| when I write journal poems, I try to write something for every day of the month. it's a great way to review the day, get out my feelings, and if nothing else, keep me writing. |
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when trust yields misgivings.you make paper vows then burn them in the fires of reality.when trust yields misgivings.
by *xoCaliGirl924ox
the dark before the dawn.It’s the start of a brand new day and like a breath of fresh air I am renewed. Hold on, hold on to your innocence. The diamond stars are just fading and the silver moon waning and a sunflower rises in unison with our sun. I know that life’s a circle and we all need a few restorative turns through the washing machine and sour raspberries do exist but somehow, I can’t get past the comfort the sunshine brings. I am, at best, a fleeting joy; like a hummingbird, simple and rare and as indulgent as silk. Yes, it’s the start of athe dark before the dawn.
by *xoCaliGirl924ox
2:26:33 AMmy heart is beating out a tattoo against my rib cage and something beneath the skin of my hands is trembling. i barely have the energy to move my diaphragm and fill my lungs with air. my coelem is closing in.2:26:33 AM
i spend my days in sweaty pajamas and glaze off with headphones in because i can't own up to my mistakes, i can't own up to my responsibilities, i can't own up to my hurt. i spend my days under covers and under water, gasping for air, struggling to the surface when the current pulls me under and i'm swept away and my shoulderblades hurt
by *xoCaliGirl924ox
acta non verba.it’s day two and there’s a hand on my waist and a pair of eyes on my face. he told me i love you after every kiss last night and i kissed each of his fingers twice before i told him i love you too. yesterday was a special occasion because it was his birthday and it was our birthday. he doesn’t have to say anything when he pulls my hand away from my lap and wraps it around his.acta non verba.
it’s week three and in twelve hours we’ll both be leaving the place we loved and loved in and loved because of. we’re sitting next to a dying bonfire and there’s a stick in each of our h
by *xoCaliGirl924ox
Journal Poetry
the view from march.sunday the firstthe view from march.
I’m not ready to think about why or when, or where, or how this began. and you know I don’t want to think about who or what will end it.
and I’m sorry if I’m being too clingy or assuming too much. and I apologize sincerely if maybe you were just trying to get off easy? maybe I was just too eager to believe it?
wishful thinking can go a long way six feet beneath the ground, for example.
tuesday the third
I’ll sacrifice my queen. maybe now you’ll let me take one of your pawns
by *xoCaliGirl924ox
pieces of february.[sunday the first - he loves me not enough.]pieces of february.
he is desperate and confused; he needs me but doesn’t love me yet.
[monday the second - the most wonderful day.]
isn't it fitting that I'll be your first girlfriend and you're my first love.
[tuesday the third - you got it bad.]
I don't want to talk to you; just leave me alone so I can daydream.
[wednesday the fourth – evolution of a smile.]
anxious excitement has now converted into a dull contentment.
[thursday the fifth – echoreloca
by *xoCaliGirl924ox
begin the begin.thursday the firstbegin the begin.
“christmas and new year’s fell on the same day this year,” I hummed. “thursday thursday thursday.” [finding odd relationships was always my forte.]
“and my new year’s resolutions are to figure out a way to fix the auto- capitalize on my computer and to writewritewrite and to not feel anything for my parents anymore.” of course I didn’t share that with you. I was too busy trying to explain that “a resolution isn’t a resolution unless you come up with it yourself.”
“how about your r
by *xoCaliGirl924ox
days of december.monday the firstdays of december.
I wrote today, all about you, and I wrote things I would never say out loud, even all alone where no one could hear. I just wrote and wrote, almost in time to the music that inspired me. and I wanted you to read it and I didn’t, so I just kept it to myself. consider it improvement.
tuesday the second
for the first time in my life, there is absolutely nothing material on my christmas list.
thursday the fourth
I don’t have much respect for adults in the first place, because it seems they have their he
by *xoCaliGirl924ox
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