nonsenseispoetry

[nonsenseispoetry]

i am suddenly face to face with delicate eyes like brown bottle glass full of fire (the hearth kind) (the kind inside my heart) you brush my gaze lightly with yours standing still, but the world is dancing

i a lady in pajama pants with a flushed collarbone you a gentleman in a hoodie we both in slumber party clothes

i am quiet behind the gauzy curtain of blaring music you are with the music it is your escort you are loud drown the rest of the discord out

i hold out a delicate hand peel back my lady glove lotion-softened skin (vaguely raspberry-scented) (with a flower painted in ballpoint pen, blossoming from beneath the sleeve)

you take it tenderly in yours your fingers as gentle-lace as i remember i can't remember where we are choir game night or a ball? you bring the arching curve of my wrist closer

i, a princess you, a prince or perhaps we just some stupid high schoolers who may or may not be in love

i hold my breath face demurely masked (not the masquerade half) so that nobody might see how i draw my lower lip beneath my teeth

you don't break the silken thread between our gazes the press as light as early silver dawn or the sound of clinking glasses against the back of my hand warm, and lingering, and gently firm, and it leaves a mark

i am left with the stamp beneath my lady glove FEB 04 / 2022 an obsolete date stamped on the hands and arms and necks and a few foreheads (as a joke) (stupid high schoolers are like this) you placed it on my skin precious as a kiss.

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[nonsenseispoetry]

WE are the poets of Tumblr. Every single one of you has impacted me over these years and I wouldn’t be the writer I am without your support. But our writing community is struggling… partly because of decisions of Tumblr, partly because of collective hurt in the world the past few years. I cannot bear to see anyone else disappear. Our community needs CPR… And it will NOT come from a Tumblr update or a lift of banned tags. We need clear and immediate triage, for blogs cut off from support, and that will come from US. Let us show new writers what it was like to walk into Tumblr years ago.

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[nonsenseispoetry]

You wander down the same old street, same old drab you see everyday, concrete that remains unchanged

save for the footsteps ingrained,

and the cigarette butts scattering in the wind; today's revenants were yesterdays vagabonds, and you keep asking the empty air, why

are you even there...

I watch you wander, watch you try to dislocate, hide in your earphones and all the gray tones, tinged in regret and unknowing how to be anything but

shadow and decay...

You wander down the same old road, a heart that'd forgotten how to beat, yet it still bleeds, leaves a trail, crimson tears on that same old pavement, as it yearns

to burn again, to learn again...

If I could only tell you it'd be ok, tell you that you'll fly again, that I don't believe our wings ever truly wither, sit beside you on that curb you used to kick and point out all the colors that you've missed,

cause life, is but to be

in the moment.

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[nonsenseispoetry]

If you should fall in love with me  I want my friend the moon to see  So please  darling kiss me under the stars.  She’s been here since the very start  She watched you steal my fragile heart So please darling  take me away from the streetlamps  and suburbs  and bright passing cars.

If our story should come to a fairytale end The trees ought to know, for they are my friends So please darling kiss me in the woods. They’ve cradled me when I was in the most pain And washed me clean with their pounding rain So please darling take us away from the highways and houses-  I would if I could. 

If your heart and the cosmos should chance to align It’s a favor from the stars, who are dear friends of mine So please darling kiss me under the sky.  It’s sent the sun to dry my tears And clouds of cotton to soothe my fears So please darling let’s run away from the brick walls and ceilings and finally fly. 

And if you don’t fall in love for all to see At least my friend the moon will be here for me So please  darling let’s live out our story under rain clouds and tree boughs and my best friends, the stars. 

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[nonsenseispoetry]

keep flying

Did you ever regret poor Juliet deciding that he was the one? Did the rays feel as warm as a kiss Icarus When you flew too close to the sun? 

And Eurydice My love, tell me How you became a tragedy You had your gleaming chance- Tell me, did you trip When you tried to dance? 

For all of us, the truth- Love is red Gorgeous as blood The color of anger Passion Fear A rose's bud The truth- We'd all like to fall See it from above, see it all, see it all Feel the wind in our hair, The sun's glare, Feel alive, Stir the air, Put our hearts out plain and streaming and breathtakingly fair, for once to care, 

-nobody wants to crash on the rocks. 

but we keep flying even as our wings melt. We fly for the glorious things we've felt.

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[nonsenseispoetry]

beautiful things

I have seen every beautiful thing Seen the world blossom and the sunshine sing I have stood atop a mountain, watched the clouds split So the sky can meet the rolling emerald woods. And I'd trade it all away if I could.

