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april, come he will
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you were flung into last summer in a blinding collision of galaxies and stopwatches. the blades of grass still tremble with anticipation when they remember your bare feet. curtains of incense and fuchsia blossoms obscured us from the eyes of the condescending while we spun and swirled in a whirlwind of innocence.
sometimes you don't have to remember the color of someone's eyes to know that you want to be sucked into them.
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may, he will stay
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we loved and we laughed under amaranthine skies. and when the clouds engaged in their cosmic dances, you cupped my face in your hands and whispered promises about stopping time and changing the shape of the sunrise.
all the lightning in the world couldn't have stopped us from weaving ourselves into each others dreams.
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june, he'll change his tune
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"what does it feel like to love someone?"
"loving feels like supernovae and explosions and having lungs that are too small to breathe in all the air you need. it feels like skin and ashes and eyes and malachite lawns. loving someone is like knowing there's nothing more you need to live for. It's like drowning in ecstasy."
"do you want to love me?"
"baby, if you drown in ecstasy,
you still drown."
supernovae look so beautiful.
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july, he will fly
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rain hangs leaves with tears because i don't have enough inside of me to do it myself. the earth is not big enough for my sadness. the record player you gave me plays the same haunting melodies over and over, and i don't have the heart to turn it off. i feel like if i stop crying, the heavens would come crashing down to the ground and stamp out everything that was brave enough to venture outside in the sun.
my lungs feel too small to breathe in all the air I need.
i know why you're gone.
loving is asphyxiation.
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august, die he must
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you woke up tomorrow with a rainbow round your neck. i always knew it would be the color that got to you before the memories of me did. memories that seem to dangle from ripped up linen and fragments of glass.
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september, i'll remember
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i'm drowning.
and it sure as hell isn't in ecstasy.
april, come he will
--
you were flung into last summer in a blinding collision of galaxies and stopwatches. the blades of grass still tremble with anticipation when they remember your bare feet. curtains of incense and fuchsia blossoms obscured us from the eyes of the condescending while we spun and swirled in a whirlwind of innocence.
sometimes you don't have to remember the color of someone's eyes to know that you want to be sucked into them.
--
may, he will stay
--
we loved and we laughed under amaranthine skies. and when the clouds engaged in their cosmic dances, you cupped my face in your hands and whispered promises about stopping time and changing the shape of the sunrise.
all the lightning in the world couldn't have stopped us from weaving ourselves into each others dreams.
--
june, he'll change his tune
--
"what does it feel like to love someone?"
"loving feels like supernovae and explosions and having lungs that are too small to breathe in all the air you need. it feels like skin and ashes and eyes and malachite lawns. loving someone is like knowing there's nothing more you need to live for. It's like drowning in ecstasy."
"do you want to love me?"
"baby, if you drown in ecstasy,
you still drown."
supernovae look so beautiful.
--
july, he will fly
--
rain hangs leaves with tears because i don't have enough inside of me to do it myself. the earth is not big enough for my sadness. the record player you gave me plays the same haunting melodies over and over, and i don't have the heart to turn it off. i feel like if i stop crying, the heavens would come crashing down to the ground and stamp out everything that was brave enough to venture outside in the sun.
my lungs feel too small to breathe in all the air I need.
i know why you're gone.
loving is asphyxiation.
--
august, die he must
--
you woke up tomorrow with a rainbow round your neck. i always knew it would be the color that got to you before the memories of me did. memories that seem to dangle from ripped up linen and fragments of glass.
--
september, i'll remember
--
i'm drowning.
and it sure as hell isn't in ecstasy.
Author notes
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"April, Come She Will" - Simon & Garfunkel
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Comments
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Wow
Beautiful

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incredibale poem, but you had already entered it in so many contests I have to remove it sorry
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This poem is incredible! I loved everything about it, from the way it was set up and worded to the meaning and exactly what the words said. This poem was amazing!
Thank you for entering my contest
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wow. wonderful write.


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I absolutely love this, it's so sad. It's written very well.
'you woke up tomorrow with a rainbow round your neck. i always knew it would be the color that got to you before the memories of me did'
that was my favorite line, this is just beautiful.
thanks for entering and good luck. -
"rain hangs leaves with tears because I don't have enough inside of me to do it myself. the earth is not big enough for my sadness."
I pretty much can't say anything else that your other comments haven't already mentioned.
I guess I'll tell you this took my breath away and there are so many things I could tell you
are beautiful and sad. You are definitely a great writer. Good luck.
-e m i l y

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That's amazing- I'd love for you to enter a second into this if you haven't already, I may be favoriting you soon.
I love this. It's gorgeaous. Some parts are a bit cliche though like the part about drowning in ectasy. -
wowwww, this blew me away <3
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This is truely astonishing and beautiful. I love this poem, it is original and a beautiful idea.
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wow, I loved those little pieces of rhyme in the italics, that was soo amazing. june was probably my favourite part. I loved all the imagery you had here. this is amazing. I don't even know what else to say.
goodluck and thanks for entering
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wow.
i really liked this
thanks so much for entering.
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A-freaking-mazing!! It's already won two gold's so well hmm..I think it's really good and I thinks it's really sweet and nice and full of spice and romance. Love it
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wow.wow.wow.wow.wow,
this is just beautiful, beautiful and heartbreaking.
it's difficult, really difficult to choose a favourite bit, but i think it's
"you woke up tomorrow with a rainbow round your neck. i always knew it would be the color that got to you before the memories of me did. memories that seem to dangle from ripped up linen and fragments of glass."
it's so delightfully, hgjkdfshguiohgaioer,
there is no single word to describe it =]

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This is amazing. I love love love it. I love how poetic this piece is and I adore the way you write. You have so much talent. This is so full of emotion that I can really feel.
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Thank you
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Congratulations on a well earned win, HighwayTraveler! Absolutely wonderful, creative write!


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OH MY MY!!!!!! A truly excellent a very eloquant time line of the heart you have penned. Brilliant metaphor and excellent emotional imagery!!!
Sensational!!! Thank you so much for entering my contest.
Delila

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sometimes you don't have to remember the color of someone's eyes to know that you want to be sucked into them.
i LOVE that. that's amazing. wow.
my lungs feel to small to breathe in all the air i need.
the first 'to' should be 'too'.
there are so many brilliant lines in this. i can't even count them all to post them. and i love how the ending is angrier than the whole poem.
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june, he'll change his tune
- being a june baby... what does it feel like to love, well i will tell you - it feels like sick on your favourite blouse/shirt, but scented with ambrosia. it feels like a kick in the teeth as well as a peck on the heart. it feels like crap and high at the same time


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