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anonymous by desaparecidita, literature

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anonymous

Anonymous 1. A suitcase's lip laid mid-word and open, the anatomy of a wardrobe spilling over edges – still leftover from weeks before 2. A desk undone among signs of life: a pair of reading glasses and dog-eared novels toppled across crosswords unfinished 3. A refrigerator keeping fresh only what is no longer wanted, the bulb dead days ago but yet to be noticed 4. A photograph of a girl forgotten hanging by a single corner, the always-motion of falling finally captured

lost by desaparecidita, literature

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lost

I have long since forgotten the foreign rooms and strangers. Even this seems a story to be recited by heart, though never have I seen this hairline so near, smelled its every twiney nest, loved you before. But this is a wick I have kept lit for so long, I must know it with closed eyes by now; you are a familiar tale I tell myself, some nights. Language we've left behind, mapped borders erased, but now I wake in a snowy place whose shape I do not know.

found by desaparecidita, literature

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found

A flighty thing, a fragile, hollow-boned and tiny thing. Soft-feathered little bird, tender enough to fit in single words and disappear, to fit in palms alone. These out-of-sight times, when briefly she is gone from here, when briefly she is only heard against a blue and black and starred ghost world, all that is left of her is a weightless song. But within cupped hands she doesn't flutter, and instead, is still. She is a waiting thing, now, is a thing so full of patient coos. Here, in warmth, where light seeps modestly in, is a pair of calmed and beautiful white wings, knowing that what you love you must learn to lose.

deliverance by desaparecidita, literature

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deliverance

There is a child waiting in the great hall of this church. In here, the words "awake," "asleep" remain inconsequential; "second," "minute" and "hour" seem more pertinent although no clocks are hung on these walls. "Time" is a mere truth in this place. The sun does not divulge it—but the child's pulse, the beat flickering among the candlelight. For now, the child prays on knees before the altar: a final recitation of verse, last sweet and humming song preceding descent. Perhaps when older, faith will have lost its way to eyes and ears, to tongue and cheek. But tonight, it seems the only thing that's vigilant. The child rises

messenger bird by desaparecidita, literature

asea, tonight by desaparecidita, literature

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asea, tonight

I'm at your door; can hear the brass and bass, the snare drum, through the glass. It's jazz, tonight. You let me in and suddenly I'm in a room of profound poets, who sing their verse through shining horns, sweet saxophone riffs. The solos drift so richly, dance among smoke rings— tonight, when everyone's somebody's cool cat. There's a girl whose trumpet weeps when she woos its keys, those wailing notes like Miles would have played. And the long-haired bassist pains his face as he plucks away at the tired shape the body makes, he sways. And when the guitar's clean strings do sing, it's melody carries a twang so sweet—it's jazz, to

american dream by desaparecidita, literature

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american dream

Fluorescent lights have carried us from endless midnights into pink and flashing hours. Skies once smeared like oil paintings streaked with deep and damning tones are now home to brilliant nudes, martini glasses. Oh, American Dream. The children of New York, New York have danced through streets of modest memories to paint these dark-lit towns in red and red. We don't sleep in the dark anymore; we haven't any secrets now.

anselm by desaparecidita, literature

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anselm

in dreams i am dressed in layers of you; painted paper gowns curling around my waist in stiff folds. it is a white hell here, dancing circles of snow down and around these wirey streets. yours is a ghost town where weary-bodied angels haunt lonely bars: faceless, solemn. but you have sculpted them alive again, painter. yes, salving their brittle bones with pale pink and gray mystery.

asea by desaparecidita, literature

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asea

A vague shape across the lip of the sea—I know this must be you, Jack. Haunting waltz of a white flag in the wind: this is your final surrender, brief hand waving adieu. Slender crescent of a boat among tides, your fragile form sailing recklessly for a port yet named. It's been two years since you crashed upon this shore—so long ago, do you remember it still? Rushed from the cold womb of two lovers blind, you strung a lame vessel of this island's debris in just a week's time; you left this weathered place sooner than you'd arrived Brief you, stayed barely long enough for goodbye.

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Songs and Letters by desaparecidita, literature

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Songs and Letters

Maybe next time I will ask you if you would Bite a littler harder And take a piece of me with you Leave a mark or a scar, Just a little something to Store our memories in, Two lovers' innocent songs and letters, Like a cookie jar. But I'd swear I'd never eat again Just in case once they were gone They were gone for good, Cause nobody ever told me how it works I don't want to have to starve myself But if that's the way it goes... Maybe next time I will ask you if you could Leave me a few more memories To keep safe in my scars The ones I keep like cookie jars, Two lovers' arrogant songs and letters I'll never eat again if

