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the lines she draws in me
are like creases
in paper

unfolded
I was once a crumpled ball
or flock of cranes
there are so many holes in this
new earth.

Tyler and I chased an invisible rabbit

too white for the snow
too white

for the wind.

spears

motes of fire.

holes beneath a construction trailer
and holes underneath

our arms
legs

laugh at the sounds of the burning of your lungs.




Josh and I waited in a ragged tent, an apartment.

wet, dirty dishes
holes in the sink

the smell of dead leaves.

black drippings of snow
submerged themselves in a concrete deck

broken sliding glass door.

what is it called when the trees turn to stone?

smoke in a sealed place
dancing like we never did.




Jason and I hunched over the swings
outside an abandoned elementary school.

everything rusting.

empty parking lot-
snow replaced with concrete.

the sun

gaping hole
in a paper thin sky.

you do not deserve this happiness.

colors without names
and places

that shouldn't.




Stephanie and I locking the doors
from inside my apartment.

concrete replaced with rain.

cinnamon, chicken, cranberry juice

blankets bunched on top the couch,
turns at scary video games.

you do not have to watch every part.

I bury my head

a hole
in the new dark.
it meant little to her, she told me as much
but I loved her more each time.

on the rug, her bed

mine.

and before in the summer
I drove almost two hours at four in the morning
to watch the sun rise over a bench
with her.

that empty highway
splashed in glass.

her neighborhood
with yellow reeds all tidy in rows.

blackberries by her door.




it would be something like a pilgrimage,
if Mecca involved having sex in your car.

or terribly planned picnics
(who knew spiders loved sandwiches!)

laughing shirtless in the grass.




I find her red hair in my shower

the echoes of her sleep have sewn themselves
into the depths of my mattress.

if I don't move the blankets much
I can see the outline of her body

limp and loving and heavy with light.
Josh died nearly eight months ago but I still see
his body floating around.

those vacant, sunken eyes
little nothings in his skull.

I am the only one with memories now.

he drools and mutters

and I understand why he felt like this
and then

like this.




I was not there to watch him chug the lsd
like bleach.

my dear friend:
it is alright if you want to go home.

I will dig my shallow grave right
next to yours

and we will die with all the stars.
there is no lie in fire
and that is why it is
dangerous. the first bed
burns, and the best love burns
and hatred earned is both
burned and burns.
forest fire.
hypnotism fueled by trees-

and she
walks through it.

this is our land, placed on
the table and left.

hell can wait outside
where it belongs.
this is our land:
our carpet on the floor.
our table and our fire.

rapture exists regardless
of the light.

good
night.

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Jonathan
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20, Oregonian, college student studying nothing close to poetry.

I didn't like my profile pic or my bio, so enjoy this interim pic and this minimalist description until I think of something better.

Note me if you'd like to talk, because I like to talk.

None of my work may be used without my permission. I'm pretty lenient on what it can be used for however, so just be sure to contact me first.

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metamage Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Oh, dude, it's gonna take a while going through your stuff. Oh, DARN!
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relativi-t Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2014  Student Writer
Your work is really just breathtaking. I wish I could pull off such potent minimalism.
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FallingAsleepTonight Featured By Owner Aug 13, 2014   Writer
Thank you
To be honest, a lot of it just comes with practice. And impatience
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relativi-t Featured By Owner Aug 13, 2014  Student Writer
mmm then I'll have to keep trying! :D
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Serendiipitii Featured By Owner Aug 6, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the watch!
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SilverInkblot Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for collecting Cliches I Have Dated :)
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RedBlackBlood Featured By Owner Jun 5, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Good to see, you are still here ^^
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TwilightPoetess Featured By Owner May 21, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Hi, Jonathon!

I just wanted to take a moment to stop by your page and tell you how inspiring and wonderful your writing is.  I enjoy seeing your name in my message center--every piece you write leaves me pondering and awed.  

Thank you so much for sharing your work with us! I hope you're having a good day.

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FallingAsleepTonight Featured By Owner May 21, 2014   Writer
Thank you, it means a lot to hear from you! I always make sure to read poetry from poets on here who are considered some of the best/popular. It's nice to know that one of the writers I enjoy reading feels the same about my work.
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TwilightPoetess Featured By Owner May 22, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
:huggle: You're very welcome!

Also--thank YOU. I'm glad you enjoy my stuff!
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