Poetry Blog by SadGrrrlsClub

A passage from the book I'll never write

We had this connection like nobody else on this planet, whether there was one, ten or one hundred degrees of separation between us at any given time. It was as if our world was constantly contained within the constraints of a children's game only the two of us knew the rules to. I couldn't look across a room without his eyes instinctively meeting up with mine. Those same eyes never once looked at ...

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subway tracks.

Honestly,
The last two weeks
The subway tracks
Below my feet
Have looked like a pretty face the first time you see
- Hauntingly appealing 

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busses and trains.

I want to hop on a bus
At the closest stop
And trust me,
I know how boring it must seem
To ride aimlessly
In circles

But I have had a day
And I want nothing more
Than an aimless circle
As that's all
The days
And weeks
And years
And routines
And lives
Really are, anyway

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secondhand smoke.

The words that come out of my mouth
Sometimes they just fall out
And I can't tell if they really belong to me

Sometimes I hear my voice
Because my mind gives me no choice
But to say all these things I don't really belive

The baggage claim has my name
Written all over it
What a shame I lost the game
Before I had the chance to blow it 

He never felt the need
To check for monsters be...

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fr[end]s

We sat on the edge of the bridge
Throwing our cigarettes off of it
We always said that we should quit
Before they kill us
But god knows we'd kill eachother first
We've always been so good with loaded words 

You threw your last smoke off the bridge
And with the fireball whisky you spit
It ignited with flames that you lit
But I fed your fire
And the devil knows the mistakes you made
And...

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maybe.

The dead heat of summer
My bones are still cold
Walk through a crowded room
Cliche, but feel alone

Let him kiss my neck
But won't let him hold my hand
Let him watch me take off
Won't let him see where I land
Watch the lights going out
But never let them back on
And with the light of the morning I'm gone

Maybe blurry kisses
But not with "just friends"
Maybe outgoing calls
But not ...

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raised on it.

Raised on parking lot promises
And "trust me I'm honest"'s
And smoke on our tongues while we kissed
On "I would never lie to you"'s
And "I swear I'd die for you"'s
Coming out of sixteen year old lips

Raised on hand-holding dashboard songs
If it feels right it can't be wrong
Go all the way or don't go at all
Fingers touch thighs and hips
Cat eyes and red lipstick
Grown from the time th...

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beautiful disaster.

A volcano
Aching to reach the skies
Tries and tries
Spits ash into the air that's always blown away
A mountain
Full of fire
The heat of a thousand suns stirs within
But no one could ever see through the smoke he creates -
Conflate
How every magician disappears
Smoke & mirrors
But when he explodes
Take cover
He will burn you to the ground

A hurricane
Twists and turns
The world upsid...

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Hair elastic bangles around a wrist
Notches carved into a bedpost
One size down a leather belt
Bathroom stall in the back bar  

Live a lie but love a kiss
Short lived bliss 
Sun rise and sun run 
A wrap dress undone 

No, I don't mind
You should know I don't mind
I do this all the time
Please don't ask me if I'm fine 

Because a warm sip of fire that rests in the chest,
Is better ...

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feels.

hey eyes are storms
her arms are sleeves
her heartbeat can be heard through her chest as it beats

her tongue is a knife
but the softness is beneath
under the lipstick she hides behind and the rouge on her cheeks

but she feels the rain drops from her storms
the needles that drew on those sleeves
the heart when it skips a beat
the lipstick on her teeth

she feels;

and not even she ...

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eternal chase.

He is the blue earth
Awed;
But with oceans too deep to explore

I am his sun
Scortched;
But he needs the warmth of my core to survive
- To thrive

I chase him right round infinitely 
Indefinitely 
For he will only let my light shine
Half of the time 

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sorry.

A shot of water cannot quench the thirst
Of the vast Sahara

A drizzle cannot cease the heat
Of a family home gone up in flames

And 1000 pages of penned out "I'm sorry"
Cannot change the way your eyes look right through me 

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ringleader

She didn't use you
But you did have a use

You didn't lose her
But you tightened her noose

Too cowardly to step off your stool;
Not a lion,
She is but a cub

It's your call
behind that curtain,
Ringleader 

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trophy wives.

A trophy
The kind you'd drink from to feel the fire line your insides
But not the kind you'd put up on the mantle

It doesn't take a hero to win
But it does take one to lose
And your mind will follow suit
And I will follow you

Gold plated;
Never real gold
Just a shine to cover up all the copper in her eyes
And the broken bones that calcified
And the wrists covered in scarlet dye 
An...

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acts of kindness.

Maybe you were meant to be
nothing
more than just a stranger passing on the street -
Kind enough to pick up a bill I dropped,
But who stares through my jeans as I walk away 

An act of kindness,
Kind of ruined by an act

The best of friendships, 
But we ship our best to other friends 

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in love with a need.

I do not resemble a garden rose:
But I resemble every thorn
And the crimson I drag out of you when you try to pick me
Rivals the crimson I've spilled onto the petals 

I do not resemble a white flag; 
For I am not the peace you seek
I am a pistol you put to your temple willingly
But I'll be the one to pull your trigger

I do not resemble a castle;
But I do share the same grey walls
Onl...

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first love.

She is a star; but she is not the sun
As people love to bask in her glow
But they dont need her
And she gets lost among a million twinkling lights 

When the city shines too brightly
She is hidden 
The city sins on the ground ease the need to look up 

So she'll burn with all her might
Hoping her light
Won't be outshadowed by the night 
And outshone by the bright 

But when a star bu...

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heart is where the home is.

Home is where the heart is
And my heart beats with a constant ache to be home
But when you have no place to call home
Where does the heart reside? 

Is it just an empty space?

Until you find a place
To call your own

Until you find an embrace
That makes you feel less alone 

Until you find a face
That will call you to come home
Heal my ache...

Call me home. 
 

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bathbomb.

I would rather like
To end my time
In an ivory, crawfoot tub

Roses with their petal ashes
change the calm of surface glass

Such a stark contrast
between the swirls and waves
beneath the black;

My handmade,
homemade,
bath grenade

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psychosocial media.

if the medium truly is the message
what is this message
of medium importance
we're all trying so desperately to produce,
and perform,
and perfect,

it makes us all think we matter
when in reality,

the reciprocity of this condition leaves us so nothing matters at all 

 

 

 

 

 

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