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this is what i do instead of workshopping poems.

 “Count Your Lucky Stars”

My dear Muse,

Where are you?

My mind covets you

(As does my heart)

And my weary soul is spreading thin.

Searching for you

Has left me

Speechless,

Breathless,

Lifeless.

…Remember the butterflies?

Just how your heart fluttered at the sound of my name?

How we used to lie in your bed

Counting the dots in the ceiling

Holding our hands tightly…

We couldn’t leave.

I couldn’t leave.

Trapped in that one grand moment,

Whispering softly in my ear:

“Count your lucky stars.”

How many did you find?

I found zero,

For I was far too lost.

Somewhere between the valleys in your irises

I sat alone, longing for you

Recalling your body, and how it mirrored

Some Great Wonder of the World

(I can’t recall which, I’m still lost)

With rises and drops—

I can’t speak of it anymore.

So, my dear Muse,

Wherever you may be,

Wherever you may go,

Please know:

It’s not the same without you.

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This gets me EVERY fucking time

kinda goes with my other picture about venomous snakes being natural too. but i lol’d.

nice! totally got an anxiety attack right before bed because i checked the schedule for poetry workshops and i thought i was to hand in the next class, but instead i was signed up the day before and the teacher totally said no do-overs, so i feel pretty shit outta lucked.

fuuuuuuuuuck.

so there’s this really cute girl at school during my 4-hour-fuck-me-in-the-ass early american lit class and every time i look at her, i have to like look away and it’s very awkward and i get totally self-conscious about it. anyway, so today the teacher said break, and i was like “oh great, time to sit here again and be totally fucking weird and creepy,” but the girl walked out and i was like well, fuck it. so i followed a bunch of other people out of the class and stuck with the smokers outside.

now, i really hate smoking another clove like within half an hour of each one. like it literally makes me want to puke. this doesn’t happen when i’m really high or something, i noticed. anyway, there she was, the girl just sitting there smoking camel-fucking-crushes (the cigarettes i used to buy when i couldn’t find cloves anywhere). so like i go, “SO THAT PAPER, HUH?” pretty loudly to this other girl i just met in the class before. her name’s shae or something weird. she’s cool, but weird. and tiny. like, skinny, weird, tiny. so anyway, the girl, shae, just keep rambling on to this other dude who i think is really gay, but that’s cool, he just has that look, y’know. and the lisp. i guess the lisp kinda gave it away.

fuck okay, anyway, so like, the girl, who i found out is called danielle, just takes a drag of her cigarettes and her eyes puff up and i’m like, what (head cocked sideways and everything), and she goes, “DUDE, I COULD NOT GET PAST THE SECOND PAGE.”

i laughed and then we had small talk and then she left class early because she sits far away from me and i guess she couldn’t take it anymore. can’t blame her, though, i would’ve left too…if i knew she’d be leaving first.

that class is so boring.

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