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~moonless

it will happen

again

four days from

now
it will happen

in the dark
like january shivers

or sweat soaked

august sheets


it always happens

in the dark

when the moon

disappears


it always happens

in silence
as I rock myself

awake
as I smooth out

memory's quilt over

my lap
count each piece

of patchwork
remember each day

I carried you
beneath my heart

inside my heart


before I became

the unbearable living
& you became the light



it will happen

again

in four days
as I brush away

the never-was

the never-will-be
the petals & snow

brush dirt from your

stone pillows
& fill the emptiest

part of me
with trembles

of winter
& the sad notes

of birdsongs





  lah  1.10.12 ©®
 

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~moonless





it will happen
again
four days from
now
it will happen
in the dark
like january shivers
or sweat soaked
august sheets


it always happens
in the dark
when the moon
disappears


it always happens
in silence
as I rock myself
awake
as I smooth out
memory's quilt over
my lap
count each piece
of patchwork
remember each day
I carried you
beneath my heart

inside my heart


before I became
the unbearable living
& you became the light



it will happen
again
in four days
as I brush away
the never-was
the never-will-be
the petals & snow
brush dirt from your
stone pillows
& fill the emptiest
part of me
with trembles
of winter
& the sad notes
of birdsongs





  lah  1.10.12 ©®
 
Rest in Peace Jason & JonThomas
Mommy loves you...
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~anonymous

 

 

fifteen thousand

six hundred

sixty-three days

 

 

& I have

nothing left

to give

 

 

you were the

storm

& I was the

waiting

 

 

& I drowned
in the sounds

we made

 

 

inside the

ghost-white

quiet, I

wondered

 

 

did you even

remember

the sinking color

of my eyes?
 

 

 

 

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~anonymous
 
 

fifteen thousand
six hundred
sixty-three days
 
 
& I have
nothing left
to give
 
 
you were the
storm
& I was the
waiting
 
 
& I drowned
in the sounds
we made
 
 
inside the
ghost-white
quiet, I
wondered
 
 
did you even
remember
the sinking color
of my eyes?
 
 
 
 
lah  10.21.11 ©®
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~waking up wednesday

 

 

 

 

january is quiet

& stars move in slow motion

as if they’re falling asleep above

a half-moon shadow

carved on my bed

 

 

there’s dust on the nightstand

 

 

thick, like overused adjectives

searching for nouns to describe this

emptiness, the way it lies

in the shape of a spiral notebook

that writes the history of us

 

 

how thirty-two seasons together

equals the distance between two pillows

 

 

I swallow another mouthful of darkness

& drown myself in sounds of this night

my writer’s ghosts will visit soon

 

 

& these thin walls are whispering

the forecast calls for snow

 

 

 

 

 

 

lah  1.19.17 ©®

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~waking up wednesday
 
 
 
 
january is quiet
& stars move in slow motion
as if they’re falling asleep above
a half-moon shadow
carved on my bed
 
 
there’s dust on the nightstand
 
 
thick, like overused adjectives
searching for nouns to describe this
emptiness, the way it lies
in the shape of a spiral notebook
that writes the history of us
 
 
how thirty-two seasons together
equals the distance between two pillows
 
 
I swallow another mouthful of darkness
& drown myself in sounds of this night


my writer’s ghosts will visit soon
 
 
& these thin walls are whispering
the forecast calls for snow
 
 
 
 
 
 
lah  1.19.17 ©®
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~awakening

I am breathless

& suffocating my ghosts

my womb is brimming

with lake water

fully blue

& there are unburied bones

drowning like poems

I am breathless

standing inside my own complication

with vowels in my eyes

loosening this darkness

into long shadows of summer

I will not ask you to say my name

in the tangle

in the tremble & the wilding

I am breathless

& I want to move like wind

my body

a symphony of birds

lah 2.20.17 ©®

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~awakening
I am breathless
& suffocating my ghosts
my womb is brimming
with lake water
fully blue


& there are unburied bones
drowning like poems


I am breathless
standing inside my own complication
with vowels in my eyes
loosening this darkness
into long shadows of summer


