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"Please stop."
She wrapped her bony arms
around his arms and chest
and hung on like barbed wire,
but his fingers kept on dancing
through the pain
"Please just stop."
In the melting night,
the smooth ebony wood and ivory
were turning into charcoal
beneath his fingertips
and not even the dripping sweat
running down his face
could put out the fire
"Stop."
The dissonance from the
broken keys and fluttering sheets
echoed through the smoke-filled air
lit with violent, crackling flames
as the girl went limp around his neck,
but he didn't care
He kept on playing,
though his lungs were beginning
to fill with ashes and soot
because the stars are
his oxygen
She wrapped her bony arms
around his arms and chest
and hung on like barbed wire,
but his fingers kept on dancing
through the pain
"Please just stop."
In the melting night,
the smooth ebony wood and ivory
were turning into charcoal
beneath his fingertips
and not even the dripping sweat
running down his face
could put out the fire
"Stop."
The dissonance from the
broken keys and fluttering sheets
echoed through the smoke-filled air
lit with violent, crackling flames
as the girl went limp around his neck,
but he didn't care
He kept on playing,
though his lungs were beginning
to fill with ashes and soot
because the stars are
his oxygen
Literature
Tonight
Bring me to life
With your touch.
Love me now,
Forget me later.
Set me on fire
With your lips,
Breathe heat
Into my soul.
At least for tonight,
Let me feel again.
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goddess
sky mother, i buried myself once.
i was not a seedling, just a cutting, but in the arms of
father earth, not sure where to go,
i faced the sun. do you want to meet him again? you can't see him
today, but he left shards of himself in me,
my love, you would like him.
He is forever, like the ocean, but while it's gentle, and warm, and bright.
i once dropped a basket of wildflowers onto his heart and he planted them there.
(and i hope he isn't like the others, i hope he doesn't let them drown.)
because, sometimes, i wish i weren't as delicate as those
forget-me-nots i braid into
my hair, i love too much and need even more.
my lips still tingle
Literature
back then,
i was a wildflower girl,
(battle the mountain,
savor the rain.)
but
2 am, this is when i miss you most, because
i,
i am not atlas,
i cannot carry the world
on my shoulders,
in the darkness,
in my shadows,
alone
so i will just tell myself
over
and over
and over
to hang onto
hope, because i have nothing left anymore, not even
the boy who tasted my name
like sucre on his lips, not even
the boy who knew
every inch of me
in the moonlight,
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Edit: I decided I liked the words better with the original italics, so I changed them back.
Also this was inspired by this picture: ezorenier.deviantart.com/art/m…
(I finally found it after looking for it forever)
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I can't think of many popular names in poetry that capture such complex emotions so... fluidly? Yes. As you.
Your voice is dynamite. I can't wait to read more of you in the future
Your voice is dynamite. I can't wait to read more of you in the future