Dead Paper

"My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! And yet they seem alive and quivering..." *all collages and poems are original works by Dead Paper

[wearedeadpaper]

no one believed there was life in the dark corners of the ceiling, where the moonlight wouldn't go, where dreams fell asleep and dreamnt. but if you looked close, there were doors, and beyond the doors, worlds. maybe i will see them again, someday, when i find the way back.

[wearedeadpaper]

leftover sparks fade quickly on paper after thoughts of all the afterthoughts I try to save cutting out memories and waiting for the glue to dry.  

[wearedeadpaper]

hearts extracted for each other warm and dripping, a cycle of loneliness coming to an end.

[wearedeadpaper]

it's peculiar, the power of dust found in the cold spaces we dream about eyes open and breath held hoping the snow-globe we live in may someday settle.  

[wearedeadpaper]

a rush of waves on the skin, a burn of blood in the heart. diving headfirst, holding our breath. 

[wearedeadpaper]

the depth of a universe looking down at us as we try to find our way with shoes untied.  

[wearedeadpaper]

soda pop on the tongue, the fizz and burn in my lungs, this condensation on my skin; American summer sun be gentle and hold me quietly as I try to remember myself.

[wearedeadpaper]

i never felt as helpless as i did when i was nine and you were ten and you picked him over me and i saw you hold his hand and whisper something that i didn't hear but wished i did and then you hid with him behind the old oak tree and i pretended not to care which was silly because i cared a lot, and i thought about how your hand would feel warm inside mine and i thought about the time i sat close to you and i was scared, i could smell your hair and it smelled like flowers and i wanted to scream out how you made me dizzy inside my stomach and my head but i didn't and instead i scribbled 

i have a secret for you 

with my finger into the sand of the sandbox but i knew you'd never see it because it started to rain, which i thought was odd since it was still sunny but it did, and my nose and eyes were all runny, and my face was all wet.

[wearedeadpaper]

please don't look back. the world is only getting older and soon, even the sun will fall asleep.

[wearedeadpaper]

we are artists,

deviants

and

destroyers

of the mundane;

feel our touch

and remember.

[wearedeadpaper]

i let you pass through my mind

silently

dripping into the dark

sleepy

space of my thoughts

before i fell

fast asleep.

[wearedeadpaper]

i exhale,

i breathe

to remind

the universe

that i too

am a beautiful note

in

its symphony.

[theclotheshorse]

[wearedeadpaper]

one of our collages is an iphone case now!

[wearedeadpaper]

stars are delicate,

we both know that,

like hearts

or glass jars

filled to the brim

with dreams

and wishes

and lost prayers,

caught

but still alive,

still breathing,

each a story,

a secret,

and if we listen,

if we stand here quietly

and don't breathe,

we might hear them

whispering.

[wearedeadpaper]

the greeks called 

it an abandonment,

downfall and darkening

of a heavenly body

is that what your

shadow casts on me?

obscuring vision

engulfing emotion,

an eclipse.

[wearedeadpaper]

before you kissed me

you whispered

something so softly

only my soul

could hear it,

and at that moment

i understood everything,

why the

earth

and stars

and universe existed,

and why i was created

with a heart.

[wearedeadpaper]

can we echo

louder than butterflies,

louder than mistakes,

and death, and shadows?