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After the Rainthe patchwork lace of scarsAfter the Rain by ~themorningtrain
trace mountains from my arms
to the hollows of my temples
and curl like smoke
into the valley between my collarbones
& i sold the topographical map of my body
to a man who collects bones in jars
he took the delicate rise of my ribcage
and paid me in pearls
the jewels wrenched from the soft warmth of shellfish
did nothing to support my spine
'you are a wildflower
it is hard to stay alive while adorned with frost
you will bloom and then you will wilt in this cold saltwater air'
i will spend this lifetime
trying to describe
the smell of dust after rain
we will swim in this ocean until it becomes too cold to float.
Silver LiningsI was born to die.Silver Linings by ~themorningtrain
I was born to live.
When I was little, I had a friend who lived down the street from me.
When I recalled him, years later, my parents said he was imaginary.
Can you fall in love with an imaginary friend?
True, it was just child's love.
His name was Tyler.
We promised that we would get married one day.
Later that year, he moved to Australia.
I still think about him, sometimes.
I wonder if he was real.
You can't play in sandboxes and swing on swing-sets and discuss sharks with someone
If they are not real.
In second grade, my brother and I played hide-and-go-seek
Behind the neighbor's house.
I wasn't allowed in the backyar
Collab .:Cat and Mouse:.Your smile is tied from a string to my bagCollab .:Cat and Mouse:. by ~themorningtrain
I travel uncharted roads with your memory on me
I've gone ages without color
I've gone seventeen lives without a soul
Now we're slipping down this slope
Pleading, bleeding out the faith
Pull me up and over your fear
If not, I'll die from this fall
Escaping through masks
Drinking from flasks
You'll truly drown in your excuses
After the fallout
After the gloom
It's mostly the mouse who really loses
Sometimes you'll win
Sometimes you'll lose
It's really the cat that gets to choose
After the ballads
After the wine
All you've done is waste your time
Your words are muffled through the plastic
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I'm talking myself in circles,I screamed,I'm talking myself in circles, by *DearPoetry
"There is nothing
wrong with me, not a damn
I wanted to believe
the big dipper on my arm
meant something more
than sun marks & kisses.
But, how can I trust words
that slip through my teeth
as easy as breathing
when this star
has only ever learned
how to f
NecromancyShe thinks there are nebulaeNecromancy by *DearPoetry
in the rough of my gutter bones,
some stargazing sanctuary
for lonely outcasts to lay their heads.
I am but a car crash,
& red inked corrections
on crosshatched skin.
Made up of moans,
the clutching of bedsheets;
I am contemplating
ripping my ribs apart
I never had a heart at all.
But my moon shy love;
she is determined
to try & wake the dead.