Poems #47-51: Sincere Apologies!

Fireflies

1.
If I could meet your eyes,
I'd tell you
about the lightning bugs,
and how I forgot them.

2.
If I could remember your name,
I'd sing about the thunderstorms
and shelter.

3.
If I had one wish,
I'd waste it.

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Stopwatch

I'll pretend for a moment
that the world spins for me,
that time and space mean nothing
and that I am certain.

Please don't ask advice
you can't receive
from me.

I'd stop the world
And breathe
The air
from space

Just to know for sure
that what I do
is mine.

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Reflection

Show me a girl who writes poetry
Whose love notes are whispers
That tumble to ash.
Who like walking barefoot
and loves rain for dancing,
but not the pounding,
incessant dark wet.
Show me the girl who gives tattoos
like kisses, who loves to use color,
Who swings from the heartstrings
Who loves apple picking,
and cherry-tree climbing
and drawing you pictures,
and painting eyelashes-
Show me this girl who loves the mirror
but doesn't know herself; she is
the dancing in the wildflowers
trapped beneath a parking lot
waiting for the sun.
Show me this girl,
hand me the mirror,
I'll turn it back to you,
you can't see the colors unless
You open those eyes.

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The Search

What do you do,
When you’re sixteen,
and they find you?

The mail pours into your home
Like floodwater,
Smooth pamphlets that sing
Of future security and success,
All the while lying to you
With their picturesque tongues.

What if you, unlike them,
Do not have a plan?

What if all you want is to be,
To decide later and live now,
To burn the slick pamphlets,
Rip up the booklets, and finally
Hear the trees?

What do you do,
When you’re seventeen,
And it’s one year closer?

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Lillywrite

A little man
makes a little time
to try again.

The letters shake
his hand the cobwebs
holding his mind together.

Dear, he writes,
save me from myself.

Save me from becoming
what you are.

Letter 473 mailed in a box
in his attic,
carried by angels
to a god's sacred brothel,
she plucks it with pale palms
the fingers like lilies
she reads-

Dear, save me from myself.

And the little man
has little time
to lie in the snow
and wonder,
surrounded by those beautiful
pale,
waiflike
letters
like tombs.


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I KNOW I MISSED 5 DAYS!
but here are 5 *NEW* poems

Poems #45 and 46: Solar Systems and Melancholy (Plus a very long apology)

Solar Systems

Be
Mine.
My solar system,
Because your face in photographs
Is like staring at the sun,
Because you are
A
Star.

And because no one
Cares
About profanity, no one
Cares
About sexuality,
Or at least-
You have to pretend not,
Have a witty response, like-
Supernova with me.

Like enter my black hole,
Lightspeed read me,
Try and
Touch my
Ultraviolet rays

Or write me more poetry
To stargaze.

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Melancholy

I promise:
That when the roof falls in on your head,
I will be there to hold your hand
Even if you died in the crash
And I’m comforting your ghost
Through a divide in time.

I know I said:
That raindrops tasted of summer grass,
And lamplight made you beautiful
That blue felt like the wind’s soft kiss
That I was nothing special
But I forgot the truth

I wanted to tell you:
That even in the dark, there is light
Reflected from your eyes, and even
If you jumped the ship, I would be
Standing in the wake, and even
Though you’re gone away-

I wanted to whisper:
That love feels like sandpaper and pebbles,
And both will wear you away
But they can’t erase you because
Only you have that power
And I hope to god you forget


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Oh my.

So I seem to keep forgetting days, which makes me feel like a slacker in so many ways since I am mostly just copying and pasting old work, not even being original. Most of the time I don't even have a good excuse. It's probably a good thing that this is most likely unread internet trash, since if I did have followers, they would be ticked off and most likely trolls and spambots.

Anyways. If you are an honest actual person and stumble across this, know that as penance for my forgetfulness, I have posted two poems that I promised myself I wouldn't, mostly because I think they're dishonest, oddly personal, and at the same time impersonal and cliche. Enjoy.