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Tag: writing
Contrasting Eyes
He looked down at himself
and saw adequacy.
She looked at him
and saw brilliance
-her heart skipped a beat.
who would?
wake up, make pancakes
test food for poison… wait, what?
you’re not important
The last I saw of you
The last I saw of you
You sunbathed
faulty in your golden tuxedo
bow tie fastened around your neck
black ink run like a tattoo against fresh skin
You were trading accents with the neighbours
strange dialects rolling over swollen tongues
masking falsehoods
and giving rise to pretty lies
You discerned so many sounds
strutted through the dense infallible fog
molding memories into unfamiliar shapes
burying truths beneath layers of discrepancy
so that no one could be bothered to tell
which is which
Tell me
How is it that you carry on
so elusive of sense and reason
yet so sure of your purpose?
cleanse
cleanse the day’s foils
heat cascading over skin
an evening shower
follow the heart
They told her to follow her heart
and so she did.
It led her over a cliff.
attention please
add spice to substantiate mediocrity
garnering attention by
waving my hands around
and sitting on your lap
making a spectacle of myself
insinuating that you are not
paying me undivided heed
wanting to be your addiction
so that you might
find
not an annoying creature
to dissuade you from your
mindless games
but rather
a reachable unreachable
the kind that makes your heart
race faster faster faster
needing me like crimson water
once perhaps, but no longer
now
really
I just need you
to immerse yourself in me
to lay the stones in front of my feet
so that I might know where to step
blindfolding myself
tied delicately
wrapped like tinted goggles
woven into my hair
and I cling to you dramatically
humming satisfaction
without your help
I’d just sit here blind
stay still
and die without even knowing it
she was a memory
she stands when you ask her to sit
she obeys the law during the day
and breaks it at night
she walks boldly into dark alleys
and comes out the other side unscathed
she is a super hero
in pedestrian clothing
she lights up rooms with bright scarves
feigning frivolity with floral prints
she is a damsel in (distress)
tiny and fearful in a summer dress
she thrives as contradiction
you met her once
but she wrapped up the memory in
purple paper, and topped it
with exotic flowers
you want to unwrap it
you’re dying to remember
what she looked like, aching
for her intoxicating scent
to ignite you
but the memory-
she just wrapped it up too nice
so instead it remains hazy
you just
leave it be and
admire its beautiful package
Fresh air
years passed somberly
discovering something new
breathe air through fresh lungs
nearly done
semester near done
motivation in decline
hurry up, summer.
Some call it red 