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Wed Apr 12, 2017 7:05 pm
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Pompadour says...



aaah the images in poem #6 are absolutely delicious and i love how evocative your imagery is! i think #10 in particular is one of my favourites<3
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Thu Apr 13, 2017 12:34 pm
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@Pompadour thank you <3

poem #13

we had the right love at the wrong time

you were in the sky, drifting among thousands of
clouds. blue ink spread across
your skin and your eyes were the
stars at night. i was in love with
your movements.
i was in the sea with
the fishes and my skin was the color of
undying love for adventure, red mixed in with dark
blues. you can have your ordinary love; i want
to drown in passion and be ravished every night.


we could never be together because of how
unsure you were and how
your mind wandered down the mountain sides and through the empty
rivers of my heart.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)

You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
  





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Fri Apr 14, 2017 5:10 am
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poem #14

susan with her black hair tied neatly
with a yellow bow and her skipping was
annoying. it matched my heart beat when i see her and
i hate it. i didn't ask to be
the butterfly of her flower garden, matching the tattoo on her
left thigh and how she showed it off to all her friends. i didn't ask to
be there when it happened. she changed and i didn't.

susan with her horrible smile and
those dark, provocking black holes for eyes. i can't stand
how her voice is the melody that echos like the
voices in afterschool. i hate it. it rings, breaking through
the boundary of my past. i fear she'll know and
i don't want to hurt her.

susan with the graceful steps and
yellow dresses. the summer sun makes her glow;
an angel with a leather jacket. we dance through the
steps. two steps forwards, one back, repeat at the school dance.
it means nothing to me because--

susan with the black hair, flowing free
with no care. she spun in a circle and
stared at the sky. the earth felt dizzy and i fell
in love.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)

You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
  





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Sat Apr 15, 2017 6:57 am
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poem #15

Based off this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=heMTVlawFmM

we were young and stupid,
with a camera shutter flashing every moment and
glancing over our shoulders with hope to find that
paradise. we never find it until you were near me in the
dark. everyone else didn't like that and would
cut down the lined paper with hopes of breaking us
apart. you grabbed me by the hand and
we ran away from the pain of the present and
the future we held in our small hands, slipping between the
cracks of our skin and onto the pavement.

we wanted the best thing but you
changed and threw away the plastic toy
promise ring. i kept mine above my heart with
tears in my eyes. and hope lingered like a beast in a cage.
i pretend to see you as a shadow that
hangs on to me, gripping onto my reality and how sad
you tell me with snakes in your eyes, how sad
you didn't forget memories written in sharpie on the
bathroom mirror.

the cave of my heart still
floods with emotion every time i
see the moon pass because i am reminded of
how you are.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)

You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
  





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Sun Apr 16, 2017 6:37 pm
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poem #16

we all have stories we'll never tell,
honeysuckle twisting around your lungs and
spilling juices onto the cement. poison ivy on your
fingertips and running through your brain. if you bloom, you
should bloom with grace and the fear of no knowing what is
around you because you can't try to figure everything out at
once. the stories inside of us are the cacti of the desert;
their jabs hurting those who want to enter. our past is the dying
leaves in fall and the green grass in spring.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)

You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
  





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Mon Apr 17, 2017 4:55 pm
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poem #17

the most reliable way to predict the
future is to create it. naturally, people
twist the words and focus more on the predicting
and not on the future. the nostalgia with lies that
show how things were better than they seem, is
what we hope for. ideally we look towards the
future as a dying bird on a train track, broken down by
metal wheels and pelting rain with what chances would it
be alive.
our parents have told us countless times to
follow our hearts and persist through
troubling times. sometimes following your heart, i believe,
means losing your mind. with the future looming over
a clear cut image scribbled in sharpie, all you could ever do
is lose yourself in the lights and place your heart in some
undying stranger's hand.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)

You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
  





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Tue Apr 18, 2017 12:30 pm
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poem #18

stop planting flowers in
my heart when i see you because
after a while, they slowly rot away
as you drift along the water's current towards
a flower field where another person
lays awake and crying by the damage you have done.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)

You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
  





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Hannah says...



hope lingered like a beast in a cage


every time i / see the moon pass


yes, Steggy, this is exactly how i feel.
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are you a green room knight yet?
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poem #19

offer me something i cannot
find in myself. grow the flowers that
settle along my arms and crack my skull so you can see
into my love for you. break every bone in my body until you
have a perfect image. offer me something i cannot feel for myself;
give me a reason as to why to keep living in this downward spirl where
you are cutting deep into my heart and tearing along the lines of my heartstrings.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)

You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
  





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poem #20

we drink the wine from
small tea cups and broken pinkies pointed,
emotionally stable as
an ikea table. you fuss about the knots in your hair
and how they tickle your nose. bloodied brown eyes
stare down into the pitiful pool, broken hopes
fall down your face mixing in with the hard work you provide
for your family. cherries bloom across your cheeks when i mention how
my demons wanted to pick those cherries and string them
across a rope to my heart. your fingertips dipped into ink and
spread across my collarbone to create
stars that matched those in your eyes,
(wickedly charmed and there);
take a breather and look at the ceiling as
the broken tea cups spill their blood
onto the freshly clean white carpet.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)

You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
  





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poem #21

the yellow birds dance across the blue sky
and i watch them sing a song, where the notes flow
through my hair and cause my body to
twist and turn and-
i regret not listening to the radio during the long summer
nights because with every song i hear,
there is a ping of regret that settles and spreads
through my bones and its clatters like rain against the
screen door.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)

You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
  





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poem #22

the ants would be jealous over something like this and shelter in the cracks of the rooms, discussing their renovations and dinner plans.
it breaks through the clouds and touches the stars, the point
breaking through the anxiety shell of earth. we hardly see these
as dangers while birds fall to their deaths and swoon over the bread crumbs
hanging carefully by strings on the edge. it sways and scraps across the sky, creating broken lines of white and the sun hides behind a gleaming grey shield for a moment before appearing again.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)

You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
  





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poem #23

no matter how hard
how long you commit
to eradicating it from this world
blasting it out of existence

you cannot kill time
it sits there laughing at your tries
watches as you confront it with lies
idly patient waiting for your demise
cause time is forever, whereas we simply are not.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)

You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
  





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poem #24

what does the moonlight sound like? you asked under
the forbidding sky. the stars were your eyes and the wind was your hair
but i was the songbird who sat in between your arms and listened
to your heartbeat. it was a melody that
strung throughout until morning, where the sun kissed the moon goodnight.
it sounds like home, i replied and i want to share the darkness
with you
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)

You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
  





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poem #25

one of the keys to
happiness is a bad memory and
you were the memories that seeped through the
fabric of my heart, staining my skin. breaking my bones and
seeing through my heart, shining a flashlight through the fibers of it.
you held the key above my head like
a toy for you to enjoy.
i have so much of you
in my heart and i don't want you to go
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)

You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
  








If I seem to wander, if I seem to stray, remember that true stories seldom take the straightest way.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind