autumn always falls. by xo-smq-was-here, literature
Literature
autumn always falls.
I've had you in all seasons but autumn.
Spring, summer, winter; but not fall.
Those days in spring with the tree blossoms in the rain,
And the summer nights of whispering confessions.
Who could forget the wintery scene of snowballs and second chances?
But nothing in autumn.
Because autumn means leaving something great,
And it's time to return from where we left off.
I guess this is goodbye, for good.
"Wanna play a game?"
"Sure."
"Alright. It's called the question game."
"Okay.. You go first."
"So.. Do you want to kiss me?"
[with everything that i have in me, yes.]
My first "I love you" was an accident.
No, not that I had said it to the wrong person.
I blurted it out without meaning to.
But you looked at me and touched my cheek, and said,
"I love you more."
[you swore you meant it.]
Rain.
Just the word makes my heart pitter-patter,
and all I can think of is that
June night
Where the sky released its sorrows onto our little town.
You reached for my hand,
Put your hat on my head,
And kissed me as the sky's tears enve
Dear girl,
Please know that you will make it through.
I know it like I know the back of my hand
(But then again, who really knows?
Scars come and go, freckles stay the same?)
I know you're strong like the ocean,
And fearless like the moon on a cloudless night.
I know you'll make it through.
Dear girl,
Please know that I'll stand by you.
I'll never back down from the murmuring voices
(I'll fight them, I promise.
I may not win, but that's a different story.)
When the cement dissolves beneath your skin,
I'll jump through and save you.
Please know that I'll stand by you.
Dear girl,
Please know that not everyones ag
have i ever told you that
i hate it here?
this house smells of
old people
and
death.
the floors creak, and the refrigerator doesn't shut
all the way.
i do not like it here.
this house is not mine.
there's a blanket on the table
and your bed
doesn't even have
a bedframe.
"the name of the wireless connection
mustbechanged.." you mutter.
"i can't have my last name as the identification.
i cannot have them find me."
the shower does not drain
there is a tassle from nineteeneighty
hanging from my lightbulb
and i ripped off the shades that were
stapled
to the wall.
i cannot stand it here.
but i would
Everything you do is perfect.
Everything is sunshine and petunias and dandelion-filled fields showered in magenta music notes. Why is that?
That's the one thing I couldn't escape from. The way your blue skies could tint the gray clouds into something magical, so I wouldn't notice what you were really hiding.
The way you pick up your guitar says so much. You don't hold it gently or play the strings gracefully. You just hoist it up without a care of dropping it; so what if it breaks? You can just get another. Baby, I can't play the guitar; but I would strum until my fingertips bled and my knuckles cracked if it meant that you would even l
I just want you to know that I almost broke down today.
Not quite, but almost. It was a mixture of my love for the rain and the sound of chirping crickets and the smell of my floral perfume that almost brought me to my knees.
All I remember is waiting up until twelve o' clock, one o' clock, two o' clock, three; every summer night while I wondered where you were, what you were doing, what were you thinking, why you weren't calling.
All I could do was lie in my bed with too many blankets to protect me from the hurt but shower me in heat, and think and analyze. And then overthink and overanalyze. What happened between us? Was it som
please remember.
every night she falls asleep to the steady hum of the highway coming from the outside world. the window's thrown open in a lazy fashion, and the cool spring air seeps inwards. she stares at the clock as the neon numbers shift and contort their bodies to tell her that she's been awake for far too long. the darkness of the room adjusts to her tired eyes as she blinks slower and slower. she's almost peaceful [just for a moment ]. but then he takes a midnight ride through her prefrontal cortex, and she snaps up as her synapses crash and collide. her senses are on hyper mood, and for a moment, she forgets to breathe.
it beg
"But dear, no one can love you quite like I do,"
you whisper in my ear.
I can feel your smile stretch as you tell me more untruths.
"The way your eyes catch the moonlight is like catching fireflies in July...
it's magical,
unreal,
memorable.
Just like you."
I bit my lip, almost wanting to draw blood, just to feel something in this halfhearted pairing.
"Yeah, just like you..." I whisper numbly.
This cardboard box feels like a boulder in my fragile, deceiving hands.
It's filled with your stuff;
memories and
quotes and
songs stuck in our heads.
It's an empty box.
But it's filled to the brim with us.
And today, I'm returning it
Hey you,
Remember when you said
"Let's run with scissors
Let's laugh 'til we can't breathe
Let's have inside jokes
Let's stay up late
Let's cry, let's smile,
Let's make up a handshake no one will ever know,"?
I do.
Dear girl,
Please know that you'll make it through.
I know it like I know the back of my hand
(But then again, who really knows?
Scars come and go, freckles stay the same?)
I know you're strong like the ocean,
And fearless like the moon on a cloudless night.
I know you'll make it through.
Hey you,
Sprinting through thunder and lightning
And pouring, blinding rain made that week
Unforgettable.
autumn always falls. by xo-smq-was-here, literature
Literature
autumn always falls.
I've had you in all seasons but autumn.
Spring, summer, winter; but not fall.
Those days in spring with the tree blossoms in the rain,
And the summer nights of whispering confessions.
Who could forget the wintery scene of snowballs and second chances?
But nothing in autumn.
Because autumn means leaving something great,
And it's time to return from where we left off.
I guess this is goodbye, for good.
"Wanna play a game?"
"Sure."
"Alright. It's called the question game."
"Okay.. You go first."
"So.. Do you want to kiss me?"
[with everything that i have in me, yes.]
My first "I love you" was an accident.
No, not that I had said it to the wrong person.
I blurted it out without meaning to.
But you looked at me and touched my cheek, and said,
"I love you more."
[you swore you meant it.]
Rain.
Just the word makes my heart pitter-patter,
and all I can think of is that
June night
Where the sky released its sorrows onto our little town.
You reached for my hand,
Put your hat on my head,
And kissed me as the sky's tears enve
Dear girl,
Please know that you will make it through.
I know it like I know the back of my hand
(But then again, who really knows?
Scars come and go, freckles stay the same?)
I know you're strong like the ocean,
And fearless like the moon on a cloudless night.
I know you'll make it through.
Dear girl,
Please know that I'll stand by you.
I'll never back down from the murmuring voices
(I'll fight them, I promise.
I may not win, but that's a different story.)
When the cement dissolves beneath your skin,
I'll jump through and save you.
Please know that I'll stand by you.
Dear girl,
Please know that not everyones ag
have i ever told you that
i hate it here?
this house smells of
old people
and
death.
the floors creak, and the refrigerator doesn't shut
all the way.
i do not like it here.
this house is not mine.
there's a blanket on the table
and your bed
doesn't even have
a bedframe.
"the name of the wireless connection
mustbechanged.." you mutter.
"i can't have my last name as the identification.
i cannot have them find me."
the shower does not drain
there is a tassle from nineteeneighty
hanging from my lightbulb
and i ripped off the shades that were
stapled
to the wall.
i cannot stand it here.
but i would
Everything you do is perfect.
Everything is sunshine and petunias and dandelion-filled fields showered in magenta music notes. Why is that?
That's the one thing I couldn't escape from. The way your blue skies could tint the gray clouds into something magical, so I wouldn't notice what you were really hiding.
The way you pick up your guitar says so much. You don't hold it gently or play the strings gracefully. You just hoist it up without a care of dropping it; so what if it breaks? You can just get another. Baby, I can't play the guitar; but I would strum until my fingertips bled and my knuckles cracked if it meant that you would even l
I just want you to know that I almost broke down today.
Not quite, but almost. It was a mixture of my love for the rain and the sound of chirping crickets and the smell of my floral perfume that almost brought me to my knees.
All I remember is waiting up until twelve o' clock, one o' clock, two o' clock, three; every summer night while I wondered where you were, what you were doing, what were you thinking, why you weren't calling.
All I could do was lie in my bed with too many blankets to protect me from the hurt but shower me in heat, and think and analyze. And then overthink and overanalyze. What happened between us? Was it som
please remember.
every night she falls asleep to the steady hum of the highway coming from the outside world. the window's thrown open in a lazy fashion, and the cool spring air seeps inwards. she stares at the clock as the neon numbers shift and contort their bodies to tell her that she's been awake for far too long. the darkness of the room adjusts to her tired eyes as she blinks slower and slower. she's almost peaceful [just for a moment ]. but then he takes a midnight ride through her prefrontal cortex, and she snaps up as her synapses crash and collide. her senses are on hyper mood, and for a moment, she forgets to breathe.
it beg
"But dear, no one can love you quite like I do,"
you whisper in my ear.
I can feel your smile stretch as you tell me more untruths.
"The way your eyes catch the moonlight is like catching fireflies in July...
it's magical,
unreal,
memorable.
Just like you."
I bit my lip, almost wanting to draw blood, just to feel something in this halfhearted pairing.
"Yeah, just like you..." I whisper numbly.
This cardboard box feels like a boulder in my fragile, deceiving hands.
It's filled with your stuff;
memories and
quotes and
songs stuck in our heads.
It's an empty box.
But it's filled to the brim with us.
And today, I'm returning it
Hey you,
Remember when you said
"Let's run with scissors
Let's laugh 'til we can't breathe
Let's have inside jokes
Let's stay up late
Let's cry, let's smile,
Let's make up a handshake no one will ever know,"?
I do.
Dear girl,
Please know that you'll make it through.
