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Aeraie

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Hello and welcome to my thread! Here I will be posting more recent works of poetry that I have written. Feel free to give me feedback or post poems of your own! I figured that I would make a new thread since my old thread doesn't have much space left and consists of pieces that I wrote 3-5 years ago, and I have changed much as a writer since then.

Table of Contents

Page 1
1 - You're reading it!
2 - it's hard as so much is
3 - My Girlfriend Asked Me to Strip For Her
4 - The Deathly Chain
5 - Don't Think About This For Too Long
6 - Woolf
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19-Jul-2014 16:01:35 - Last edited on 07-Jan-2015 18:00:41 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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it's hard as so much is

Adapted from Lauren Jensen’s poem of the same name

worded quite poorly. raw. flawed. my best friend
tried to kill herself when i was seventeen,
guilt/numbness, numbness/guilt, as if
these things were part of the undeniable future
of the rest of our lives, sweaty sheets,
computer screen. when i think of my best friend i find myself
trying not to think about her emotions and then
i think about it even more.
how in a class that discussed *rhyme
and end-stopped lines,” our professor lectured
on the style of a poem
and how important it all is, but i find that
it doesn’t matter how many times a poem rhymes,
an arabesque without its attitude or art without ideas.
would “it’s hard as so much is” followed by
the style i haven’t yet mastered satisfy (you)
me? at times i forget how to feel happiness,
only express the form, only love what style
you tell us to write and there are so many parts of feeling/emotion,
emotion/feeling that go without notice and i think it’s because
most of the time i think that other people will judge me for
my writing too much. consider that (me ranting) you listening to
this right now may be wondering where the “purpose” is
and if this will eventually make sense, make you feel something,
but it won*t. but only because poems
are such a mess of words that i could piece together lines
like rows in a crayola box with a flamingo pink
crayon and a broken half of a sea foam green and a part
of the top of another and the other broken pieces
can be found, and it’s the “broken pieces* that i love the most
that cause pain, feel invalid. like the weeks
before my best friend washed down a five drug cocktail
and how her body felt pressed up against mine
and how she dug open the scars on her legs
and how her head nodded and told me she was fine.

19-Jul-2014 16:04:07

Aeraie

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My Girlfriend Asked Me to Strip for Her

My girlfriend asked me to strip for her, so I did.
First, I took off my pride. I wore it like a shawl to protect all my insecurities. She loved it.
I took off my shame. It hung around my legs, a thousand uncomfortable memories wound tight
like twine to hide my ability to be free and open. She loved it.
I took off my fear. They gripped my feet like stone slippers, hoping to keep me from ever leaping
as far as I was capable, often succeeding. She loved it.
Finally I took off my doubt. The doubt that was there so long it had become me.
I ripped it off revealing the flesh of my love for her and the bone-depth of my feelings for her and the blood that rushed for only her, forever.
She did*’t love that.
She left wearing my clothes.
I dressed for winter.

19-Jul-2014 16:06:17

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The Deathly Chain

A found poem mixing "The Chain" by Ingrid Michaelson and "The Deathly Hallows" by J.K. Rowling

The sky looks pissed
struggling to her feet
The wind talks back
in the wreckage
My bones are shifting in my skin
three red-headed men
And you my love are gone
wall had blasted apart

My room feels wrong
Harry grabbed Hermione's hand
The bed won't fit
staggered and stumbled
I cannot seem to operate
'No - no - no!'
And you my love are gone
'No! Fred! No!'

So glide away on soapy heels
Percy was shaking his brother
And promise not to promise anymore
Ron was kneeling beside them
And if you come around again
Fred's eyes stared without seeing
Then I will take, then I will take the chain from off the door

I'll never say that I'll never love
ghost of his last laugh
But I don't say a lot of things
still etched upon his face
And you my love are gone

19-Jul-2014 16:08:28

Aeraie

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Don't Think About This For Too Long

Do you ever wonder if
You died at some point and didn't realize it?
Because that question crosses my mind every
single day, leaving me wondering if
maybe I sped too fast through that red light and was
t-boned, maybe I did*’t look both ways before I crossed
the street, maybe that brown recluse bite really was the end
of me. Whatever it was, my soul can*t accept it, and
the afterlife is a steadfast denial of my own death,
and I have continued to believe this illustrious lie
Like a movie theater projectionist switching reels
I continued on without ever realizing what happened.
Now I’m stuck in this limbo and I can*t prove it, but there are
clues as to support my theory, like the fact that
I haven’t gained any weight even though I
Don’t play sports anymore but eat like I still do,
My contact prescription stopped worsening,
and I still have the same white fleck on my ring
finger. Shouldn’t that have grown out?
It’s as though everything stopped two years ago
and I have yet to accept the unvarnished truth.
Now my ambitions have changed and I have but
two goals now, to ignore the quiet screaming that
saturates my brain, and to continue to
Convince myself that I’m still alive.

19-Jul-2014 16:11:20

Aeraie

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Woolf

A found poem using three different sources -- Virginia Woolf's suicide note, and two separate passages from the novel The Hours.
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Dear Leonard,

I feel certain I am going mad again.
We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep.
I feel we can*t go through another of those terrible times.
most of us are slowly devoured by some disease,
And I shan’t recover this time.
To look life in the face, There's just this for consolation:
I am doing what seems the best thing to do.
You have given me the greatest possible happiness.
an hour here or there when our lives seem
to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined,
Always to look life in the face and to know it for what it is.
I can*t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life
I can*t even write this properly. I can*t read.
though everyone will know these hours will inevitably be followed by others,
At last to know it,
I owe all the happiness of my life to you.
Still, we cherish the city, the morning; we hope, more than anything, for more.
To love it for what it is, and then, to put it away.
If anybody could have saved me it would have been you.
Leonard.
Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness.
Always the years between us.
Heaven only knows why we love it so
Always the years.
I can*t go on spoiling your life any longer.
Always the love.
I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been.
Always the hours.
-- V.

19-Jul-2014 16:15:42 - Last edited on 07-Jan-2015 18:00:26 by Aeraie