You must understand, I've watched rivers weave and dance And crash through iridescence, painting rainbows just by chance I've seen glittering snow and flames warm as a kiss Heard the oldest, sweetest melodies ring true. And I'd trade it all away, this instant, just for the instant I shared tonight with you.

A note was all it took, meant for me to just pretend That all my shining love for you was only that of a friend I wrote it simply, sweetly, using words to tame my heart My words helped the color to fade. But I'd trade them all away just to see, one more time, the face you made.

Hand over heart Note in your hand Fingers pressed to your lips And your eyes Oh your eyes played a symphony.

My name was lovely in the color of your voice Said two separate times- twice as much I could rejoice The world fell away around us, just to hear you speak Our show was shining brighter than before. But I'd trade it all away for you to breathe my name once more.

Hand over heart Note in your hand Fingers pressed to your lips And your eyes Oh your eyes played a symphony.

I have seen countless beautiful things But none as gorgeous as when you sing I have stood atop a mountain, watched the clouds split- oh to hell with it I love you. And for a moment A beautiful moment You saw, in some way Me loving you.   Of all the things in the world If all the stars and flowers were laid out unfurled I'd choose you I'd choose you I'd trade it all away and choose you

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[nonsenseispoetry]

the trampoline

the night is losing its youth in favor of delicate frailty soft grey clouds pass across the moon. i've begun to give up hope that you'll notice me soon. in the corner of the hostess's yard there sits a trampoline so as the party dims to gentle light we gather there, quietly, packed in tight some friends and I lay side by side and watch the clouds roll. 

we speak in hushed voices, with few words and careful choices crafting a fragile moment from the hour we have left. more people join us. they are the popular ones, some of them the talented, the pretty somehow, we all start to talk about feeling left out turns out it's a feeling not a one of us is without. so we put our feet in the center and form a circle. "we're all together now" we say. i can't pick out the popular ones the talented, the pretty they all look the same soft quiet smiling. 

in the corner of the hostess's yard you find our trampoline and you enter the scene. your words usually sound like sunlight but now, softer, quieter, smiling, they're more like the stars on a gorgeous night. (like tonight.) you sit down next to me. our feet cross in the center. and someone softly asks, "how are we all feeling?" this might have sent us reeling, but tonight mouths open your lips part and i gaze for a glimpse at your heart.

"i don't feel anything" you say softly, quietly, smile fading. well, as long as we're not masquerading- i speak up.   "i feel everything"

nobody else speaks. there is a soft blush in my heart and vulnerability in my cheeks.

my hands lay across my knees and softly quietly so softly you cover them with yours. "give me your feelings" you say (you readers may  think i'm making this up- no, truly it went this way)  "give me your feelings" softly quietly smiling it's a joke but

is it? 

"i would if i could" you already took everything i might have felt- and god your hands are so warm i could melt. 

in the corner of the hostess's yard cradled by a trampoline i hold your hand. breathing softly, quietly, smiling i try to slow time like honey and your touch is smooth and sunny. it doesn't last forever. but it lasts it lasts

in the corner of the hostess's yard in a rusty trampoline we all lay shoulder to shoulder the ones like me, and the ones like you- the popular ones the talented, the pretty and the trampoline is our own silent, softly singing city our voices send the clouds on their slowly rolling way. all i want is to stay and listen to you- and i do i do i do. 

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[nonsenseispoetry]

scattered

scattered- instantly-

where was i?

my laptop is open my cursor is blinking but i'm no longer thinking he took my thoughts with him down the hall as he passed. strolling by, not too fast probably on the way back to class. i am running on too little sleep and too many promises to keep and in the midst of it all, in my hour of need, there he was. passing by like an afterthought.

what was i doing again?

every time i see him i call it a sign. as if every time i glimpse him was by fate's design. he was smiling down at something and oh, that smile-! like the dawn's early light glaring through the window, all too bright leaving spots in my sight and yet i can't look away- it's some kind of proof that there's some meaning in this day.

i need to focus- he's only a distraction. just a distraction.

i failed a chemistry test and i blame him completely.

at least today at lunch he won't be there. so i won't have to keep myself from turning my head to stare lest my love seep out- i know my friends would taste it on the air. i feel guilty, in a way for dropping conversations when he says something just a bit too loudly and my eyes turn cloudy from gazing into his starry skies.

