For Love Or Nothing: A Collection Of Typos And Favorites

7/30/2019 For Love Or Nothing: A Collection Of Typos And Favorites

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L E A V E Y O U A P E N

F O R L O V E O R N O T H I N G:

A collection of typos & favorites


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I N D E X

SIGNAL SIGNS CIGARETTE EVERY NOW AND THEN THIS TIME YOU ARE MY FAVORITE TALENT 3 A.M. GIRL THIS POETRY FOREVER WORDS; POSSESSION FLOWER IN A FALLING VASE THE MENTOR NO PLACE TO HIDE HOPEFUL ROMANTIC WALLFLOWER LA ZONA UNFOLLOWED TORN BOYS WHO WRITE POETRY MERECER CATCHING


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WE ARE DEEP

IN WHAT

MAKES US WRITERS


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SIGNAL SIGNS

Silent vibrations running

up your nerves to tell your

brain a secret, her touch is

something unlike

anything youve

experienced before.

Unable to react, subtle to

subtract the sensation.

You begin to feel alive

with the slight signal signs

coming from her feel.


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CIGARETTE

This lonely cigarette

burning itself out, he knows

the consequences he brings

to his smoker which is why

he sits alone on this

desk. Its not his fault he

was born a cigarette. He can

only look on watching as he

gets shortened, the

passion ablaze inside

him. Wise little cigarette

knows his end is near. Wise

little cigarette your end is

nearly here.


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EVERY NOW AND THEN

Every now and then Ill always

be reminded about the

struggles that brought us here

to this very place. Every now

and then Ill remind myself

there still so many struggles to

overcome. But every now and

then Ill forget about the

struggling and reflect on what

it was I fought for Every now

and then I wonder about her

and what I would do for her

warmth.


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THIS TIME

Currently within these hours I begin

to seep down into my disgrace

and the clocks bring me back to a

place where I shouldnt exist.Ive

seen your face shining against the

light and its a feeling beyond my

body. I have tried to forget the sight

but it is so unforgiving. One step

away sets us apart from eternity and

the happiness I deserve. Those little

seconds that complete a life are

missing from the countdown to the

end. I am lost in the distance from

you.


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YOU ARE MY FAVORITE TALENT

I see you moving your pen, as it

swoops and loops and twirls in your

hand. Dancing on that clean sheet,

spelling out your emotional insignia.

Your sensations trap in a jar for

everyone to look at. Your bliss

infused, your felicity woven, and

your message tangled in a web of

metaphors. Every period is a breath

in; as a new word starts I

ready myself for the next dive of

poetic pleasure.


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3 A.M. GIRL

If youre afraid of pulling your life

together, I wish you werent because

I am here, maybe a million miles

away but I am here, I can be afraid

with you. I wish you could cry into

me. Maybe we can pull through

together. Or we can just wait until

this life blossoms. I would love to see

you go on, it would make me feel

better even if I do get left behind, to

see you smile would be enough. I

wish I can tell you this in person but

this is enough.


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THIS POETRY

These words that cant stop being

for you, youre an endless piece of

lyric that continues in my heart,

something that says youll be here

forever, this poetry is your

beauty, an endless forest that I

cannot seem to escape from, this

poetry doesnt seem to quit, it

doesnt give up on you or your

love, it continues to be for you,

someone I gave up on along

time ago.


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FOREVER WORDS; POSSESSION

Her name is all that I see when I write

these letters. Her soul takes control of my

hands and her sensations enter my mind,

and they write out these lyrics, words that I

call forever. Born from anothers heart,

they escape to fill out these promised

poems. She is the reason, the singularity of

my love, my faulted hopes. She is the color

of my dreams and the whisper of

my conscious, her touch is my religion,

her body my knowledge to study, her

mind is than the cosmos, a vast beauty

from which there is no god, only

her. And it is only her for which these

words belong; I dedicate my souls

scriptures to her, the iristhat grows from

inside of me.


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FLOWER IN A FALLING VASE

People saw you as this flower, as if they could see

you in color, touch you in gentle strokes and smell

you in as this rosy perfume. And I saw you the same

way except I saw you completely, your colors were

lively so vibrant, longing to exist and be seen, your

feel was smooth and rolling, your curves never

ended, but your aroma was intoxicating, an essence

that just drew me in, sweet in honey, light in sensual

taste, just perfect. I saw you as this dainty flower, but

I also saw you were fused to this heavy black ivy

vase. Your feet were always in troubled waters, you

fed on the sunshine of smiles and you grew so lovely

and so proud as flower should, but you were falling

my dear, and soon enough as that vase touched the

ground it shatter into a million glassy thorns, all of

them missing your skin, your sensitivity, and in

the midst of all of this chaos you hit the ground

gracefully like an angel falling to earth but sure

enough you began to die. Your color, your feel,

your taste were all drowning in the waters you

thrived on. You basked in the thought of others, not

one of them thought of picking you back up, and

fixing the broken pieces.


