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don’tlookdown
don’t look down
don’t
look
down.
She’s hiding her heart behind the fortress walls
of her tightly compressed skin stretched over
her love starved skeleton; she’s begging for redemption.
She lives on leftover wishes that have been thrown
away and rejected by shallow girls who have it all.
don’tbreaknow
don’t break now
don’t
break
now.
She’s breaking pencils and tossing the crumpled up
sketches of him into her waste basket with all of her
out of date hopes and rotting sweet dreams. They always
turned into nightmares anyway. Now she’s just hiding
her thoughts behind the knowledge that life isn’t fair.
don’tlovehim
don’t love him
don’t
love
him.
She knows that she can never have what she’s always
wanted which is a new pair of lungs so she can breathe
when he looks her way… But she’s beginning to realize
that people can look right through you and that means
she’s transparent again, waiting for substance to find her.
don’tlookup
don’t look up
don’t
look
up.
She knows that looking up is no better than looking down
because the concrete she’s standing on reminds her of his
stone cold eyes and the heavy heart she carries around in
her constricted chest. And looking up into clouds that don’t
have a care in the world makes her feel insignificant and lost.
don’tsayaword
don’t say a word
don’t
say
a
word.
She’s lost in the invisible patterns on her ceiling and counting
the days until she can count more days. She’s burning memories
and watching her silent heart go up in smoke tendrils, vanishing
in to the Milky Way’s laughing face. She can’t figure out why the
world gets to spin in circles while she stands perfectly still.
don’thavedreams.
don’t have dreams.
don’t
ever
have
dreams.
don’t look down
don’t
look
down.
She’s hiding her heart behind the fortress walls
of her tightly compressed skin stretched over
her love starved skeleton; she’s begging for redemption.
She lives on leftover wishes that have been thrown
away and rejected by shallow girls who have it all.
don’tbreaknow
don’t break now
don’t
break
now.
She’s breaking pencils and tossing the crumpled up
sketches of him into her waste basket with all of her
out of date hopes and rotting sweet dreams. They always
turned into nightmares anyway. Now she’s just hiding
her thoughts behind the knowledge that life isn’t fair.
don’tlovehim
don’t love him
don’t
love
him.
She knows that she can never have what she’s always
wanted which is a new pair of lungs so she can breathe
when he looks her way… But she’s beginning to realize
that people can look right through you and that means
she’s transparent again, waiting for substance to find her.
don’tlookup
don’t look up
don’t
look
up.
She knows that looking up is no better than looking down
because the concrete she’s standing on reminds her of his
stone cold eyes and the heavy heart she carries around in
her constricted chest. And looking up into clouds that don’t
have a care in the world makes her feel insignificant and lost.
don’tsayaword
don’t say a word
don’t
say
a
word.
She’s lost in the invisible patterns on her ceiling and counting
the days until she can count more days. She’s burning memories
and watching her silent heart go up in smoke tendrils, vanishing
in to the Milky Way’s laughing face. She can’t figure out why the
world gets to spin in circles while she stands perfectly still.
don’thavedreams.
don’t have dreams.
don’t
ever
have
dreams.
Literature
the things we'll never say.
1.
snakes crawl out of my mouth,
hands like sleep waiting silently
for me to give into them.
i toss words like rocks
across my tongue, skipping
across the lake, and we reach,
hands outstretched, for the sun
but it's a shame it's all empty.
2.
listen, if you loved me, you
wouldn't try to fix me.
if you loved me, you'd paint
butterflies across the wall
to make me smile. listen,
if you loved me, you'd give
me handrails to hold onto
on the way down. you'd tell me
that right now, i'm a caterpillar
(but that caterpillars become
butterflies.) listen,
if you loved me,
you'd love me broken, too.
3.
don't speak.
sure, you cou
Literature
empty my closet-mind, please
1. i'm standing alone and you're walking up to me. it reminds me of the time when i couldnt focus on my surroundings and i almost walked into a moving train, but a boy pulled me back just in time. he was special because he told me he'd always remember the picture he took in his mind: the blurry motion of the train and me standing as still as death for a split second. he said split seconds meant everything- a split second was not only enough time to take a picture, but also enough time to save my life.
in a split second, you will be right in front of my face. i'm not special or anything, but i think you should give me a try.
2. tonight
Literature
blame the sandman
dear paradise girl:
you have seaweed in your hair
and your eyes are painted with mother-of-pearls.
the sand between your toes
has crusted over
and when i place my head against your chest,
i panic
because i can't find a heartbeat.
and you laugh,
a clogged-up gurgle,
because you know that i've forgotten what you're made of.
you don't have a pulse.
instead,
i hear the rhythm of blue waves beneath your skin.
dear paradise girl:
you have crabs clipped to your earlobes
and you wear seagull feathers for a dress.
there are blue-kelp tattoos across your shoulders
and a ring of suction-cup stars around each ankle,
and when you move,
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Inspired completely by my past. Yes, Eeferz can still write that lovely depressing poetry.
Hope everybody likes it.
-Eeferz
Hope everybody likes it.
-Eeferz
© 2009 - 2024 Eefera
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This is really good. You captured what lots of people feel at some point in their life, and I think everyone could probably connect to this in some way. Very nice. ^^