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I watch,
I touch,
and I understand.
I taste stress in your sweat,
tension stretched on the surface,
so visible
in the landscape of your
back.
I feel
knots in your muscles,
like pearls under
satin.
I'll untie the ropes
and kiss the blank
red ribbons
of your broad brow
and I'll write
you letters
on my chest,
things like silver lies
and soft secrets,
and wires of frigid truth
because the truth is
my very
skin
demands you.
so kiss me back,
strike a pose,
be a body
and let our bodies
juxtapose like slow jazz
and your fragile ears.
take a deep breath
of me and
exhale yourself
as you tell your
aching body
that I miss it too
I touch,
and I understand.
I taste stress in your sweat,
tension stretched on the surface,
so visible
in the landscape of your
back.
I feel
knots in your muscles,
like pearls under
satin.
I'll untie the ropes
and kiss the blank
red ribbons
of your broad brow
and I'll write
you letters
on my chest,
things like silver lies
and soft secrets,
and wires of frigid truth
because the truth is
my very
skin
demands you.
so kiss me back,
strike a pose,
be a body
and let our bodies
juxtapose like slow jazz
and your fragile ears.
take a deep breath
of me and
exhale yourself
as you tell your
aching body
that I miss it too
Literature
Lullaby
"I've been waiting my entire life to tell you that I'm dying and I figured I'd finally get it over with.
So here I am, carving forgive me
into my teeth, so every time that I speak
I can still say that I'm sorry.
More years have passed in the last than I care to remember
but I could never forget:
In eighth grade my chorus teacher always told me,
'Michael, you'll never be good enough.'
and it always excited me. It reminded me of my mother.
On the last day of school she smiled,
her teeth jagged like a train wreck,
she didn't say a word,
but I knew exactly what she meant.
In high school I fell in love with a roadside bomb waiting to be deton
Literature
Golden
Catch you when you fall
Pick you up and stand you tall
Stroke your face down to your chin
Turn that frown into a grin
Wipe away those cruel tears
Fight back against your fears
Hold you to me and claim that right
Turn you away from the dark and into the light
An embrace to sniffle into, a shoulder to cry on
Here's the pair of shoes you never got to try on
Step into them and stay out of the seamy side of life
Away from the trouble, free of the strife
Just turn to me and cry
Turn away from depression and defy
When it all seems too much and you seem too little
When all your dreams become too brittle
I'm here, whether you want me or not
Never go
Literature
Constructive Criticism
"Tell me what you think."
"Of the poem?"
"No, of my face. Yes, the poem."
"I was going to say, because your face is just stupid."
"Very funny. Read."
"..."
"What did you think?"
"Why did you write this?"
"I wrote it for you."
"For me?"
"Yes."
"You make me self conscious when you say things like that."
"I know."
"I'm not worth this you know."
"What does that mean?"
"I am half a girl, and I deserve half a poem."
"That is not true, and you still haven't told me what you really thought about it."
"It's as broken and complex and half hearted as a sad song about the way you feel ink trail between your fingers like it's blood. There
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EDIT: I changed alot of words and phrases throughout it to make it flow better.
what is your take on the overall meaning of the piece?
did the piece flow well?
is the word choice good or bad?
EDIT: I changed alot of words and phrases throughout it to make it flow better.
what is your take on the overall meaning of the piece?
did the piece flow well?
is the word choice good or bad?
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I love this poem, so much, it flows so nicely and I just can't read it enough, ah