Submissions by Lua
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Apr 2012 8:00pm
11th Apr 2012 8:00pm
Thump
So this is what it feels like to love someone
more than they love you.
I look down at my naked self and
see a missing elbow, a wrist
that I had left tangled up in his sheets.
He had kissed my shoulders goodbye.
The bridge of my nose was the first
to go.
At the doctor’s office last afternoon
with the stethoscope cold against my skin
I was surprised that she found
a heartbeat.
more than they love you.
I look down at my naked self and
see a missing elbow, a wrist
that I had left tangled up in his sheets.
He had kissed my shoulders goodbye.
The bridge of my nose was the first
to go.
At the doctor’s office last afternoon
with the stethoscope cold against my skin
I was surprised that she found
a heartbeat.
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Apr 2012 8:13am
7th Apr 2012 8:13am
Blush
Idon’tknowwhattodowithmyhands
whenyou’relookingatme
likethat.
whenyou’relookingatme
likethat.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
3rd Apr 2012 2:45am
3rd Apr 2012 2:45am
(March 11, '12)
There are some things that I want to remember. Some nights that I want to write into wet cement. At the entrance to the Starbucks in St. Marks someone had once written “Time and Space Died Yesterday” and I’ve been scratching that over my skin ever since. Last time I checked, only ‘sterday’ was left. Nothing lasts, said Mr. Herodes. Nothing lasts, states the Law of Impermanence. Even memories fade. Even tonight will die away. Eventually all of our lives are washed off. We’ll all lose ourselves sometime, somewhere. We all die in the darkest alleys of ourselves, with a gun pointed between our...
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2012 2:34am
3rd Apr 2012 2:34am
A Fragile Poem
Do you know how easy it is
to break into my flesh with your own?
Give me your hand.
Hold the hammer right.
The weakest spot is at the nape
of my neck.
to break into my flesh with your own?
Give me your hand.
Hold the hammer right.
The weakest spot is at the nape
of my neck.
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Mar 2011 1:25am
12th Mar 2011 1:25am
i'll build you a world
i love
(it)
when
(your)
laughter
makes me
feel like i have mixed up my medication
i love it when
you are sleeping
and your eyelashes look
like the
atomic feathers
of the bird
soaring through your eye lids
(helping you dream)
i love it when
you lay(in the dark)with me
and it feels as if
we are only souls
and not (ever)
bodies
i love when you
whisper
in my ear
(you sound like my own personal mantra)
i want you repeated...
(it)
when
(your)
laughter
makes me
feel like i have mixed up my medication
i love it when
you are sleeping
and your eyelashes look
like the
atomic feathers
of the bird
soaring through your eye lids
(helping you dream)
i love it when
you lay(in the dark)with me
and it feels as if
we are only souls
and not (ever)
bodies
i love when you
whisper
in my ear
(you sound like my own personal mantra)
i want you repeated...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Mar 2011 00:53am
12th Mar 2011 00:53am
i cried today
when you picked up the phone,
"you sound sad"
but no,
"i'm okay"
"do you have a cold?"
no.
you're being crazy.
you're going to catch a cold.
you're going to catch a colder.
"you sound sad"
but no,
"i'm okay"
"do you have a cold?"
no.
you're being crazy.
you're going to catch a cold.
you're going to catch a colder.
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Mar 2011 1:35am
8th Mar 2011 1:35am
as sugar; left unsaid
all the damage done
it tookhimmere seconds to undo
to pick up all of the pieces,
all of my pieces,
small and large
carefully, skillfully placing them where they belonged
he
restored this heavy heart
and
claimed all those words
that were meant for him
that were always him
it tookhimmere seconds to undo
to pick up all of the pieces,
all of my pieces,
small and large
carefully, skillfully placing them where they belonged
he
restored this heavy heart
and
claimed all those words
that were meant for him
that were always him
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Mar 2011 4:30pm
6th Mar 2011 4:30pm
(burning)
I can compose my own ailing words
(I do not need yours)
I am disgusting
My body is disintegrating
I am not beautiful
I am not poetic, or alluring
Nor do I have any form of grace, polish
but
I have a fucking soul
That is full of empathy and compassion
I have a flame that is entirely mine
(and it is entirely invincible)
(I do not need yours)
I am disgusting
My body is disintegrating
I am not beautiful
I am not poetic, or alluring
Nor do I have any form of grace, polish
but
I have a fucking soul
That is full of empathy and compassion
I have a flame that is entirely mine
(and it is entirely invincible)
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Mar 2011 2:50am
6th Mar 2011 2:50am
two
hearing people say they will always be there for me and knowing it's complete bullshit. feeling alone in a crowded room. two things that you can get used to but will always hurt.
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Mar 2011 2:44am
6th Mar 2011 2:44am
I owe a million apologies and a million thank yous.
The depth of every word you once spoke now echos with the sound of leaving footsteps.
You are gone, I am gone.
We are lost in the vast space,
the space between trying to get back into place.
The sun behind every cloud we slept on has now faded, painted our time with guilt.
We are nothing, no thing.
Those days have been feeding off of dreams, dreams of the times where we could sit and stare and make things more beautiful than they really were.
I am always avoiding the chance to say I love you. I do not want to bear that silence. That sense of contact where we both...
You are gone, I am gone.
We are lost in the vast space,
the space between trying to get back into place.
The sun behind every cloud we slept on has now faded, painted our time with guilt.
We are nothing, no thing.
Those days have been feeding off of dreams, dreams of the times where we could sit and stare and make things more beautiful than they really were.
I am always avoiding the chance to say I love you. I do not want to bear that silence. That sense of contact where we both...
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