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Too many dreams,
trapped between the lines on faded paper;
together, they're thrown,
spent and wasted for, day and night
those hopes fall from your lips,
broken by this reality.
And this, this is how reality
treats you, devouring your dreams.
I'm wishing for a tender kiss from your lips
as I look at the sorrow-letter soaked into this paper
empty of my memories of you, of who you are. And each lonely night
is spent cursing you - you, on your dais atop your throne.
You had me thrown;
like a child you can't understand my reality,
where I was a damsel and you a knight:
a partnership, a joining of fantasy, a romance of dreams
kept only in tomes on aged parchment paper
with tales of sweet girls and their blood-red lips.
Girls so unlike me and my full pink lips -
lips that never speak but only throw
sorrows and desperate wishes and words down on lined paper
to keep close a fallacy, my precious reality.
But these wishes, these hopeless dreams,
they will fester today, tomorrow, tonight.
And yes, this very night
these lying smiling lips
will form the telling of a dying dream
(of a girl cruelly thrown
from her frail surreal reality),
reduced to ashes, like written passion-fire burning paper
hearts. Each relationship, each lover, is chronicled on this notebook's paper.
I express my love every night
that you talk to me, remind me of collapsed realities,
of those lies, of each kiss that you placed on my lips.
It was just a game of pretend - you, a king high on his throne
allowing me to fall in love, to fall asleep, to live within a dream.
Cutting pain in my paper heart, one last time on my lips
you let me relive those nights where, before I was thrown
away, my reality was not a dream.
© 2010 Maria Daniels
trapped between the lines on faded paper;
together, they're thrown,
spent and wasted for, day and night
those hopes fall from your lips,
broken by this reality.
And this, this is how reality
treats you, devouring your dreams.
I'm wishing for a tender kiss from your lips
as I look at the sorrow-letter soaked into this paper
empty of my memories of you, of who you are. And each lonely night
is spent cursing you - you, on your dais atop your throne.
You had me thrown;
like a child you can't understand my reality,
where I was a damsel and you a knight:
a partnership, a joining of fantasy, a romance of dreams
kept only in tomes on aged parchment paper
with tales of sweet girls and their blood-red lips.
Girls so unlike me and my full pink lips -
lips that never speak but only throw
sorrows and desperate wishes and words down on lined paper
to keep close a fallacy, my precious reality.
But these wishes, these hopeless dreams,
they will fester today, tomorrow, tonight.
And yes, this very night
these lying smiling lips
will form the telling of a dying dream
(of a girl cruelly thrown
from her frail surreal reality),
reduced to ashes, like written passion-fire burning paper
hearts. Each relationship, each lover, is chronicled on this notebook's paper.
I express my love every night
that you talk to me, remind me of collapsed realities,
of those lies, of each kiss that you placed on my lips.
It was just a game of pretend - you, a king high on his throne
allowing me to fall in love, to fall asleep, to live within a dream.
Cutting pain in my paper heart, one last time on my lips
you let me relive those nights where, before I was thrown
away, my reality was not a dream.
© 2010 Maria Daniels
Literature
paper accordions, paper hearts
sing me a song
about how i make your insides shrivel like prunes,
about how i make your outsides wish for surgery,
about how i make your nosides become yessides.
sing me a song
about how you dream of Me,
about how you dream of We,
about how you dream of You
trading places with a teacher
and redefining pronouns A-Z.
(redefining vowels I-U)
sing me a song
about how we dance on typewriters,
about how we smash our keyboards,
about how we confuse plastic pianos
for claviers, confuse fingers for choirs,
confuse lovesongs for record players.
(any other genre of "players" as well)
sing me a song
about how you lost your voice
seren
Literature
Paper Hearts
She tattooed love in a foreign tongue
On her left wrist
Just so others would ask what it meant.
She sank her teeth into its meaning,
hoping one day the brand would bleed
Its definition upon her skin.
Lingering there, a forgotten kiss.
Lip-stick stained collars,
Little bones wired are ready,
Folded like patterned paper.
origami hearts
Sprinkled every which way.
Sharing herself fully with no one,
She made sure to leave her mark,
On every heart that beat her way.
Literature
Hearts on Her Breath
my bottom ribs dig into the counter-top
i exhale bluish smoke
{wonderfully//desperatelywonderfully}
onto the kitchen window
both my lonely eyes search
{delicately//desperatelydelicately}
for your finger-paint hieroglyphics
my knuckles morph into baby teeth, threatening to burst from taut skin
it's not that i'm tense.
it's not that i'm used to you holding me up to see out this window.
it's not that all the color from my upper body is draining, dripping, and pooling
on the linoleum between my legs.
it's just that
i want to know in my heart that when you're eighty and you have your ruddy grandkids making carpet angel
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The words?
1. dream
2. paper
3. throne
4. night
5. lips
6. reality
Is the situation clear in this?
It's that, the girl was lying to herself, telling herself that the guy was a knight-in-shining-armor, that everything was okay, but then everything came crashing down around her. She realized the lie. All of her hopes for their future together were torn to pieces.
Is the flow awkward? Should I use other words instead?
The words?
1. dream
2. paper
3. throne
4. night
5. lips
6. reality
Is the situation clear in this?
It's that, the girl was lying to herself, telling herself that the guy was a knight-in-shining-armor, that everything was okay, but then everything came crashing down around her. She realized the lie. All of her hopes for their future together were torn to pieces.
Is the flow awkward? Should I use other words instead?
© 2010 - 2024 LoveDestructive
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This hits me. Not exactly what i went through but... I love it. I felt right along with it.
'lips that never speak but only throw
sorrows and desperate wishes and words down on lined paper'
Absolutely loved this line.
'lips that never speak but only throw
sorrows and desperate wishes and words down on lined paper'
Absolutely loved this line.