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Shallow Parts of Your Ocean 05/13/2011

 

 

 

 

I feel the blow before it comes,

Insecurely waiting for the

charge of your waves,

they strike me and

I fall under.

 

My lungs struggle for breath,

as I sink under your salty blue.

Fallen to the bottom of your rush,

too much to bare.

 

Force me back to shore,

to the shadow of your tumultuous affection,

the gashes on my chest will heal.

 

Dare me to run into the deep.

 

Again.

 

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Weed, Wine and Heart Break 02/02/2011

 

The night before,

you told her stories and watched her roll a perfect joint,

she was so determined to get it right you couldn’t tell if she was listening.

 

She poured herself a glass of wine,

half an hour later, she poured another.

 

You watched her wipe the spilled wine off her chest,

she knew you were looking.

Clumsy girl.

 

Buzzed and stoned,

you question,

if she’s the kind of girl you’d take home.

 

   Don’t pretend your heart wont ache when she’s gone,

she makes you laugh.

 

Leave the breaking up for the weed

The wine glass is still half full.

 

She heard every word you said that night

 

 

 

Kettle One 10/11/2010

Filed under: Kettle One,Poems by yours truly — Dileiny @ 12:49
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Go in and let my secrets out.

 

Hardly drink,

but pour me another.

Bottoms up,

inhibitions down.

 

Tomorrow never came,

not worried if it ever will.

Today I’m here with you,

the best I ever had.

 

I’m drunk on mind freedom,

with a splash of pineapple juice.

 

 

 

My Valediction to Summer 09/07/2010

 

 

Let me inhale the air that you give,

feed off the energy you transport,

watch the pulsating colors you share,

one more moment.

 

The wind is gradually picking up now,

nonchalantly pushes at my back,

earliest warning of your departure.

 

There is no weeping,

no pleading,

for you to stay.

Please go,

in peace,

the same manner in which you came.

 

I’ll remain patient.

And in anticipation of your return,

you will be missed,

dear Summer.

 

 

 

Puppet Master 09/06/2010

Filed under: Poems by yours truly,Puppet Master — Dileiny @ 20:01
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If you had tiny strings attached to your wrist,

 I’d make you write me a love letter,

 to tell me that you can’t exist another minute without me.

 

I’d append minuscule strings to your heart,

make it beat a second faster,

at the sound of my voice,

 at the tang of my skin,

 at the stare of my eyes.

 

If you had string attached to your mind,

I’d make every thought,

every dream,

every desire,

about me.

 

 Will you be my puppeteer?

Say you will.

 

 

 

In a Dash 08/11/2010

Filed under: In a Dash,Poems by yours truly — Dileiny @ 14:55
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Not bound to stay but

never compelled to leave.

 

At the drop of a dime,

gone,

too soon.

 

 

Elevator Irony 06/25/2010

 

Three friends walk into an elevator.

Conversation pauses.

Two strangers have walked in with them.

 

Five people in an elevator.

 

A  dog whimpering sounds catches  them by surprise.

Moaning fills the elevator air.

The awkward sound comes from a young man.

 

We are understanding humans,

retardation is not funny.

 

That morning, I painted my nails.

My skills of painting nails are on same level of a five year old.

I wave the mess I made of my nails, in my friends face.

 

We both laugh and

she calls me retarded.

 

It’s hard not to laugh.