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Sara Jun 2014
this is not a poem about love
and I will not talk about how you taste of sour patch kids
or how your laugh illuminates my blackened soul

this is not a poem about love
and i will not mention the way you hold me like i am the answers
you discovered whilst exploring the depths of the universe

this is not a poem about love
and i will not speak of the way you ignite the dwindling fire in my heart
with a simple smile

this is not a poem about love
and i will not reference how you shade in the blanks of my mind
with vibrant hues of your perfect self

this is not a poem about love
but i will never make a good liar
and, my dear, you have captured me
denial is a funny thing
  Jun 2014 Sara
Sometimes Ally
i wanted to write
about how you made me feel
but the page was empty
and i suddenly realized
it's the perfect explanation
  Jun 2014 Sara
JW Harvey
Violets rage
with indigo pulses
beneath the shadows
of your parents' porch;
Spitting purple, but
soaking the rainbow
from whatever light
granted by the sun.
A "Poem in a Moment" inspired by my "Photos in a Moment" on Instagram (@xjwharvey). See the accompanying photo at http://instagram.com/p/o6qNEqTgfj/
Sara Jun 2014
I swore that I knew you
just like the back of my hand
every blemish, every freckle,
every scar, was you

But now
My blemishes begin to even out
My freckles, rearranging themselves
And any old scars are fading.
  Jun 2014 Sara
C S Cizek
She and I exchanged disdainful glances
across the parking lot. The verbally brash
invitation she gave me at 10:30 two nights
earlier from a low-riding car resounded
in my brain. She wanted our graduating class
to get together and sit awkwardly around
a campfire while a few reminisced
of homeroom and half days back in high
school. And as the last few embers glowed
like residence halls, she would clear
her throat and bash college. She’d denounce
the curriculum, professors, and parking spaces
then praise the days of hurrying through carpeted
hallways and freshmen traffic. To see our classmates
laughing with hands outstretched to the flames
would bring a smile to her summer-chapped lips.
But we’re no longer classmates.
We’re just seventeen people trying to live our lives
outside the confines of Galeton High School. Sure,
we’ll bite our tongues and fake smiles every now
and then, but we’ll never be more than superficial.
High school is over; you need to move on.
  Jun 2014 Sara
Wolves and Lilies
You loved me when
   I was loved by everyone else

but when I was lonely,

*you only made me lonelier.
Sara Jun 2014
smoke the stars
put them into a laurel leaf
as you would tuck your precious child into bed
wrap them up tightly and protect them from the hostile darkness surrounding us

pluck an aeroplane from the sky
dismantle it's metal exterior to leave only the body
use it as a filter, keeping the stars safe
as you hold them between your delicate fingers

set your golden cigar on fire
using erupting volcanoes to light it
and as you breathe in the galaxies and the history of the world
you breath out the clouds, overwhelmed by relief

gently tapping the cold areoplane body
whilst you watch the ashes fall as shooting stars
which cut through the darkness
and scatter onto the Earth like glitter

and as you smoke the stars
your lungs are lined with golden dust
dust of the kings and emperors
dust of the stars
product of 15 minutes in a library
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