I will not ask you to say my name
in the tangle
in the tremble & the wilding


I am breathless
& I want to move like wind

my body
a symphony of birds




lah 2.20.17 ©®
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~unremembering

this you should know

it's almost march

& I'm becoming bluer

as restless as a verb

forgotten by the wind

    too sacred for

    the telling

how little I remember

of months with no corners

the similarities of secondhand

smoke

    & shadows sewn

    into scars

this naked wreckage

    my eyes, full of water

                  full of ink

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~unremembering





this you should know


it's almost march
& I'm becoming bluer

as restless as a verb
forgotten by the wind
    too sacred for
    the telling

how little I remember
of months with no corners

the similarities of secondhand
smoke
    & shadows sewn
    into scars

this naked wreckage

    my eyes, full of water
                  full of ink









lah  2.20.17  ©®
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~moving on

 

 

 

it’s unlikely he thinks

of 1988

that beige house on james street

 

how he painted it red

with split lips

how I painted it red

with ink

 

smeared our names together

like over-ripe plums

 

 

 

 

lah  1.23.12 ©®

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~moving on
 
 
 
it’s unlikely he thinks
of 1988
that beige house on james street
 
how he painted it red
with split lips
how I painted it red
with ink
 
smeared our names together
like over-ripe plums
 
 
 
 
lah  1.23.12 ©®
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~preying hands

the worst part isn’t remembering
the pungent smell of armpit sweat
or the way his teeth gnawed at the moon
his breath reeking of camels & coors


it was how his eyes flickered
like orange sparks spreading wildfire
as he unbuttoned my skin
hooked my bones over the back
of his bedroom door & admired
the red flush of my cheeks
virginity trickling down my thighs
staining the carpet
spilling on the floor


I thought he’d bring daisies
& kiss me like july












lah  1.12.12 ©®

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~preying hands
the worst part isn’t remembering
the pungent smell of armpit sweat
or the way his teeth gnawed at the moon
his breath reeking of camels & coors


it was how his eyes flickered
like orange sparks spreading wildfire
as he unbuttoned my skin
hooked my bones over the back
of his bedroom door & admired
the red flush of my cheeks
virginity trickling down my thighs
staining the carpet
spilling on the floor


I thought he’d bring daisies
& kiss me like july












lah  1.12.12 ©®
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~undertone

there are so many quiet words

to explain the way

I fall like snow

 

 

 

 

 

lah  2.20.12 ©®

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~undertone






there are so many quiet words
to explain the way


I fall like snow
 
 
 
 
 
lah  2.20.12 ©®
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~the presence of absence

 

 

 

 

There are days

words fall easily

 

 

litter the page

like a pale shade

of october's

collapsing color

 

 

the dull copper

and brittle brown

gently brush

against bare sheets

 

 

still

they never fill

an empty womb

 

 

they become

small stars

that lay upon

my windowsill

and wither in

their pallid death

 

 

I slip my hand

beneath the pane

so they know

that I’m here

 

 

and I will wait

 

 

even when the

air is too thick

with attic footsteps

and unheard voices

 

 

even when I

feel the paint

peeling back

eyelids to

haunt these

vacant lungs

 

 

yes, even then

 

 

 

 

lah  3.7.12 ©®

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~the presence of absence
 
 
 
 
There are days
words fall easily
 
 
litter the page
like a pale shade
of october's
collapsing color
 
 
the dull copper
and brittle brown
gently brush
against bare sheets
 
 
still
they never fill
an empty womb
 
 
they become
small stars
that lay upon
my windowsill
and wither in
their pallid death
 
 
I slip my hand
beneath the pane
so they know
that I’m here
 
 
and I will wait
 
 
even when the
air is too thick
with attic footsteps
and unheard voices
 
 
even when I
feel the paint
peeling back
eyelids to
haunt these
vacant lungs
 
 
yes, even then
 
 
 
 
lah  3.7.12 ©®

Rest in Peace Jason & JonThomas. Mommy loves you. ❤️
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~paper flowers

 

 

 

 

I'm going to arrive unannounced

like a six am alarm

or august rain

 

 

swing open the heavy door

to our red room

watch the way wind scatters

flowery stationary

I left behind

 

 

just old words to seed

below the pane

 

 

I'll still drive by

 

 

see their colors

see their bloom

 

 

 

 

 

lah  38.12 ©®

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~paper flowers
 
 
 
 
I'm going to arrive unannounced
like a six am alarm
or august rain
 
 
swing open the heavy door
to our red room
watch the way wind scatters
flowery stationary
I left behind
 
 
just old words to seed
below the pane
 
 
I'll still drive by
 
 
see their colors
see their bloom
 
 
 
 
 
lah  38.12 ©®
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