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Marble PhysicsTrip,

I don’t understand any of this.
This being physics.
This being the exchange of energy.
This being marbles – glittering orbs of color.
Have you ever seen so many colors forced onto one surface?
                   brutal           my eyes love them.

Did you know I’m fifteen now?
You’re what? Like thirty?         funny.
You know all about this, right?
marble physics.
You major in life, I thought?
and marble games
         and ugly colors
                  and circle drawing
                          and adulthood               once childhood.

Once just a game played on the dust, smeared cheeks and dirty jeans
JuliaShe’s the kind of girl people write books about.
Rides bikes too fast - - no hands, hair in flames        eyes too.
Barefoot, dirt smeared, picks dandelions with her toes.
Train-track balancing act,
backyard trapezes        laughter,
grassroots circus.
She paints her walls with memories.
Ceiling too.  Me as well.
I find treasures in her soul.
She makes mine.
She has gypsy legs and a homeland heart I cannot steal.
A living poem I can’t rewrite –
the kind of girl summers are made of.
Nightly ReflectionsI drank a bottle of ink last night
only to have my insides crawl out through my mouth.
My hands blackened as I tried to shovel the
bile back down my throat,
but I got most of it on my
bruised lips and seared finger tips.

My tongue found the mess delectable at best.
It's wet tip caressed each finger at a leisurly pace,
making the girl in the mirror tremble and
draw blood.

As I sucked on my pinky and she all but moaned,
I no longer doubted my human heart:
no other creatures takes pleasure
in a self-inflected death.
Skin IIwhat if i touched your eyelids with the tip
of my finger?              would you flinch?
would your eyes jar open?           your brown
eyes wide with alarm                       recoiling.
or would you wait patiently for me to
finish? your body still as i traced
your skin
                 burning.
                              yearning,
                                             searching
for a reaction in you.
you won’t give.
your body won’t lean in.  your
muscles unmoving.  your body like a
statue.              mine.
                                  for now.
PoetryI created a wall of text
to save me from myself
and to shut you out of my life,
while dragging you further into my mind
than anyone has ever gone.
NamedTickle my tongue with
the full vowels of your name.
No, not the worldly uttering of man,
but the luscious caress of female speech.
Skin IIIskin covers bone.
skin on  your arms covers muscle too.
muscle wraps bone.
skin on your arms covers muscles which wraps bones –
all around me.
your bones, through muscle and beautiful skin, around me.
arms, arms of muscle and bone and skin, around me.
                 cradle me                protect me. from me. even from you.

you. me. and skin.
SeventeenI can’t get seventeen out of my head.
Seventeen, only a nine lettered,
three syllabled word that means nothing at all to
those not seventeen.       I’m not seventeen.
Not interested in senior year,
not interested in nine lettered ages,
not interested in anything at all seventeen-ized.
And this poem?              No interest.
in anything.
In fifteen, in sixteen, in eighteen.
In words, poems with meaning, poems with rhymes         in poems at all.

I lie. Slightly. Hardly. Possibly. Most definitely.
MemoriesI hung photos on the walls.
They were supposed to make me feel safe.
Your smiling face balances on old, rusted nails,
which I found in a soup can in a forgotten corner of my garage.

Now I keep them to remind him of his father;
to show him where he got his nose,
the dimples in his cheeks, and
heavy eyebrows, which frame sparkling blue eyes.

I wish I could take them down.
Skin IV: Mineis only perfect
when pressed urgently to yours.
yours is perfect. dark. a fixation i keep.
yours is not mine            to hold and admire
                                                   not for my desire.

                                       not mine.
Skin Ihow long can you sit still?
would you wait forever if i asked?       i'm
asking           (begging)          to trace your figure
with the fingers in my eyes.

                           wonderment.
                                                     
                                                     i've never seen such a brilliant hue.
                           wonderment.
                                                   
                                                     words fail me.
                           wonderment.
                                                     
                                           
WatchingShe really liked the boy
                                    who always ran a race,
                                    skipping around the track
                                    with hands tucked in his pockets.

She feared he’d fall.

Day,
              after day,
after day,
              after day,
he ran.
IcecapsShe melted icecaps with matches.

She constructed ladders
from slightly chewed twine
and kitchen spoons
to reach the frosty moon.

She created fire in cupped palms
to blow upon timber just
to hear the faint crackle
and pop!
of burning cinders.

She spun ropes of flames
with nimble, calloused hands
to fish for ice
in the seas below.

She melted icecaps with matches.
The truth behind every poemThis is no longer poetry,
it has long become the ramblings
of a self-centered teen
who likes to see her thoughts written aloud.
It has become anguished cries
over bullshit problems
and petty insecurities followed by
idiotic worries.

The girl just happens to have a knack
for transposing fears onto a page and
making them sound viable.
She just happens to find readers as
angst as her.
She just happens to enjoy the
misguided spotlight.
She just happened to find it in writing.
Tendrilis my favorite word.
My favorite way to describe the wind,
your limbs, speech, sun, hair, water –
All connected by a single idea of
movement,
a single sound,
a single belief in magic.
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LonelyIn a wasteland of charred rock I examine the ruins of my life.
I never knew it would come to this,
Begging for a smile from a passerby.
Behind this wall I built around myself
I realize now my mistake.
Priding myself on being the lone wolf,
One not needing friendship or a companion,
I've pushed everyone away
And now I'm struggling to get the all back.
I'm drowning under my emotions,
I'm suffocating all alone.

