The Three Dimensions of You by CloudNumber8, literature
Literature
The Three Dimensions of You
Although I am not a wise man
Let it be known that I do have the privilege to see
Something that you can not
The beauty of your face three-dimensionally
Artists put down your brushes
Your strokes can't do justice to the contours of her frame
And poets put down your pen
No verse could describe the light that shines behind her name
Although I am not a wise man
Let it be said that I do have the privilege to see
Your beauty as it outruns time
With each passing year in three hundred and sixty degrees
Artists stop mixing your oils
No colour will come close to matching the shades of her skin
And poets close your note books
As to describe he
i think you are lovely.
but i am not in love with you,
and by the fifth time you catch my eye and look
away just as quickly, i realize
that i cannot will myself into being so.
if love were as simple as a field of flowers,
i swear i would pick you a bouquet
of daises, and make sure that every petal you
picked off ended with ‘she loves me’.
if love were as reliable as the sun,
i would never stand so far away from you that our
shadows did not touch.
if love were as predictable as the weather,
i swear i would spend every storm
kissing you in the rain.
if love were as fair as Lady Justice
i would tie a scarf around my eyes
and sp
i have heard that every woman
is either ophelia or the queen,
either too much or not enough,
either drowning or swimming, either
dying from grief of living with guilt.
but i have run past enough finish
lines in my life to know that sometimes
you give up and sometimes you keep
going until your legs hurt and your
lungs bleed.
what i mean is that i used to forget
that there once was
a version of me that did not
know the twelve shades of blue in
your eyes or what words to use
to describe them.
what i mean is that i still catch myself
thinking about that time i saw
you singing in your kitchen with your
hair down, dancing around to the radio
you tell me on a thursday that you can’t find
the god inside of yourself anymore, that
you think that you are finally
too much honeycomb and not enough human
because lately everything has been slipping
through your fingers, and you don’t know how you can
keep holding yourself together anymore.
if today is the day that you look
at the stars and you no longer
feel their burn beneath your bones,
i will show you the blanket i tried to make
when i was eight, and i will tell you all i know
about the string theory, which isn’t much, i admit,
but i do know the basics,
and that’s that everything in the universe
is composed
Ten Things I Know to be True by 1nkl1ng, literature
Literature
Ten Things I Know to be True
1. the sky isn't really blue. it's a bit more complicated than that.
2. truth is complicated, too. i figured this out the day i walked out the double wooden doors of my parents' church for the last time; they survived so many things with this cross that they can't see how heavy it lies on my shoulders. when i gave my mom all my rosaries she cried. my dad didn't say much but we used to discuss things, used to talk about the stories in the bible. what was true and what was art, how genesis is written like a poem, how hyperbole is a kind of truth. i talked about those things in literature class but it wasn't the same. they tried to get me to go
i am still in love with the idea of you; with happy endings,
or no endings, and the curve of your belly pressed to me
when the days are not as soft as your skin. i'm still in love
with the idea of you standing in a bow tie with crinkling eyes,
watching me twirl in a white dress, fingers ringed, cake had
and eaten too. i'm still in love with the way you brush your hands
over your guitar, trying to learn a new song, or singing me
the oldest song you know. (the oldest song i know
has no words; just the rhythm of my blood
as we melt together, becoming between covers
something other than ourselves- something
better.)
i am still in love with the i
things to take to college by MisfitableGrae, literature
Literature
things to take to college
1. between the two of us, we have eaten miles
of pavement, we have spent months pressing
the same four wheels into the ground.
whenever you need to, follow those tracks again.
they will lead you back home.
2. there are songs i only figured out how to sing
with you beside me. even now, the words
sound awkward in my throat.
the notes are wrong. i’m not sure what makes
something sacred, but words like that
i only know how to sing with a quiet
reverence i can’t seem to find anymore.
3. i am good at writing poems that convince
people to stay. i don’t know how to write
a poem to someone that i know is going to leave
no matter