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THE MENTOR

I am solely interested in the beauty of others, a

humble admirer of the truly unobtainable, the

dog chasing cars, a flightless bird looking up

towards the heavens ever wondering what its

like to fly. Though my orphaned words seek

guidance and your attention they had a

mother once, a light that shined through

them, and a depth they reached. In love with

her I almost fell, her ease, her allure, I wanted

her lips, her words. But she ciphered for

another, took me for granted and left me

abandoned, her eager student, betrayed and

left to crumble under his own weight. Now

bitter enemies; my mother, my boss, you left

us, myself, my poems.


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NO PLACE TO HIDE

Darling, I often ask if you can still hear me,

breathing, sighing. I have been quite silent in my

corner, I dont know how to explain you, my

secrets, the temptations, what I still am; the

twenty two year old sickly, unrequited,

inexperienced hypocritical poser poet from

Jersey. I solemnly admit I do become what I

think others see in me, and the opinion is

shallow, depressed, deprived, unwelcome. I dont

know if you can hear this but my world, the way

I unimaginatively perceive it to be, is getting

much smaller, time slips away into routine, colors

bleed to dull. Life seems to fade into a cozy coma

without you, dearest. And though things only

seem to be getting hopelessly tighter, these

liberating conversations into the nothingness, that

I badly believe you can hear, is what sets me free.

Into you, thats where I am, hidden, protected,

fulfilled.


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HOPEFUL ROMANTIC

We all belong to someone.

Most of us are just well hidden

in what makes us cower. But

out there, in the vastness of

your fears, your soul mate

breathes the same air as you,

waiting for a day that sees a

wandering heart beating just a

tiny bit braver under the sun;

unknowingly waiting for that

someone to be you.


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WALLFLOWER

I act as if someones pushing

right up against my desk; eagerly

waiting to read what each

sentence has to say about them

next, imagining what viscous

words the pen has spun together

into a trapping web; just

fancying to be caught between

them. I hardly ever delay

gratification, and for years Ive

been venting to such a person,

one thats not quite there.


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LA ZONA

Im tired of sleeping in a divided bed,

the weighs of sorrow and loneliness

keeping me to my side, awake from the

disquiet in my mind. I am not a

number but for a person so split into

two I feel terribly odd, awkwardly off.

Last night I strained my heart when I

apologized to my soul for living like

this; its just that in the eyes of comfort

there are no obligating reasons for more

than how things are. Forgiveness

shouldnt be a strength measured in

what you can pull; it should be limitless

like a sweet dream. And yet awake I

am, vexed by the notion of how

generally weak Ive become


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UNFOLLOWED

(this user is not following you.)

How is anyone not supposed

to fall in love with you?

Youre the right parts broken

and the best parts unknown.

My curiosity is in a hunger,

but I cant keep following

you like a stray dog home;

youre so kept in and Im

begging outside your door

whining to know more.

Because you are you,

beautiful.


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TORN

I want to live a modestly invisible

life, far away from most things. Yet

there is something compulsively

wrong with my nature and I long to

be seen, heard by the masses. But

what do I have to say, to give?

These attributes split me sporadically

down the middle as if a heart broken

unevenly in two. Because I live in

utter dishonesty; unhidden, but

conveniently put away. Because this

world is scary and it has hurt me;

and I think thats okay to say to

something you want to fall in love

with.


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BOY WHO WRITE POETRY

To the boys who write poetry.

Who have much to say but take

the extra step and watch their

words grow into roses and

galleries for the ones they love.

Who speak with pens and

ciphers. To these boys with

thorns at their sides, who pain

with sentences and bleed with

similes, whod rather rip a page,

than a heart. To them as they sit

in the quiet, wishing they were,

wishing who knew.


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MERECER

I want to read you, not look at you in a

desiring manner, not in crave. There is

much more to you than your visual beauty

leads to believe. The truth is a bit deeper,

less obvious. You dont seem to give much

away in your touch, your taste but whats

there is teasingly hinted in your

grammatical performance. Youre much

prouder in your balladry; you show it off

graciously more so than your own curves.

Your words in me are a form of your sex. I

find myself wanting it more when youre

in your lyrical state because its simply a

glimpse to your divine. Youre barer than

nude. The intimacy, its textured lovingly;

you deserve to be read, to be savored, to

be felt under a different light.


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CATCHING

Tell me of your favorite book, tell me

about it, something about you I would

never find written in the passages of

your diary. I want to share a deeper

connection, perhaps find your laughter

in the cunning paragraphs of your

adoring author. Can we fall in love

with a middleman? I think so, I think

we can be so much more to ourselves

with the words of another keeping us

apart. So tell me, what book makes you

cringe, what story makes you cry,

laugh, live, hurt a little and experience

it the most, because I want to be able to

do the same things to you too.


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For Love Or Nothing: A Collection Of Typos And Favorites