I know it like I know the back of my hand
(But then again, who really knows?
Scars come and go, freckles stay the same?)
I know you're strong like the ocean,
And fearless like the moon on a cloudless night.
I know you'll make it through.
Hey you,
Sprinting through thunder and lightning
And pouring, blinding rain made that week
Unforgettable.
you always look to words for
some way to get out what you cannot but
just
sometimes
you become too bottled up for words to fit
and too incoherent
too quiet
and lost
and you just
don't know
what to do
(then highlight all, delete)
permafrost patches by startledintoreality, literature
Literature
permafrost patches
all i've got is
a blanket to keep the cold out
you would find it best
(blue fingers blue toes,
yet i'm the one who knows)
to curl up behind unless
the world's got some mindless bout
to poke;
we're soaked
in controversies large and little
that sit on the sidewalk,
eyeing the legs around
that leave deep imprints in the ground
and leave the snow to talk
with crystals whining, brittle
and blanketless
with half bucket list success
i had married you blinded
by screaming snow and hail
when you clutched at my collar tie
through the rising questions of why
the cold causes light to fail
but by then i wouldn't have minded
since m
when i miss the island most by gracelally, literature
Literature
when i miss the island most
i want to go back to winding dirt
i want to lie under diving branches
where is the softer, peeling paint?
i want to taste the coast
i've found the subways
i've found the streetlights
i found all these people
and the stores never close-
but god i can't tell you
the ache in my chest
when i miss the island most
jesus christ i never planned on
opening my damn door let alone my heart to
someone like this but she brought mexican
in the middle of the night and
ended up staying a while
there are downsides to living next to the sea, you know
summerthings rust in scratched wood garages
that stand sleepy and let the soggy air come in
with little fight-
maybe some groaning
and stretching
but no fight
and you find them on especially hot March days
and you fix what you can
maybe i am a summerthing sometimes
because i find myself annually
with a lot of rust too
she became my beginning
and she will be my end
i will softly
surround myself
with that ocean
named her
and drown
i will stain my will
the colors of her;
pull the blue from her eyes
rub the pale from her hip
dance my fingertips
across her collar and
waltz her blush til dawn i will
melt
erase lines between our skin;
we are the atlantic in a frame
small doses small dips
but it's never enough
they say if one loves the ocean,
they never really leave it
and empty my lungs she is
an ocean and i have fallen
and i will softly
surround myself
with her
and drown.
goodnight, and i really have loved you by gracelally, literature
Literature
goodnight, and i really have loved you
two weeks is two too many.
your fingers trip up my spine like lovers leaning together up stairs, and spiral back down to my hips. i can taste you and feel you and the walls seem crooked behind your face but it's nice. i missed you too much to miss a thing now, so i look. i look and i'm yours.
we exchange breaths like the mixing air beside shower curtains in the winter and i hold to your shirt. it's childish, but i won't let go. maybe that's what scares me most, i can't let you go. i won't. you're too far in and i've closed you somewhere below my intentions and any rational thoughts i've got left and you smile that goddamn smile up at me and
I hope it's worth it when I'm gone. by paperheartsyndrome, literature
Literature
I hope it's worth it when I'm gone.
I can't even pretend things are simple anymore.
It's raining again, and with every crash of thunder, I miss you more than I can bear. I know it's not worth saying, because really nothing much is anymore, but it doesn't make it any less true.
It's eleven ten on a Friday night, and I'm sitting in the middle of the grass, watching the downpour spill off the roof. My t-shirt is clinging to my ribcage, and my hair is sticking to my face. I can feel the water running down the ridges of my spine, the backs of my hands, clumping in my eyelashes, but still, I don't move. Sometimes, when I can't stand what the world is doing anymore, I allow myself a
& i tried to cry,
but those tears?
they don't come around anymore for you.
woo. feeling better now :] i honestly can't wait for school to start. & for august 21. gonna parrrty it up, yes? yes. :]]
&uh.. i don't have any writings to upload, i haven't been writing lately. usually i obsess over writing from march to may; in august, i love playing around with the piano. same thing happened last year. i'm trying to learn "love the way you lie", but it's not going too well, since i only took piano for a year when i was 8.. haha.
that's about it. [:
so, i was at camp for 2 weeks.
a lot happened, i made tons of new friends.
while i was gone;
my brother flew over the handlebars of his bike and is covered in road rash.
my brother also met my mom's boyfriend [her exact words: "so, i have this friend who's kind of more than a friend."]
my dad's best friend's husband committed suicide. :/
i guess life moved on while i was away for 2 weeks.
it feels weird typing on a keyboard, that's for sure.
oh, and one of my friends doesn't like me at ALL right now.. :/
i wish he would get over it.
life's too short.
<3