"i don't know, what do you think?" i think he just might be the one? i don't remember what the question was-

it's like love poems pour from my pen of their own accord whenever i'm the slightest bit bored leaving my poor teachers forsaken and ignored. at least it looks like i'm taking notes- really i'm writing them notes i'd never send unless the world was going to end they're all to him. poems scrawled across an incomplete worksheet on a whim. chemistry? what about our chemistry?

there is a silver lining, though

the attention that i lose is repaid ten times through when the director calls places in two- "thank you, two!" his voice rings clear over his mic and focus finally strikes. the stage, i think, is his one true love and i give it my entire heart devoting myself to our art when the spotlight hits, he is gone. there's only a fellow actor and the steps tattooed on my soul and the notes of the song.

our love story becomes those that play out on stage those that love, and lose, and love again wearing the faces of our friends it's all that matters. til the curtain closes and my thoughts once again scatter

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[nonsenseispoetry]

the touchstone on the drama room door

the touchstone on the drama room door is four pieces of paper fastened with hot pink duct tape. one is a sign for good luck and best wishes god knows how old. i think that story is no longer told. when i touch it i can feel the caress of the fingers that touched it before. everyone who's passed through the drama room door. some people signed it- nobody here remembers them anymore. one is a magazine cover- not a real magazine cover- we had a batch printed out for the show. this is a story I'll always know. this magazine ties me to the people whose hands brush mine as we touch the sign. exposé it says on the cover. to me that word will always be a tango onstage and a tango backstage and the calling card of the boy i love. the other two are pages from a real magazine- someone ripped them out clean and pinned them up like an afterthought. they're about us some magazine made a big fuss they have pictures from before dress rehearsals and before i fell in love with him. i don't recognize myself without the yearning. (is that a little concerning?) i look pretty, though and he looks like the star of the show. in the picture, my friends and i are laughing. they reach over my shoulder to touch it, their hands overlapping mine.

the touchstone that hangs on the drama room door is four pieces of paper fastened with hot pink duct tape and they mean so much more we drama kids are a superstitious bunch; i keep an elephant bracelet in my breast pocket and a tiny brass charm in my belt buckle and three pieces of mic tape a friend of mine blessed on my character shoes. i never believed in a god but i believe in things i can touch and decorate my life with and i believe in the people who haunt this drama room like ancestral spirits telling you you're home. we are home. i keep these things on my person as we go onstage and i keep the touchstone under my fingers and i keep the feeling of his warm touch on my shoulder where i last felt it and with these as my armor and my charms i take up my arms and i take the spotlights with the people who haunt this drama room by my side.

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[nonsenseispoetry]

a love letter to a place that breathes

I know it, deep down There's a place I need to go back to Where the stars are unbridled Not trapped in someone's eyes Where the days feel round And the nights feel glassy smooth like the mirror of the lake A long walk I need to take I need to breathe with the trees For my own sake

The gravel will feel steady As it crunches soft beneath me Tracing paths laid down by others Those who built that ageless town Where the woodstove's always ready And the fire burns affection like the warmth of an embrace Where there's kindness in each face I need to be where I am wanted Find my place

I know it's a long time coming There's a home I need to reclaim Where love is plain and simple Love is a caringly cooked hot meal Where the world's too slow for running And each evening strolls beside me with the children of our street Their youthful laughs are sweet I need to lead them, hand in hand, back home And be complete

The thunderstorms sing welcome Softly, over a plucked guitar The cards will be waiting on our table With a slice of freshly baked pie And though I visit seldom Those gentle days are approaching, where the only worry is whether we'll win Or meet defeat with a grin I need to laugh with my family once again Erase what I've been

I know it, deep down There's a place I need to go back to Where games are simple and lighthearted And hearts aren't on the line When I leave this town I'll leave the socialite's tapestry with it, let them weave and weave and weave In the dead of night, I'll leave I need the road to take me where there's rhythm in the treetops And flowers in the breeze A love letter from everything that breathes

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[nonsenseispoetry]

own the world

My love We could own the world, You and I.   All the stars in the sky Already belong to you- I could too

And, my love We could grace forests of tile and brick Or a ballroom of pine needle carpet, well-trodden and thick With the steps of a dance Hand on my waist Hand on your shoulder We could hold each other closer as the nights get colder

My love, we could stand on a mountaintop Watch the stars- our stars- as they drop One by one. And I could hold your hand And cover it with kisses when your fingers get numb. Even as we grew old together We could stay young

My love, boy of my dreams I never thought I'd say Something so horribly cliche But the world is shifting, it seems In your future there is radiance And in mine, the comforting darkness of home. Why not place your moon in my night sky? You could reach, I think Together, we could fly We could lie On my grandmother's lawn Entwined in the grass Surrounded by flowers And the world, my love, Could be ours

