I am

I am

I am...

I am the air that you breathe

I am the feel of your lungs, expanding with ease

I'm the sleep stuck to your eyes in the morning

No matter where you are now, I'm the end of your story

I am the distance, closing the gap

The sweet hum of dreams calling you back

the place just between asleeep and awake

I am mid morning, twilight, and daybreak.

I'm the ghost of an itch on the back of your neck

the sweestest thought that you've kept in your head

the marrow of bones

the prayer for the dead.

I am the wind when it moves through the trees

I am the sweetest hit of your weed

and the feel of your brain when it turns fuzzy

I am all of the ways you wouldn't love me

I am the walls of you room

The floor beneath your feet

I am the rumble of thunder

and the hottest summer heat

I am the waves as they fall onto the beach

the rocks that are sand

and will be dust

that is what I am

I am the prolouge, the middle the end

I am the words on the page and the ink in the pen

I am the very fabric of your rhyming

you can't feel me? you're not trying.

I am the words as they fall from your lips

I'm the shape of your fingers in their pre-dreaming grip,

i'm the space you occupy when you disappear

the road that you drive

the sky in the rear view mirror

I am escape

a way out of town

I am the girl who is still hanging around

but I am

I am

I am and I'm aware.

We collide
as the world collapses
No more life and no more death
No more joy and no more sorrow
Just...
breath on my cheeck
fingers grasping my waist
As the frame crashes down around us

I can only see your opaque eyes
Haven't seen the sunlight -
In three whole weeks.

Been falling asleep at the break of dawn,
after all the snow has brought upon
The numbing of our mouths and minds,
While the breezes whisper sweet malign.

Bare the burden in omniscient sweat,
The details lie in the regret.
Because if it was winter forever
I'd go skiing in September.

But those sheets are stained red,
and our memories burn the bed -
I guess we'll always have Vermont.

I'd lay around in my fur coat,
Speaking only sixteenth notes.
Breathing in the shrouded haze
Over mirrors we've both grazed.

Find you always at my side
but something in us both has died,
and I can't help but miss the sunrise.

Blinded by the moons disguise
and building a life on paltry lies.
So I ended what I could not possess,
stopped being the damsel in distress.

Left behind an illusory life,
I'd all but butchered with a knife -
I guess we'll always have Vermont.

Hello,

Can anybody tell me why a single column of words comes out as a regular paragraph when I post them – or why a centered poem comes out crooked. What am I missing in the formatting of poems here? Any help is appreciated!

Than you!

Hello,

Can anybody tell me why a single column of words comes out as a regular paragraph when I post them – or why a centered poem comes out crooked. What am I missing in the formatting of poems here? Any help is appreciated!

Than you!

Please don't hold back. Really, really pick it apart.

Contains homosexual themes.

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It felt necessary that you should attend. It’s all that anyone’s been talking about for weeks but something about tonight begs for you to remain at home.

Frantic music forces its way out of the house, infesting the summer air. A waif of a girl hurtles out the door, pushing her way past you. She collapses on all fours and her body convulses as she soils the pristine lawn. The acrid smell of her vomit compels you to enter the party. You can’t even take one last breath to steel yourself.

The house is crammed full of people, most of them strangers. Hung from the ceiling, fairy lights, illuminating tear-stained faces and dilated pupils red, green, yellow.

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I imagine she'd taste sweet
Like strawberries
Or cinnamon
And chocolate..

And her touch..
Soft hands
Intense gaze
Tantalizingly slow kisses..

I know she doesn't realise
Just how in love
With her
I am..

But If You Wait Around A While I'll Make You Fall For Me.


(Title/Subject and Last Line by Anberlin ^_^)

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Cinderella, She Seems So Easy

We danced as if no one existed and,
for a moment, no one did;
just you and me
and my two left feet
that tred on your toes all night long.
You laughed
and whispered "I'm fine" and I could not help
but wonder how many other feet had
stepped where I did, but your fingers pressed tighter
against the back of my neck and the thought passed
as we spun like tops with no real rhythm.
I tell you "it's close to midnight" and your steps start to falter
until you are letting go, moving towards the door
away from me.
I'm still dancing;
still left, right, left, left and you are walking
backwards to the base of the stairs,
turning at the first chime of the clock,
rushing for the door.

You left your glass slipper and took my beating heart.
I was just wondering if I could see you again.

One more sip
One more dip
One more trip
Just a little bit of lip
And I'm gone again

Once more Once more
And I'm gone again

One more flip
A taste of those nips
and a little lick of the whip
I can't take it
And I'm gone again

Once more Once more
I'm gone again

One more mix
One more fix
Ain't none of your trix
or I'm gone again
ya, I'm gone again