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Tonight
Keri’s note: We all wish for this kind of love, don’t we?
Don’t let her sleep tonight.
Comfort her in a mess of comforters,
hold her tight with tangled legs and arms,
so close that the point where you end
and she begins, or ends and you begin again
is indecipherable.
Keep her warm and safe… and awake.
Use tonight as an opportunity to talk about
everything from who you thought you were
to who you want to be, or who she is to you
or about nothing having to do with either of you
at all.
Look forward to watching the sunrise.
It’s going to be a very long night, I know,
but keep her awake with promises of a beautiful dawn
and know that the sun peeking over the horizon
brings about the marathon runner’s second wind,
euphoric renewal.
Don’t let her sleep tonight.
Although tomorrow will render you exhausted,
be the warrior she needs to keep the monsters at bay
and help her fight the threatening loneliness of night,
because one more night alone with herself might be too much,
her end.
Brian’s Note: So simple and beautiful it hurts. And it does. Just like that missing piece in that pack of gum. This one really strikes a chord.
Idle fingers become
uncomfortable in the loneliness
they find on cold mornings,
in the absence of your hand
holding them,
keeping them warm,
as I walk to class;
the same route
that we used to walk together.
They wriggle their way,
like worms,
through ripped holes
in the satin lining of my pockets
when it rains
Keri’s note: This is so beautiful.
when it rains
i put a candle on my bedside and read love
letters to people who are buried inside the earth
and have flowers protruding through their
eye sockets
sometimes we would sit in my basement
and i would conjure a way to attach our
blood vessels together so our bodies would
be one with each other and now there
are x marks where i wanted you to be and
you’re not here and my dreams of how perfect
your body would be in the curve of my hands
are irrelevant
(via poetic-content)
From a poem I just wrote
Kevin’s Note: An excerpt…can’t wait for the whole piece then. This stands wonderfully on it’s own.
…. I keep the splinters in my heart fresh, its bleeding keeps me hypocriticaly focused on surviving. Lack of love makes way for hate. I curse the stars amound me. Fuck them for living so elequantly.
Moon rise, star lit night,
Chilly winds brush through the trees,
As I sleep alone.
Joy’s note: Just when you think no one is listening? Love this.
The Lingerer
Rachael’s Note: Dream like and wonderfully simple and beautiful.
The ghost of him remains
like perfume upon my pillow.
Sweet sleep
no longer attainable.
Rather, I shiver
in the terrible joy
of opalescent dreams.
as I sit here alone
Rachael’s Note: Brilliantly put, I can really relate to this on a personal level.
As I sit here alone I wonder
How I made it through the thunder;
How I made it through the storm
That made my heart severely torn
“Time heals all wounds,” some people say
“These pains will soon be yesterday.”
And they believe it, unaware
That loneliness time can’t repair.