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First ImpressionsI remember the first time I met her
a tower of books tucked under her chin
glasses sliding down her nose
that she wiggled like a hare's

I helped her carry the tower
to her brother's truck
him ever so persistent to return home
and her just happy to escape into literature

she slumped into the seat
the tower resting at her bare toes
she stuck out her hand
and told me her name

and laughed at the common of it

she would be a freshman after summer
same as me
her brother still urgent
had the engine roar to life

and drive away

her hand waving at me
with a broad smile bubbling over
that danced for me
and all I could think was

WildYou could never be strangers again
in that void of charged space
between the eyes and the air.
And the other people, who are
less than faces in the crowd.

Maybe it was a true dream of
dark times, always walking,
you are thief protected by gloss
that they could break
if only they knew how.

The lion at the zoo could
jump the fence, the wolves
could dig beneath the glass.

Safety is a mutual ignorance,
and it is something to be reminded
through wilds of the woods,
that she has fangs
and so do you.

I Can't Hear You AnymoreThe clouds are heavy tonight,
And I am suffocating,
Choking on my own words
As they fly from my mouth.

You never cared about yourself,
And after your death that
Became hard to think about.
(But I do anyway.)

I suddenly find myself missing
The years we had spent together
And how spider webs would form in
The corners of your eyes when you smiled.

But the thing is that I can’t hear you anymore.
I can’t remember the sound
Of your voice or the feeling of
Your hands as they touched my lips.

You once told me that home
Is where you lie,
But I hate it here, and
I hate living with these ghosts.

The Sunset at MorningShe was the beauty,
the grace,
and danced down the hall
with calloused feet.

She spoke with pungent
words and tart truths,
all softened by her curve
that shone white
like a hyena's grin

A friend she had many,
a true one would be none,
for she built this shell around her,
made for building,
not for falling down.

SurvivalSurvival.

Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.

Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.
Give a man a bank he will rob the world.

We adapt and adjust.
Constantly dithering on the cusp
Of what is considered wrong and right,
Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.

We would be willing to do anything
In order to get what we truly desire.
We would be willing to risk everything
Even putting our friends in the line of fire.

We may share the bounty with others,
Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.
Given the option we will even care for our brothers.
Just as long as w

Like Shattered GlassBroken bones like shattered glass
Crash down to the floor.

Her screams go unnoticed
Until she falls eerily silent.

"Shhh, it's only me."

Can anyone hear?
Does anyone know?

Arms pinned above her head,
She freezes in fear.

Please let it be quick this time.
Please let this end.

Close your eyes, child
And leave your body behind.

Tapped in these moments
I cannot forget.

I will always remember, and I cannot
Sleep.

Bloody TearsBloody tears
I cry my fears
and think that I will never win

Bloody tears
I hate these dares
And in the end I will lose

Bloody tears
You paint my cheeks
And I hope you won't fade away

Bloody tears
I hope you care
For you're the only thing that's left

Curiosity Killed The CatThere was a girl who was rather small.
She never said much, In fact nothing at all.
She would sit by herself, all alone.
All alone, Alone with her box.

No one really knew the contents inside.
No one really knew what she had to hide.
Only she knew what we all wanted to know.
We wanted to know, Know what was inside the box.

She never seemed to let the box go.
Our curiosity seemed only to grow.
Till one gloomy day we stole it away.
We stole it away, Stole the box.

Only now was the time we began to hear.
Only now did it all seem to be clear.
That was the moment everyone knew.
Everyone knew, Knew what was inside the box.

We heard the loud beat

Silly Little GirlSilly little girl,
you dance in the rain,
and wish on stars at 11:11.
Don't you know this is all in vain?
(Sorry, not sorry)

Silly little girl,
you smile when you should cry,
you quiver when you should laugh,
silly little girl, I'm sorry to lie.
(Sorry not sorry)

Silly little girl,
shouldn't you break apart?
I must say I try my best
to make your life hard.
(Sorry not sorry)

Oh, silly little girl,
are you dead yet?

Lie To MeFingertips lace around my ribs
And pull at my skin
As my breath catches
At the coolness of your touch.

Calm these trembling hands
And hold them tight in yours.
I'll move my lips on yours
Just so you don't have to.

Hearts beat faster and
My breath shudders with insecurity.
Press my body close to yours
So I don't shatter into fragments.

Lie to me one more time.
Tangle your legs in mine,
Brush your lips along my neck.
Make me feel alive.