A lonesome soul they call me,
My heart has hallowed out,
It's an empty shell.
I run down these barren halls,
Crying out to anyone who may be near.
I've forgotten how to treat another,
I'm paying for my mistakes.
I fe
Memories Long GoneIf I were a scientist,
An inventor,
A creator,
The first thing on my list would be a machine to erase my memories,
Inspired specifically by you.
Just one click and I'd forget it all,
But don't frown, I'll give all the credit to you,
Feel special I hate you so.

I'll start with the day we first met.
Just one turn of the dial and we have gone back in time.
I'll forget your smile and ringing laugh,
Even the crisp, white shirt you wore that gave contrast against your skin.
Look! I'm already forgetting the conversation we had,
Though I know it led to something more,
A kiss later down the road.

Ahh that day that sealed my fate.
I
I am ME projectI am careful
I am vain
I am a dreamer
I am stubborn
I am loving
I am lost
I am a child of God
I am insecure
I am independent
I am lazy
I am loyal
I am doubtful
I am proud
I am selfish

I am ME.
MovedThe seas swell up seperating the two of us.
Your face is barley visable so far away.
All I have is memories of you,
And if I close my eyes I see your face.
I see the smile and the way your eyes dance.
But I know now your smile has faded.
I sense, rather then see, the tears on your face.

What onced seemed far away is nothing compared to this.
The hole in me has swelled to three times its size.
What once took and hour will now take days.
No longer will I hear your voice carry,
The sound of your laugh that will suddenly be heard.

Apart in distance but never in heart.
That saying does little to comfort me.
And now, as the tears fa
StarsAs the sun came up,
I cried for hours.
I gazed up at the sky hoping for a glimpse
Of the stars that sheltered me during the night.
I fashioned a boat out of a hickory spoon
And sailed the seas of melting ice.
I thought that if I were to be a sailor
And search the sky for the North Star as all sea-goers do
That I would find my comfort blinking, leading the way.
But atlas, the sun was too bright.
I closed my eyes and only hoped I'd guess right and sailed on in hopes to find
The stars that used to guide me.

As word of my peril reached those of the sky
Something in their heart opened up and the winged beasts flew,
Desperate to p
Reborn: HaikuEyes flutter open
Her soul is at last reborn
In a world of peace

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Havoc

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Haven’t you ever seen a girl with glass in her skin?
The broken kind:  shattered jars and smashed windows,
jagged edges, dip dyed tips                  red –
looks good on the both of us                  walls, too.
Pretend walls with Wonder Woman posters hanging,
the Wonder Woman with big boobs, never the other.
Walls you smash holes in with your cut up fist – my bad.

It’s the skin.  I warned you, half –heartedly,
warnings lost in a sea of words,
I talk too much when I forget my lines.
We now have a matching pair,
        scars, that is.
My palms read havoc,
in the morning yours will too.
Stay long enough and I might spell words       words of wisdom:
never touch girls with glass in their skin.
:icondawn181:
Guys, I haven't died!

My friend gave me the prompt "Havoc" to write about. Here is the results.

You may not use this, under any circumstances, without my permission. Havoc (c) dawn181, a.k.a Taylor (me)
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~Adonael Apr 8, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
'We now have a matching pair,
scars, that is.'

In regard to the first stanza about boobs, this line made me smile a little bit xD

It was a hit hard for me to grasp, but I gathered the general cautionary 'no person is perfect so tread carefully' kind of vibe. I like the way it was written too - chaotic and almost presented so that you read it speedily.
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=dawn181 Apr 9, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I had to add the boobs part, I needed at least some humor (and my eyes had wandered to the Wonder Women poster on my wall, and I felt like the girl needed to be included in some way :) )

I was in a very chaotic mood when writing, so I'm glad that it showed through. And that's an interesting point you bring up, about the poem being read speedily, because I was just reflecting earlier how my poems seem to all read speedily.

Thank you for reading and responding with such kind insight :) :hug:
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~Adonael Apr 10, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I get that. It's cool that you got all spontaneous with your eyes wandering :)

So I know I'm doing something right when I read your poems. Happy I could share the experience through reading it :P

No worries :tighthug:
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=Bickhamsarah Mar 15, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
This is great too. Man, I know it's taken me forever to read your stuff but when I do I'm never disappointed. :D
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=dawn181 Mar 25, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Oh thank you so much :D That means a lot.

Sorry it's taken me forever to reply ^^;
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=Bickhamsarah Mar 30, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
lol don't worry about it. I'm rarely on these days. And if I'm on I purposefully neglect my comment stack. XD

You're most welcome!! :dance:
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~DarkLondonDreams Feb 19, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
This is really good! I tend to think in images and colours, so it created a very strong definition of the word. The structure was different, but I liked that also. :)
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=dawn181 Mar 25, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you :)
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~starell Feb 18, 2013
Really cool structure! Nice interpretation of the word!
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=dawn181 Mar 25, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks!!
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