My love We could own the world Take it and cup it in our hands And bury our toes in the sands And lose our way wandering inside a kiss, But it wouldn't matter All we would need is this Even if we lost our way, it wouldn't matter There would be no fuss If the world belonged to us

Oh, but we're lost now Tangled in a forest unfamiliar Not yet a home And destined to roam Find me, reach out your hand, take mine And the world will be ours in time

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[nonsenseispoetry]

stage makeup

No Hold on I almost have it I say to the mirror, makeup wipe in hand

I look prettier now With my skin wiped smooth and bare And the ghosts of dark lines around my eyes Than I did before I hurriedly painted on my stage makeup

The gentle softness of my smudged reflection Means something- Hold on I almost have it

I am more hopeful now With my heart wiped smooth and bare And the ghosts of every kiss I'll ever miss around my eyes Than I was before I went and thrust myself headlong into six ill-fated loves and a seventh to be seen

It is better to have loved and lost Than to never have knelt across from him to apply my mascara in the first place

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[nonsenseispoetry]

words

Words are my weapon of choice Though the choice of words can be narrow Pickings slim, The finished picture on the page often grim Lacking color, mute without its voice

A pencil or a pen stabbed through the heart of the page In a moment of rage And the life would drain out of an unfinished poem if it had life to begin with. Instead there's just a crumpled sheet Forever incomplete With a hole through the center.

I keep my words in their sheath Around him. Careful not to slice the softness of his skin. But tangled up in covers at night By candlelight I hack my bedroom all to bits To find my beating heart beneath. Words are the weapon I train with day, By day, By day, For when I master swordplay I'll press the tip of my blade to his chest and win his heart.

Words Words are a weapon that must be polished Carefully kept Words are a weapon, but even weapons can be artful I could carve his face in blood for you. What words would ring true?

brilliant Perhaps; carefree soft But soft isn't the right word, soft like pillows in a giggling fight Like gently wielded weapons Does that sound right? radiant Every word that feels correct Is just another word for light. lucas, In fact, Means just that Bringer of light.

He was named well.

Even the taste of his name Is sweet on my tongue. Some words taste sweet. And words with flavor can make a poem (or an arsenal) Complete. The word apricity For example Means the warmth of the sun in winter But it tastes like his voice The words he spills when we rejoice Isn't it just on the tip of your tongue? The words to describe him, elusive and fine Are on the tip of mine.

Dagger strapped to my thigh I shift the folds of my gown in each moment between him and I Always ready To draw a blade Til his heart has been swayed And my love betrayed I have words tucked in my pockets and in my makeup bag and my character shoes. They shouldn't be hard to lose. I think he's stealing them, because He always leaves me speechless.

I keep an arrow nocked To send through his heart But when we speak, it tears my aim apart And instead of "Lucas, you were amazing tonight" or "you absolutely killed it!" I give him a faint "Good job" And I send the arrow through the center of an unfinished poem instead I should have thought ahead But now I have another crumpled sheet Forever incomplete With a hole through the center.

Words are my weapon of choice So I have no choice but to stay up all night Weaving my words with grace, Painting words on my face, Dressing in the words I want to give him And twirling my saber as the dawn comes over this wordless hell Until I wield it well Until my words can hold him fast and send a hail of arrows through his heart.

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[nonsenseispoetry]

the perfect storm

The perfect storm is on the horizon And I am done with calling it poetry. The blood in beautiful ruby-scarlet has dried brown, brown, brown, like his eyes, her eyes. I can no longer feel in rhymes Or scream at the rain in four-four time I'm done with calling it poetry.

On the way to the wake we drove through the rain And a car whizzed by with a license plate that said SOON. I couldn't sleep that night, I had just fallen for him I thought this was foreshadowing But all there was were shadows in the wings and on the highway and in the school lobby where they took my best friend away from the stage, in her bitter mascara tears.

Also, my aunt was dead. (Well, actually, she's still dead But sometimes I forget Because I don't want to watch the scene again; A mother burying her daughter in a wild garden of brilliant blooms, all rain-beaten and dying.)

"May she dance in sunlight forever," my mother wrote in the eulogy. I hope my best friend dances Alone in her room, and I hope she manages to keep her family away Because what they won't do with their hands They will make up for with an iron maiden of words. Luckily she is an iron maiden too But she is melting Melting Melting The blistering sun beats down on her even in a perfect storm.

How can you call this poetry?

