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Mon Mar 20, 2017 2:13 am
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bluewaterlily says...



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"She found herself and somehow, that was everything."
Last edited by bluewaterlily on Tue Apr 04, 2017 8:42 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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"I might only have one match, but I can make an explosion."


To be a hyperbole

All my life I have been a ray of light
aspiring to be the sun,
a flame trying to be an explosion
a firecracker display of color
to illuminate others’ starless skies
with a presence too large to miss

because I fear an atrophic legacy
or the life of a wraith
condemned to invisibility

{I am a hyperbole
an exaggerated caricature
rendering trying to expand myself
so others will notice}

a neon sign glaring
on thecorner of rundown
Main Street in the
middle of nowhere
in the dead of night


I was born with
a phoenix heart
burning
and burning
and burning
itself into ashes

but every day at
dawn my heart sprouts
wings of fire
and keeps burning
down all the trees
others have planted

i hold nothing back
and I am aware I am
a fading star,
just a supernova eager to burn
and one day all the light
I’ve tried to generate
for others to look
at will fizzle out

i will no longer dazzle
the light will dim,
the way the jealous moon
bleeds the fire out of
the sunset

this phoenix heart might beat
too fast and hardfor others,
burn too bright
who shrink away from the flame,

but I will never stop creating wildfires
for others, burning down forests
only for lush new life to emerge

when the last speck of gunpowder remains
i will make an explosion to
rock the universe
and even when
I burn down to the bottom
of the candlestick,
I’d rather be a hyperbole
than another understatement

1/30
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Sat Apr 01, 2017 6:36 pm
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Audy says...



Ahhh, gorgeous lines in here. I felt my heart surge in the "but I will never stop creating wildfires for others", it's so satisfyingly triumphant. Beautiful!
  





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Thanks so much, Audy. That really means a lot. This was such an emotional poem and I hope that it made sense. When I was writing it it took an unexpected turn. I wanted the premise of the poem to be about being a hyperbole, almost over-exaggerating our identity around others so they will just see you, almost like you're trying to overcompensate for being invisible. I hope the message of the poem was clear, and sorry for all the typos that I have to fix (it was 2 am). But again, thanks for reading and finding meaning in my sleep-deprived poetry.
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Inosculation
Definition:
1. A naturally occurring phenomenon in which the roots, trunks, or branches of trees merge.

My memory spans the length of our roots
that are woven together into a tapestry
that recites the tale of two conjoined hearts
intertwined around the same set of heartstrings
and beating to the same song.

But sometimes growing
means growing apart
and there is only
so much room
for our roots to sprawl

lately we are in a competition
snatching the last bits of sunlight
our branches now diverging
to different patches
of a fading sky

but we are tightly woven
eternally inevitably interlaced
and even when the flood waters
submerge us and Zeus's lightning
splits the sky and cleaves us
asunder,

our roots will anchor us
to a common foundation.

2/30
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Mon Apr 03, 2017 4:08 am
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Aley says...



I love the sentiment of your poem Inosculation! I like that you had the definition in the poem too, or as a pre-note really because it added a lot to the poem to know what that word meant.

All in all, I love the structure, the punctuation, and how you took us through the process of diverging and coming back together again.
  





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Thanks so much Aley!
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All of the Above.



Spoiler! :

Name
Date:
Subject: Life
Test: Self-Esteem

Directions: Choose the best answer to complete the following statement.

I ____________ myself.

a) fear
b) loathe
c) don't understand
d) question
e) all of the above
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Tue Apr 04, 2017 6:39 am
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Wow these are good! I especially liked Inosculation. I'd never heard that word before.

"All of the Above" makes me think of "Gone Girl". I just read the book recently (if you've seen the movie, the overall plot is the same but there's definitely more room to get into the MC's heads) and Amy used to write personality quizzes so they pop up in the book. But aside from that connection, it's just so much truth.
"You do ill if you praise, but worse if you censure, what you do not understand." Leonardo Da Vinci

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Aww, thanks so much @niteowl! I really appreciate you taking the time to read and comment. And it might surprise you but I still haven't read Gone Girl yet. That was completely coincidental.
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We're moving at the speed of light,
but I won't bother to pull the emergency brakes
even as we collide
metal on metal.

4/30
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Kaleidoscopic Blurs

hold me in your hand,
unwind me
spin me dizzy
let me cut a path
across the floor of your palm.

watch me orbit around you
like a solar system
moving around the sun
and even as I whirl,

your gravity holds me
captive in this chain of orbit.
you laugh as I perform for you,
spinning circle after circle,
like a girl twirling on the ballroom floor
for an audience of bachelors,

even when my heart wobbles in my chest
I will continue to spin
and spin
and spin,
listening to your delight
as you spin web after web of laughter for my ears
ready cocoon me in your game of spider and fly

but even when I exhaust
all the force keeping me
in rotation, the world will tilt
and the skies will spin
in a kaleidoscopic blur

the dizzy hangover
will feel almost as good
as being yours
even if it was only for the show
and the curtain has fallen.

5/30
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The Story of Peter Pan and Wendy

I pretended to be asleep
when I heard the groan of the bed
and felt the weight on your side lift
from your side to shift to my heart
and I heard it groan, buckling like
knees of Atlas as he tried to hold
the weight of the world

{I didn’t see the hairline fractures
in my spine until I looked
in the mirror the next morning}

you left in the dead of night
when my breath was frozen
in my chest, lodged in my throat
like the bite of Snow White’s
poisoned apple that made
it so I couldn't regurgitate
the one word that would've
compelled you to me

{stay}

I had made the mistake
of leaving the door ajar
when I climbed into bed
and spilling under the crevices
was the moonlight from the window
a map that guided me to the screendoor,
your portal to Neverland.

My eyes were ajar
like that door but I kept
my back to you as you
rose to leave without
a single kiss

Your ghost steps padded
down the stairs and you
closed the screen door
quietly
but loud enough t
make this whole house
shudder as if it was the
Liberty Bell when rang for
the first time,
cleaving my bones with cracks


I laid their like a corpse
too listless to move
and sleep eventually claimed me
even when you wouldn’t.

The word {stay} faded
into the static whitenoise
of my head, still list ening
to the dropped signal
of your invisible trail


6/30
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Anubis


you disappeared,
a magic act
of dissipating into
smoke and mirrors
but no one saw you
all I know I woke up

and you were gone
so was my heart

under the starless sky
veiled in the cloak
of nighttime,you
had carefully
exhumed from
the desecrated cemetery
of my ribs
the mummified heart
that you had embalmed
not too long ago

you had wrapped it in bandages
for healing, you told me
but I should've known
they were a burial shroud
the cloth you waved around
to perform your magic tricks

but you didn't have to steal
what was already yours,
what I had left on the altar
as an offering to you

7/30
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Cotton Stuffer

there’s a war going on outside
and the world is on fire
i don’t dare venture beyond
this window seat, a pane of
glass the only divider between
the shrapnel words they hurl
that explodes in my backyard

i stuffed my ears with cotton
Mama told me it would help
but it doesn’t drown out the
sounds, only muffles

i stuffed my ears with cotton
but it doesn’t shield me
from the shards of shrapnel
that embed themselves into
my skin

i dabbed at the gashes with cotton
it slowed the bleeding but it
didn’t stop the infection from
Seepin into my tissue
and festering

i stuffed my ears with more cotton
but it didn’t quiet the civil war
of words erupting in my skull

i stuffed my ears with cotton
until I couldn’t hear the ticking
of the bomb of my own heart

8/30
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