Things could be normal I feel so guilty every time I think of him Because then I think of you And how much time we both took Every glance and every smile Every kiss down an empty hallway My heart still wants you But not only you I hope I can figure myself out I want you And I want him Yet only one is logical And i have a real chance with you I feel like he doesn’t and will never feel the same It would be smart to stay just friends But now that we’ve crossed that line I can’t stop imagining Rethinking all those 7th grade fantasies I didn’t think it would turn out this way My head is gone My heart is split You are here and logical and beautiful He is there and fleeting and also beautiful I don’t have to choose, I have to move on

jigsaw puzzle of the heart (via lostinmynotebook)

[lostinmynotebook]

new york eyes fill my mind i crave the feeling of your hands on my thighs the sunny heat where you lie i’m feelin higher than a fucking kite thinking of you and those new york eyes

her (via lostinmynotebook)

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yo now i'm invested. if she gave you another chance would you take it? you really care about her it seems

i think i would but i would need to take it slowly if she were even interested.

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your last post was so emotional. would you consider going back to that person given the chance or do you think she has given up?

i’m not sure. i think that she probably wouldn’t give me a chance again, at least not anytime soon. and i don’t want to give myself another chance to hurt her. :-/

the timing has never been right with us. i don’t know if it ever will be.

but she’s still one of the most beautiful people i’ve ever known and i’ll always think well of her!

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write about a love/relationship you wish had ended differently

i. sophomore year, part one. 

she is small and beautiful and witty and you want to make her yours, but your heart is still breaking from the last person you dated. when she asks you out, you say yes, and you’re happy for maybe a day before things come crashing down and your parents force you apart. you know that it’s for the best - you wouldn’t have been able to fully give your heart to her anyway - but you still wish it could’ve been different.

ii. sophomore year, part two.

it’s never official, but you fall back into place with her easily. her lips are soft and warm when you pull her into an empty hallway and kiss her for the first time. it’s all so secret and you’re falling too deep too quickly, and you see phantoms of your past weaving themselves into you. you hallucinate that you’re manipulating her, that you’re just like him, and so you break things off abruptly, terrified of becoming a person you never want to be.

iii. junior year.

you spend weeks pining after her, staring at her small, soft, perfect hands and her hair curling over the nape of her neck before you confess that you’ve fallen for her once again. you find yourself going on dates with her - watching movies in your basement, kissing in that same hallway as before, dancing slowly in front of the credits scrolling on the movie screen in front of you in an empty, darkened movie theater. but all too soon your depression comes rushing back, and when you meet someone else, someone new, you’re ashamed to say that you leave her in the hopes that you can find someone to save you. 

but maybe she was the one who could have.

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submissions are welcome xx

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you pin me to the mattress and i laugh until i choke i think i'm fucking dying 'cause you just can't take a joke i swear you only love me when your fingers grip my throat you bite my lips and i fight back but lose myself in smoke

the taste of bruises

[asking-jude]

Be careful, my darlings. There are people out there that taste like fireworks and bliss, but leave ashes and warnings in the aftertaste of their kiss.

Nikita Gill (via asking-jude)

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i ignore people’s texts not because i don’t like them but because sometimes i feel too drained to make small talk and act fine it’s nothing personal, i promise, i just can’t keep faking this smile right now and i’m fine, really i am, it’s just really fucking hard when i would rather be dead than talk about school or movies or any of that pointless wonderful small talk how do you people fake it all the time? maybe i’m just not strong enough

unpublished book of assorted poetry #2