Heart Poetry

Fiction

Here's some poems I wrote for my creative writing class! First four are the ones I submitted, the last three are extras and so are a bit less polished...

Oh also some of the poems won't show correctly if your screen isn't wide enough!

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Shower Addiction (what she saw in the mirror)

thirty minute morning shower
comb hides, hair falls
and
it never leaves me alone

"You climb just beyond my pruney fingertips, in time
you bare your hand to your cheek, hazel eyes state
me down with pity. You are not me, they say; you slipped
from me before I was born; I will never climb into your skin."

thirty minute morning shower
towel damp, door locked
i stand still dripping in soap
and
it never leaves me alone

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internal conversation behind the prison glass

    he speaks in such short sentences
i realise heavy lips spit matter-of-fact,
sterile green, routine, his eyes
    look so different

-sixty-something lines worm their way at the corners,
    on the corner, back in nineteen-ninety-five
window displays reflect normal life
in his mind he prays it isn't too late

-misplaced assent in a system of guilt
lost youth, built by hate, hate
    for himself, self-blame unspoken, shame
unspoken, lost and scattered through sentenced halls

[breath]
or at least that's how i think he feels
through the glass i cannot do anything for him but
    feel sorry.

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Gezelligheid

Oma would call it 'gezellig'. She has
porcelain statuettes; Live, Laugh,
                        Love,
like you've never been hurt; flowers;
tulips; neat beds; christian paintings;
couch covers you run your fingernails down;
100 things god loves about you; dust;
sky news in the chilly evening, when the
curtains must be closed to hide the
uncanny moon; clean beds; empty beds;
close the curtains dear; tip-toeing
in the night; old clocks tick;
keep quiet; don't you know
I love you; white tablecloths; roast turkey
on christmas; clean the dishes; have another slice
will you; fine china; glass cabinets; live, laugh,
love; love spelt in letter blocks at
the end of the bed; close the curtains dear;
love like you've never been hurt; like
you've never been hurt.

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Creep by Radiohead by Dani M

Dry eyes, tight shirt
long arms, high cheeks
Collar wet under stage lights-
He should know what he wants,
Good boys know what they want.

In the corner of his vision he sees
Jonny
backlit, lights flash, pump the guitar
fingers around its throat-
He almost wants to gag.

-and all at once "like a song slashing its wrists"
he hears his voice moan in baritone
and for one brief moment he feels like the most disgusting man on earth.

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Lullabye by Ambient Light

O great marbled sky, bring white light into her room
Your clouds, the tyrant shadows of coral

Rest and worry not, my child, your cheek
upon the carpet, eyes shut tight
Not like the Stable Earth of Old you lay
on a drifting bed of seawater
Inked thoughts run washed away by the waves
plunge and sink deep, and rest, and sleep

-but it feels like the earth is collapsing,-
you cry to stay awake
Ticking clock face, pierce my ears
count my seconds for me
Not time enough to wither and wait while
peering into the deep

O great marbled sky, bring warm dusk into her room
She'll find the words tomorrow

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