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Nov. 8th, 2012

me - blue

rinabell

Fragments

everything and everyone
since you

has been a poor reflection -
yes, yes, I know
we're done

but there are fragments left
behind in me

Nov. 5th, 2012

So far and no farther

feonua

Safe

I think, dear one,
Your poor fingers
Have rusted into that heart—
See now, how the blood doesn't pulse?

Flow, beat, don't you remember?

Yes, yes, I know
But sweetheart—
Stillness and safety
don't often share more
Than a letter

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Nov. 4th, 2012

me - castle

rinabell

If Only

Oh, I see:
This is my spinning, lonesome world,
Held together with rusting fingers, and
Dusty eyes and heart.

Because, of course, I can't see:
You, who are so golden and so good.
If only I could love the nice guys, the
Ones like you.
            Is that what you mean?

Nov. 3rd, 2012

So far and no farther

feonua

Black Credit

if talking were a sport
you'd have won eons ago—
something better than gold—
credit
platinum maybe, diamonds
that mythical black card
as limitless as your opinion
and with as many charges on my character—
which you know so well
seeing as we were only introduced minutes ago
and you have assessed my shoes
my skirt
my hair
since then
to your dissatisfaction
and of course
my refusal of your offered drink
just goes to show
all the ways
in which you are right
about everything

Nov. 2nd, 2012

me - castle

rinabell

A Lot

you make a lot of
promises for someone

       who's only just learnt
       to speak -

you have a lot to
say for someone

       who's just learnt
       my name
So far and no farther

feonua

Promises

Time
(they smile)
atones youth
if I wait
wait
wait

It dispels
(bespells?)
history—
uproots the seconds
(ours, all ours)
embedded
abandoned
like nails to rust

Time
(they promise)
will fix
heal
sanctify
the you left in me

As if
you hadn't smiled
and promised
enough

Oct. 25th, 2012

marit - if a song

rinabell

I Held My Breath

I held my breath in
Anticipation of us but

Sunk beneath the surface -
I couldn't rise without you.

Yes, we were so young - me
Especially, but you as well.

Oct. 21st, 2011

So far and no farther

feonua

Central

I was never central.

Your
thoughts and hopes
impressed elsewhere.

I didn’t mind.
Or at least pretended long enough to believe
I didn’t
Which also failed to impress—
my fortitude or lack thereof—
adding to your exasperation.

Odd how—
now it’s true—
I, un-minding and disinterested,
Am, of a sudden, the center
of your smile.

And since it is true
my smile back
is genuine.
It says—

Don’t hold your breath.

Mirrored from Deciduus.

Apr. 18th, 2011

So far and no farther

feonua

Concrete

A concrete desert, that’s what this is
as wind-whipped and skin peeling
but lacking sand’s flexibility

You are unimpressed and I
am tired.

You say, at least it’s not broken
these heavy parking lots to nowhere
uncracked, viable, and ever so—

Useful
a saved world of grimy spaces
for people who never show

Mirrored from Deciduus.

Jun. 17th, 2010

marit - if a song

rinabell

Past Tense and Present

It explains so much
when you turn, tense,
and speak of the past:

roads were hard to choose,
everything so made of concrete,
hard to breathe, so difficult to read.

Of course, of course:

people were so quick to declaim
against, hard to see, so inflexible,
everyone is too quick.

That was the past:

you admit it, shoulders and mouth
tense, and I will add, turning away,
what is the present.

What is … :
oh, I am so quick.

Originally published at Deciduus. You can comment here or there.

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