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“I’m too exhausted to explain my soul to someone again.”
— T. // ten word story #38 (via logicaldreamer)
While I’m alone and
Watching the empty dance floor
Sinking in the cold of
Empty conversations
I think of you and how
The only think I want right now
Is your hand on mine
And near me your warm
I can’t even begin to explain
The loneliness I can feel deep in my bones
In a room full of people
When I want to be
In a room full of you
Kiss Her Lightly
If I could,
I would kiss her lightly on the lips,
and then again on one of her perfect cheeks,
and back on her mouth,
but not lightly this time.
Holding her against me,
she would be so close.
So, so close.
And her lips would be right there,
as they always are,
but this time they would be on mine.
Me on tiptoes,
because she’s so tall.
Our hands clasped together,
I squeeze them,
as if to say “I love you.”
Then I bring them to my lips,
and lightly place a kiss on both.
She squeezes back and smiles.
My hands are in her hair,
it’s so long and soft and so, so pretty.
She’s so pretty and beautiful.
She turns to look at me with a smile,
and I smile back,
and I never have to hide those hearts in my eyes again.
A small kiss.
Let us make constellations from them, my love.
I call her “love”
and “darling”
and “sweetheart.”
This time not under my breath,
this time she can hear my loving words.
She smiles in response,
smiles with her heart.
I smile back,
and I love her with my own.
She’s beautiful.
And she would be kissed by my own lips,
if only they could be brought up to hers.
If only I could do that.

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What remained of me, my sanity, now swallowed by earth; arms stretched out to the sky to sink faster; at times I must visit this graveyard where every tomb bears my name, yet it is not to write an epitaph, but to mourn all the flowers who have died in vain.
I’m always waiting.
For the weekend.
For the holidays.
For a new dawn.
They’ve all come and gone.
I’m still waiting…

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Untangling a thread of words from my heartstrings
But only the ones that sound pretty to pretentious human ears
Not the boring thoughts
About what I ate for breakfast
Or the repetitious anxious thoughts
That I will end up alone eventually
Not my fear or my heartbreak or
The mundanity of life’s routines
Not about how my parents didn’t love me enough
Or how the price of vanilla has gone up
For 20 minutes
Or the weather or the traffic
The time fillers that we love so much
Just my fake indulgent thoughts about flowers and soft skin and honey
I never even thought twice about honey until I met you
“I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.”
— Sylvia Plath, “Elm” from her second book of poetry, Ariel, published two years after her death.
Paula Gunn Allen, “He Na Tye Woman”
Herman Reinstein, from Poetry; “Infinitives,” originally published c. April 1924

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