And lightning Lightning Lightning! There is no perfect storm without lightning. Lightning crackles when he looks at me. Or when I look at him. But lightning strikes when he brushes their hair out of their eyes, Presses his forehead to theirs, And all I can think of is his brown, brown, brown eyes. I should be thinking about her. She should be here! She's afraid of lightning I'm not. I would let it strike me, I would stand on top of the world for him to press his forehead to mine And she's scared of lightning. She should still be here! She loves the rain and I'd give up the lightning for her.

I say that. Would I?

The cast and crew are getting restless And there is no dark and stormy night Without the house and stage lights blacking out. Rain still beats down, Rain on roofs, Character shoes on tiled floors, Rain washing away the eyeliner she did for me Because I don't know how. Lightning strikes! Even when he's not here I can see it out my window And it lights up my bedroom.

I could ask him to do my eyeliner But it feels like a betrayal Because lightning She's scared of lightning She likes the rain and the sun- may she dance in sunlight forever.

I love him I miss her I love her I want him We are all breaking a sweat in the cold rain And hoping the audience of opening night will bring umbrellas The perfect storm is coming And it is no longer poetry Just thunder Lightning Sunshine And rain Rain rain

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[nonsenseispoetry]

just tired

When we're onstage, the lights glare down upon us Hot and violent backstage it is silent someone sleeps, someone weeps there are murmurs like an actor's lullaby

indiscriminate, we rest on neighboring shoulders draped on tile floors heads turn towards the stage doors whispers rouse, shake off the drowse Birds alight to join the run crew in the wings

Feet are blistering, crammed in three-inch high heels Ankles flexed who will slip them off next pajama pants, barefoot dance sweatshirts folded on the floor beneath our heads

voices hushed, water sipped for soothing headaches he shakes his head drifting like he's half-dead in some embrace, he finds his place "are you okay?" somebody asks- there's no reply

we're all fine, really just a little tired

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[nonsenseispoetry]

her name is empathy

there is an abhorrent force tugging away at my beating heart tearing me limb from limb apart an angel with heavy white wings who shrieks as much as she sings and her name is empathy.

there is a delicate shadow tugging me into your thoughts turning my head when you're distraught teaching me what it means to be fragile creeping around us, sweet, mean, and agile and her name is empathy.

there is a ray of sunlight falling out from between your lips swaying the world when your feelings tip coaxing our laughter, drawing my smile tying me to your downfall all the while and her name is empathy.

there is a thread of joy tuning me in to your desire lending me warmth when you sit by the fire whispering all that you withstand sending off sparks when you clasp my hands and her name is empathy.

there is a blinded storm pounding me with everyone's tears an exposé of their dreams and fears eyeless, forcing me to feel tearing down walls meant to conceal and her name is empathy.

there is a weight waiting to fall leeching color from your face scattering everything out of place sucking your joy from the air leaving quiet worry there making your voice sound unsteady when you need me, I'll be ready putting sorrow in your song I don't even know what's wrong but it hurts you hurt so I hurt. there's a knot that's holding me fast and her name is empathy.

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[nonsenseispoetry]

love letter

I wrote a love letter once and sent it to a boy I thought I loved. it was beautiful. it was a garden full of flowers words blossoming, carefully tended my friends helped to sow the seeds, and in sun I watched them bloom. and when I wrote the love letter when I sent it to the boy I thought I loved he told me my flowers were beautiful, but he didn't care to stay.

I showed him out with a smile and then I set fire to my garden and watched flaming petals rain from the sky.

then I met you and you gave me a rose; you give everyone roses you grow roses from the pockets of your jeans. I took the smile and the compliment the rose and let myself get drunk on the scent. you love everyone, your kindness rains on everyone, and yet, I held it up to the moon and fancied your eyes were glowing just for me.

turns out even the ashes of flowers can grow them afresh. my friends liked to laugh that I'd never love again but they knew me and now I knew you and we all knew it wasn't true. I started smelling roses wherever I went.

sometimes when my eyes land on you across the room (how couldn't they? with all the scarlet, deep ruby of your roses) I watch you radiate affection watch you give laughter, hugs, a dance that leaves you in giggles watch everyone you know return it watch them clasp your hands, compliment you, retie your tie the flowers you give are brilliant to see even when they aren't for me.

I'm writing love letters now and saving them for someone I'm sure I love. they are beautiful. they are a lifetime of flowers blossoming from under my skin, painful but pretty I can't breathe without becoming dizzy from the scent and I crafted this garden, wound through my hair and between my lips and knotted around my soul all on my own, using only a handful of ashes and a single red rose. and as I write these love letters and save them for you, whom I love I wonder if you'd find my flowers beautiful, even dare to hope you would. although, even if you're allergic to flowers, living in a garden alone isn't a bad way to be.

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