Somewhat older poem...


Loved Despite of Great Faults

I can mend with paperclips,
Transparent tape,
Staples, thread,
Sometimes flour and water.
I can love with too much salt on my tongue
And too many dead flies suspended over my head.
And I can love despite this.

I will sew with my left hand,
My right will bide time,
Though it's useless to struggle
While wounds heal.
I can find the rhythm and knot off when the end comes.
And I can love despite this.

You come crying with loose strings,
You come hoping I will cut them free.
My left hand can't manage,
My right hand lifeless.
I can't find the rhythm to knot off your loose ends.
But I can love despite this.

You pound and scream, holding string,
You stomp and pout, a child's tantrum.
The salt taste is too strong, I can't manage,
The dead flies touch my hair, I can feel them.
My fingers fumble and the thread strangles you.
But I will love despite this.

I can mend with paperclips,
Tape's out
But I have many staples,
And there's always flour.
My left hand mixes a paste for your neck.
You lay so still, staples and blood, paperclips in a strand.
But I will always love you despite this.

Unknown "~.Heather.~" Peaceful - 16 years, 8 months, 23 days ago

A new poem I had to get out:


Spitting On Stars

This man,
This face that shifts formless in dreams,
This truth I’ve touched with the tips of my fingers,
I’ve tasted,
So distant now,
Like spitting on a star,
My flame won’t die,
Submerge,
Emerge,
Wet and alone,
But it won’t die.
How?
How to push his shape back,
Make sense of senseless hope,
But—no—no—no!
It must die,
It must die,
It must submerge,
It must burn out.
It must,
It must…
But I don’t want it to.
I want it to live and grow taller than my arm raised high above my head,
A student who wants to be picked so badly,
I have boundless potential,
My mind is ready to learn.
He doesn’t want to teach.
What then?
What now?
What in my dreams is ever true?
What of him was ever true?

Unknown "~.Heather.~" Peaceful - 16 years, 8 months, 28 days ago

Portion of the lyrics from Radiohead's "All I Need," a song I love off of their new album. I'm seeing them in May, and I know I will be blown away. Check out the beautiful video someone created:

All I Need

I’m the next act
Waiting in the wings
I’m an animal
Trapped in your hot car
I am all the days that you choose to ignore

You are all I need
You’re all I need
I’m in the middle of your picture
Lying in the reeds

I am a moth
Who justs wants to share your light
I’m just an insect
Trying to get out of the night
I wanna stick with you, because there are no others



Unknown "~.Heather.~" Peaceful - 16 years, 9 months, 1 day ago

My lame attempt to translate a beautiful lyric into French (hope no one understands here!):

Dans vos yeux
Je vois la porte à mille églises
Dans vos yeux
La résolution de toutes les recherches stériles

Well, that's about it...I just admire the imagery of those lines when describing love. To me, that's how love should feel.
Unknown "~.Heather.~" Peaceful - 16 years, 9 months, 2 days ago

An older poem of mine...

Gypsy Love and Scared Pride

You are always in my stream of conscience,
A leaf floating above ancient rock and silt,
A constant ebbing that pierces and burns
My inner thighs
And undulates
Until I can no longer make out your sharp edge.

You,
In all your flinty reserve,
Dam my flow and pulse cold against my head,
My heart,
My lungs that still carry your words in dead air.
I'm so lost...


***

...I have no respect for yellow lights
As I race down the tracks you followed.
Here
There
No place really--
Just somewhere you stood for a moment,
A flashlight in my eyes searching for your shadow
But catching only the kaleidoscope of people walking past
In their rush to die with rainbow skid marks.

You are still in my stream of conscience,
Caught by your own chill and drowning now,
But I still find myself stretching out a branch
And yelling hopeful words to bring you back to shore.

There was that time when I would gladly tie a rock to my leg
And join you,
Dying a happy death at the bottom of the riverbed,
But I can't exactly remember how your face felt against mine--
Warm and pressing yet restrained and cooling in a second?

Yours is a gypsy love
And mine is scared pride.
We both die alone
Yet I know I touched you
And you me...

I watched your leaf struggle to twist and turn under the water current
Many times
Before I walked away,
Unable to forget you but
Unwilling to die with you.

Unknown "~.Heather.~" Peaceful - 16 years, 9 months, 7 days ago