CloudyThere is something worse
than writer's block;
it's when the words come in
through the heat,
through the loneliness,
or the sheets with
writhing contentment.
It's when the words are right
in your head
for paper or someone else,
and all I can mutter is that
my head hurts-
and I need to go to sleep.

BoxcutterWe are
in her hardwood apartment,
that we bought
because of the neighbors
and the windows
that light up
the dust on the floor.

She is kneeling
in front of
cardboard boxes,
sliding the knife
down the sides
with a paper sound.

And I am staring
into the empty rooms.

If she pushed
that boxcutter
into my lungs
the air would rush out
and say:

When you look at me
and bite your lip,
I see brown hair
and darker eyes.

And I would let her too
if it didn't
make such a mess
for the dust
and the neighbors
and the hardwood floor.

Before She Says GoodbyeBefore she says goodbye
call her even though she told you not to
and remember to say I love you
before she asks you to

Before she says goodbye
say you'll be at her door in 5 minutes
believing maybe that'll change her mind

Before she says goodbye
take her on a walk to your favourite park
and show her your love for each other
in a fresh way

Before she says goodbye
ask if you could hug her one last time
maybe she'll let you
maybe she won't

Before she says goodbye
kiss her tear streaked cheeks
and crusted eyes

Before she says goodbye...

You should've made sure it never got this bad

little yellow lover little
yellow lover
my m oo n
i love you
Her
like flowers
of may
purling azalea
blooms
&
the Him
who wants
nothing more nothing less(than
skin
so soft
and the
breasts so fat
with blue sea)
sinking in
between
curves limbs & all
asleep
(& i like this my body
on yours
gentle lungs heavy breaths
sleeping

We Will Never BeI met you on August 18th of 2008.
I remember how hot it was in the classroom
That day and how your eyes widened with confusion
As I sat down next to you.
I will never forget those eyes.

You loved Mondays and dreaded Fridays.
I thought you were crazy and you told
Me that the only reason was so you
Could see me in school.
I still thought you were crazy.

We would do our math assignments on the
Playground and talk about our lives.
We were so different, but you always
Insisted that we were absolutely perfect.
I wish I would have known how right you were.

--

I miss you so much that I can't sleep.
But I have to keep moving b

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my skin crawling as its canvas
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but will always
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and just when you
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for you to climb in
he drops his motor to
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and tells you
"I'm sorry that I love you."
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still
clamped
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and
your knees drag against
the road
because you scraped your knees
falling for him
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and I
banged on the glass
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shook your head
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Please Don't Go

by ~BathroomStallStories, Nov 4, 2012, 9:08:12 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

"We put things in the ground to grow"
I said
I sat at a park
bench
with my cane at my side
fingers dancing
along the frame
of my leg
when a girl
sat
with me
"Then why do we bury people?"
I shot a glance
towards my feet
and looked
at her bright ruby
slippers
tap your shoes three times and say
you want to go home
"so that they can grow."
I looked at her,
her hand
rummaging
and handing
out breadcrumbs
deep in thought.
"Why would they need to grow when they're dead?"
my eyebrows
crinkled at the question
then I spoke
"a seed starts from the ground, but unlike that, that is where we end. We grow for our death to become real to others."
the girl smiled
and then grasped
for my hand
but it
fell through

I am her grandfather
I am a ghost.

Please Don't Goby ~BathroomStallStories

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Thank you so much for reading, I'm trying something new in my writing, and I hope it turned out well! The thought of the story is how it sometimes is so hard to let go of someone you've known your whole life, but the longer the time apart from someone, sometimes the better you feel.
Thank you all!

-xoxo,
Katelin

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_{this is a wonderful poem. it just about brought me to tears. i don't know why, but it did. lovely, lovely poem.}

~NotenSMSK Jan 4, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

hmm... this is well written. I liked the story and the discussion between the grandfather (you) and the girl. The first thing that I like is that you managed to write this from someone elses perspective and still managed to pull off quite well. The talk was deep and a bit disturbing as well as makes one think. There was nothing technically wrong with this work OR technically awesome... I think the theme made it beautiful.

The one thing that I did not... well I don't like too straightforward stuff. While I do understand how the expression:

"I am her grandfather
I am a ghost"

Works for many, I think that it is too straightforward. Either going from third person perspective, or perhaps going indirectly like:

"I gaze at her,
my wrinkled hands flicker
as i try to grasp my little girl
My granddaugter,
but am unable to"

This is quite rough and on spot idea but I think it would look better like this. Then again it is up to you

I hope it helped