I remember the russet hues
of your lithe body
the Baby's Breath that once bloomed in my mouth tasted like the cursive love notes of Heaven to Earth. I'm homesick and a scream clutches my jaw, rattling through my head, misting all flourishing greens and ivories and moth petals in a tangle of ice.
your arms were always so secure. my ribcage pulsing into your chest, spine arched, our hipbones colliding like a smash of delicate flurries and desert sun. a hunger would rupture through the laws of space and motion, and my hands: desperate, deprived creatures, would only grasp tighter, suffocating whatever hole barricaded my touch from yours. no one ever held me the way you did.
we were powerful,
lusty, melancholy, and heartbreaking.
all the destructive, beautiful
threads of a poem.
some tune of you
envelopes me like black and white scarves
ricocheting the heat of china doll breath
back to me
I see you as a frosty, platinum moon
through the ink-gnarled, tree branches
every part of you lingers
a ghost haunting the window seat
gazing out at the street:
glistening in a haze of holiday lights
and racing, adolescent cars
I could never have you. who wants a girl who smokes behind the bushes in the backyard, tugging at bracelets and sleeves, eyeing the windows to make sure nobody came home early; who would, who would, who would?
a public pervert who could never make her laugh like you did. she'll live with him in a loft with a shaggy cat, debating about politics (those asses who march like sheep and pigs into congress every morning to sit on their rocking, dildo chairs) and they'll be glamorous and full of bountiful sex, living like summer nights, oh the heat they'll whisper, suck my veins dry, honey.
every night she'll climb to him, honey, her body sticky from his and maybe one evening, laying next to him, so close but she can't touch him, she'll think of you and how you held her and nobody could ever match that, not even the pervert slumbering, snoring (something she hates) next to her.
someday she'll travel overseas to live with boys and bohemians who's accents are charming and alien, postcards from London, Amsterdam, Rome, Cairo, Jerusalem, Moscow, Singapore, Tokyo, Sydney, and when she gets to Paris she'll ask if you'd like to be there too, hoping you won't think of the Eiffle Tower, lights, absinthe, cigarettes, cafes, topless dancers in the Moulin Rogue, but of her and the romance and the love that could have been.
maybe, just maybe you'll clutch that postcard, lay it to your chest and wish it was her instead of a picture mirroring foreign lands.
maybe, just maybe you won't throw it out and go to the back porch under the wind chimes with the woman who smells like coffee beans and your sweat. you'll realize both her and those postcards reflect foreign lands.
I thought of you today.
Author notes
for contest: platinum stitches
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I'm just this whole mess of missing lately. I'm so homesick and it's fucking killing me.
I'll be in Houston this week so I might not be able to read and comment while I'm way. I don't know. I'll have to see how things go.
A contest entry
- For my favorites and those that have me on their favorites by whiterabbit..
400 points, ended December 11, 2008, 23 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I have to disagree with Sick Sunshine. I loved the end. It was a soft explosion. The whole poem had so much power and so much going on. It was jammed full of feelings and beauty, then it was brought down beautifully at the end. With something so simple and so relatable.
It can be related to friends or boyfriends or anything, depending on literal or other meanings.
I thought of Martin.
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wow. I love this. I adore the way that you write. The descriptions in this are just amazing and the whole piece is breathtaking. I keep reading it over and over and I don't want to stop in case I've missed something. The emotions in this are just overwhelming, heartbreaking, & too familiar. I keep thinking of someone and the memories that I miss. This makes me want to cry and I can feel my eyes stinging. I'm in love with this. I've been a mess of missing lately too. I've been getting lost in the past and hopeful wishes. Writer's block is killing me & reading this just makes me even more envious of your talent. Amazing.
x
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the beginning had me thinking you were the one that was going to win this contest.. then the rest threw it to shit.
sorry just being honest.
amazing beginning.
"I remember the russet hues
of your lithe body
the Baby's Breath that once bloomed in my mouth tasted like the cursive love notes of Heaven to Earth. I'm homesick and a scream clutches my jaw, rattling through my head, misting all flourishing greens and ivories and moth petals in a tangle of ice.
your arms were always so secure. my ribcage pulsing into your chest, spine arched, our hipbones colliding like a smash of delicate flurries and desert sun. a hunger would rupture through the laws of space and motion, and my hands: desperate, deprived creatures, would only grasp tighter, suffocating whatever hole barricaded my touch from yours. no one ever held me the way you did.
we were powerful,
lusty, melancholy, and heartbreaking.
all the destructive, beautiful
threads of a poem.
some tune of you
envelopes me like black and white scarves
ricocheting the heat of china doll breath
back to me
I see you as a frosty, platinum moon
through the ink-gnarled, tree branches
every part of you lingers
a ghost haunting the window seat
gazing out at the street:
glistening in a haze of holiday lights
and racing, adolescent cars
I could never have you. " -
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nah it's fine. I dig honesty so thank you for that.
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thats a very powerful trait to hold.
accepting honesty.
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WOW!!
This is beautiful. I dont even know what to say. I wish you the best of luck!!!
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'my ribcage pulsing into your chest, spine arched, our hipbones colliding like a smash of delicate flurries and desert sun.'
i love anatomy, and this was just fucking excellent.
this whole thing is heart breaking and powerful and just made me feel something i just can't explain. your writing is improving, it's dark and it's like being on a roller coaster everything just happens so quickly. I'm bookmarking this, so I can read it again and again, like i've done already
ily <333333
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Houston is a mess... I'm afraid to go back after what the hurricane did to it. It would be like seeing an old friend who's fallen apart. Anyway...
It's perfectly melancholy, it doesn't mourn but regrets, which I thought was appropriate. I appreciated the degree of detail you used that makes her a person and not an ambiguous other. I often sit and wonder these things about people, since I know that I won't be around forever. These thoughts usually frighten me, but I liked yours.
I hope Houston is good to you.
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I didn't see the parts of Houston that got hit real bad. I was in the city while I was there but while driving there and back we saw places that were in ruin but being slowly fixed.
My friend's older sister who got married recently said her husband's parents have a house in Galveston. There house wasn't hit too bad compared to other houses, there was just a lot of water damage and a giant hole in the roof.
Thanks for the comment.
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i hate missing people and things...
it tears you apart...
and you feel all alone...
gah awsome poem i loved the first 3-4 stanzas the most
beautyful poem yes.
its starting to get really cold up here.. Canada wadya expect lol.
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This ripped me heart apart and sang into the Grand Canyon hollows that echo through me. I felt the ghosts of tears well up but my inability to cry kept them from blending into the cascading sorrows of your words.
Damn babe
Your soul is so colorful you could paint rainbows through any word
Just
Amazing
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I cried.
I sat here and cried.
not like bawling,
but tears just dripping down.
I hope everything goes well in Houston.
Love you lots.
Be safe.
♥
-Mary
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I love you sweetie, so so fucking much
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