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tragedies - collab.you deserve all the cobweb dreams,
fairytale hopes, and explosive love
in the world, but i know that i
will never be the one
to give them to you.

you need notes that end with
'ps - you're brighter than
twenty-seven silver stars'.
i can't bring myself
to write them, though.

it's not like you'd read them,
anyway.

i cut out paper hearts and
dreams and gave them to you, but
you only ripped them up and said
'these aren't good enough.'

when i painted you a picture
of golden skies and sunshine smiles,
you handed it back and told me
'next time, paint realistically.'

so i wrote you a story
filled of starless nights and
hopeless d

mornings on suburban trainsdearest, you have thunder in your eyes
and lacing your fingertips
-
the mornings that you sit across from me on suburban trains; they are the brightest mornings of all. i could spend the whole trip admiring each curl in your hair and the shape of each fingernail if only i had the time. sometimes our legs brush when we sit across from each other, and my heart skips, but i don't think you even notice. your gaze lingers on the scenery outside the window; as if you wished you were outside too. as if the train was a cage.
if only you would let me, i could brighten your mornings too.
-
the afternoons that we exit the train at the same stop, t

opposite's day - collab.i. today i ignored the dismal beating
in my chest [it held me closer than
you ever did] and chased after you
like a lopsided puppy,
watching your skylit legs sink into
shin-deep puddles with indefinable
bottoms. i looked as you left me
miles behind as i shouted
nonsensical wishes and
honeycombed thoughts to you.
[let's drop anchor and stop
this off-course ship with
a handful of windswept lies.]

ii. your eyes are like my mirror -
reflective, deflective, and unforgiving.
[the only way you'll speak to me
is without words.]
one of these days i will write
'ugly ugly ugly' on my forehead
so that on opposite's day,
those baby blu

tremorscurled over a porcelain mouth, i let my dinner fall out.

it's 9:33 p.m. and i think about saturday,
when rain hit the pavement like firecrackers,
the sky darker than the shadows behind the shower curtain.

i know there's a spider burrowed between those plastic folds.

funny thing about deep spaces; they feel better
when they're stuffed full. i think about how your fingertips
made my skin feel soft and breakable, how your tongue was warm,
about how my legs wouldn't stop shaking and you laughed, whispering,
"you okay?"

well, there's this experience known as an aftershock.

hands clutching cold tile,

because i am a cynic today.today
you give yourself
away

to roads
seen only
through windows
wet
with rain; a sign
says

we are fifteen minutes
out of town,

but we say
we are
two years
out of luck

you surrender
to a map

(but it can never be
of life)

and so
we are still
lost

and no,
we will not find god here.

confusing stars for satellitesi dream of your arms
around me, in empty hallways
lit by nightlights like dreams, imagine that

your breath would be like raindrops, maybe,
and i'll be the river
into which they fall, and i'd catch you,
lightly, i promise

we won't make a sound,
like mice on christmas eve, tiptoe across
holly staircases, tiptoe
on lakes, dance and watch
the moonlight shadow our
reflections, dance

around my dreams, in them,
and find that i would
fax you a smile, a rainbow, a
sunny day, even
my heart -

and yes, it's yours,
but only if

you hold me.

hold your breathjust shut your eyes and turn over
just shut your mouth and pose right
just clench your fists and don't think

the thoughts are like acid tonight

bite your lip little girl, you're alright
bite your lip little girl, you'll survive

being in love.it's like when you were five, when your pet rabbit died
and you learned that nothing good lasts.

it's like the time you dropped him off at his house to watch tv
before you drove yourself to the emergency room, sobbing.

it's like the first time you saw your kindergarten teacher cry.

it's like ring around the rosie, a pocket full of posies, ashes. ashes.

it's like when he went too far, and he said, "is this okay?"
and you said, "no," but it didn't matter.

it's like when he said, "but i want you."

it's like the number seven, or rubies.

it's like when you almost drowned in the pool in north carolina
and when you looked up through the

home.take a deep breath, hold it in--don't forget to hold your nose. jump into scalding water and we'll see what you really look like when you come out.