It Is Our Story by desaparecidita, literature

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It Is Our Story

I've spent sleepless dreams digging in this hole (It is our story for the world to read) Endless nights wondering how far down it goes (And like a tiny looking glass they peer in) The rain has filled it like a swimming pool (Their reflections imposed upon our picture) And after this when the rain stops falling (They keep looking lower, deeper) We'll just fill it with our tears (And fall and drown and sink to the bottom with our faces We fell in. (We fell in.) Everybody wants to love (Nobody wants to need)

Firehaze by desaparecidita, literature

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Firehaze

He dropped the cigarette in the sand and let it burn itself out Lying on my back, the stars were hidden behind the fire's haze And he was sitting quiet, looking at the water, not at me He said he wanted to swim out so far That he wouldnt be able to tell the difference Between the water and his soul He lit another cigarette, smoked it down to the filter Said he didnt understand why he felt so bad inside Asked if it would help, to lose himself In a race with the ocean, to see who finishes first He looked at me, for the first time that night And said "Don't miss me too much", and walked towards the water Stiff brown pants clung to hi

Grapeveins by desaparecidita, literature

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Grapeveins

shallow waters make for uneasy drowning collect all of your tears for fermenting and we'll drown our eyes out in alcohol that we'll squeeze from the grapes of our veins like railroad tracks they flow carrying the trains of our destruction fuel the fire for our construction feed the coal don't cave to deduction we must fight the fight that we didn't start at all we must finish the battle we didn't write the law that says everything goes away everything ripens and falls off the vine everything goes away everything ripens and falls off the vine

Please Check Yes or No by desaparecidita, literature

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Please Check Yes or No

We are back in school with apologetic clocks Bending over tired minds and sorry eyes Unsympathetic papers are passed around Do you still love me? Check yes or no Please return at the end of class With shy glances and accidental touches Reaching down for the pencil Pressed for time Did you mean to touch me? Check yes or no Everything is squeezed into little time slots Please be productive in these tiny frames of life Time runs out after a while and there's never enough Is there ever enough? Flip through the pages, and realize there's no end Do you want to love me? Check yes or no We're just filling in endless answers Everyo

Anna and I by desaparecidita, literature

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Anna and I

Counting crows sit on the windowsill Watch me as I fall out of perfect fairytale buildings Against gravity's will Up towards the sky the way smoke rises But tell me, who is being burned? Anna sits on a sidewalk and cries These are the million and two stories about a single scene A million and two links of these coincidences lie Chained loosely to become our the stories of our lives But how do I know which six were ours? Our bodies were sewn looser than I would have wished Strewn among my tangled hair; battered teardrops Dry cracked lips that you loved to kiss No, life is just a series of our middle-grounds Cause that's when you

And She Screamed by desaparecidita, literature

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And She Screamed

She wouldn't let him hear her songs Only her screams piercing like piano notes. She barely whispered loud enough But his ears still heard the words anyway Because his body knew it had the answers, "Just wait for me where I find you everytime." She steals the last of what isn't their's So they can make it their own And fill it with these endless secrets. They keep hidden them beneath the water So no one will hear these screams, their songs, They've been drowned out with the piano's plea. Now she can't let these notes ring Without hearing what she thought they flooded out, What he tried to wash from his mind and face. But she lik

Parkway by desaparecidita, literature

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Parkway

We drive through the parkway, with silence Just staring out the window, no words said They want to know what's on my mind tonight But these cool August nights make me quiet I like to pretend you're around me I don't like to know, you're not. Philadelphia's so empty without you And each light that's on makes it that much lonelier The stars were teasing me when they saw me I was alone, without you They don't shine as brightly when you're not home I wish you were home tonight. I don't want to look for autumn leaves And the winter snow makes me shiver Spring's arrogant love just gets me angry I just want cool August nights forever

My Gardenias by desaparecidita, literature

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My Gardenias

She couldn't tell where the volume was coming from in a crowded room, Only heard the story singing from the carvings in the wood It read, "You don't know it, but you make me shake inside." Traced it with her fingertips, tears spilled over the table and onto the floor But between the music and their souls no one saw them fall. She fell from her skin down to the crowd below And she was lying their beneath their feet when he came, Rocked her in her sleep, and whispered quietly, "It'll be alright again when you wake, Let this story wilt inside your veins And I promise that one day you'll blossom again," She couldn't hear him as she lai

Beyond Her Years by desaparecidita, literature

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Beyond Her Years

We drove past a car by your house Two lovers with no love, just too much everything else, The fog blocked the windows and the windows blocked the noise But I heard them far to loud anyway, Calling through our screams, I heard them Screaming out our names, I heard them Do we have too much, or don't we have enough? I don't know. He's dating my sweet Caitie, the one you must call Caitlin, The way it was meant to be, you're so particular sometimes. You're so, peculiar sometimes... Do you, do you, do you know, our love it makes her cry at night, Her veins bleed for the just the two of us inside. Does it make you shake like that? Did