you'll be boiled down to the bone and we'll all scrape the marrow from the edges and whisper things like "have you lost weight?" into the side of your skull.

i woke up at 6 AM today, couldn't fall back to sleep. my hormones have been going crazy and i've been bleeding three weeks straight. i'm not concerned enough to go to a doctor, though. i think the world would go on just fine without me. out of all the people in the world, i'm probably very low on the overall importance list. but that's okay

when i look in the mirror.one.
things you touch turn silent.

hearts can be blacked, burnt, ashy - but you take the ashes and burn, burn, burn them until there's only a memory left, a memory that's all edges and icicles.

you leave me cold, empty and
i don't want to breathe anymore.

two.
'darling, you would do well to remember-

you can't have a light at the end of the tunnel
if you have no tunnel.

darling, you would do well to remember -

you are not empty. you are not empty.
[it's still hurting, after all. it's still hurting
and you don't want to live,
but you're not empty.]

darling, you would do well to remember-

they love you. they love you,

they love

promise to play this on silenthello—

just promise me you’re listening.

since once you get used to being ignored for long enough, it’s nice to pretend that you could be something. that you could say something that matters. and that somewhere, someone is listening. and for now, i’ll make believe that you’ll make everything better. that the air will taste like sunshine even though it’s been raining for days. or that my heart isn’t disconnected and that maybe my lips will get the message. or even that for the next two and half minutes you’ll love me.

i’ll make believe.
i’ll make believe you.
i’ll make believe you c

bromide and other nonchemicalsshe’s empty mouthed.
she can’t explain but it’s like that pins and needles feeling except in her heart. it’s like she could have said twelve thousand and four different things and she picked the wrong one. it’s the way she’s no good with words except she tries forcing her ideas into verses and stanzas and neatly packaged displays of her individualism. so it’s as if she’s set up an exhibit in her mind, complete with glass windows for people to press their handprints into, staining her already disheveled head with traces of themselves. she’s empty mouthed since she just realized that not a single bi

soft.you said
the sky is a canvas,

and i have written
your heart
with its candles

(i love you)

and this truth
is soft, a whispered
confession, painted
in petals;

this promise
is fragile, a run
away cloud, a porcelain
child -

so please,
tread softly.

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by ~bailey--elizabeth, Aug 22, 2009, 9:34:50 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

you are glowbracelets
and fireflies and oatmeal raisin cookies.

you are thunderstorms
and comic books and afternoons on the bleachers.

you are constellations
and crinkled denim and nights spent on the park bridge.

you are the best thing
i could ever hope for and i love you more than should be allowed.

sunday thoughtsby ~bailey--elizabeth

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

©2009-2013 ~bailey--elizabeth

i had been a firm disbeliever in romance for a long while before you. i'm so glad you've proven me so, so wrong.

i now know what it feels like to be on top of the world.

so yeah,

, even though that barely encompasses a quarter of it.

^{^{all artwork in my gallery is © me, bailey elizabeth. do not use, reproduce, or modify my images or writing in any way without my written permission. don't steal my art.}}

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~spacegirl42 Sep 29, 2010

You know this actually reminds me of all different kinds of love; but it reminds me of my best friend more than anything else

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!enchy1204 Jul 5, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

no grotesque thoughts? no prettly ugly things?

i like it nonetheless.

- yes, yes, i feel the love.

[and you just gave me a title for my band. ]

extraordinary.

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~bailey--elizabeth Jul 9, 2010 General Artist

<3

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~Susan-Stohelit Apr 3, 2010

this is beautiful <3

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~Photografka Feb 11, 2010

wow, that's really great!

may i quote you?

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~brightest-morning Nov 26, 2009 Photographer

this is adorable . it just made me smile

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~polywog61 Oct 9, 2009

I was so scared of commitment for so long, but now it's melting away and I couldn't be happier.

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~bailey--elizabeth Oct 10, 2009 General Artist

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!hakeberhut Oct 2, 2009

those last two lines are. . .striking.

Good job--and yah, this is a lot less dark than usual, haha

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~midsummer-blues Sep 26, 2009

Amazing! <3

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