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i will delete thisi keep dead flowers
in my window in hopes that
they're just pretending.

love is the worst place to bei'm sick of falling
in love. i'm ready to be
fallen in love with.

an analogyeven broken glass
can shine like a million suns
if light hits it right.

hearts like balloonsyou are excellent
at loving people. you fill
hearts until they burst.

happy endings.vi. i’m not sure that i
know how to cope
without you. i guess it’s a
good thing that i am a
fast learner.

v. the roses were beautiful
while they lasted.
so -
thank you,
i guess.

iv. you never should have given me
those roses. they are going to die, and
i am going to press them, put them in
a huge book that i’ll never open again,
and i am going to forget about them.
you told me they stood for love, and i said
i’ll do the same when that dies.

iii. i told you that i have all these
holes. you told me that it was okay;
that i could be this huge hole
and nothing else
if that’s what i wanted to be
an

saturatedi am full of love
and hate. full of resentment.
full of forgiveness.

i am full of bad
music and innuendo.
full of affection

and of triple-x
vitamin water, sinew,
muscle, and frail bone.

i am full of soap
bubbles and the socially
inappropriate.

i'm full of lonely
and "kiss and tell"s and "oh, please
don't think about it"s.

i'm full of broken
heart pieces, and not just mine.
i can hold yours for

you if you want me
to. i'm full of death, but
soon i'll have life, too.

(i'm ready to have
that again. i have had more
than my share of hurt.)

floatiesas a child,
I wanted to be like houdini.

not the 80's rap group,
that's 'whodini,'

I'm refering to;

the escape artist,
the genius,
formerly 'Ehrich Weiss,'

that houdini.

I used to go swimming alone,
put those orange floaties on my ankles
and get into the pool,

which would cause my legs
to float above
my head.

arms flailing,
I would desperately
try
to keep my head above water,

but the moment I stopped paddling
with every bit of my strength,

I would swing back under,
feet to the sky,
drowning.

needless to say,
apart from flirting with death,
I am

i'm too optimistic latelythe world is ugly
and broken and cold, but i
do not think that there

is anything that
could ever feel happier
or more beautiful.

brighter.i. you say my name like
it was meant
to be pretty.

x. you told me that
watching candles glow
in the night was beautiful;
but they are nothing
compared to you.

iii. you could take out
my heart. you could
rip it, and you could
put it back together and
make me into something

beautiful.

z. you glow
the prettiest shade
of silver.

complementary, complimentaryyou make me feel so
beautiful because we have
the exact same eyes,

and i always said
mine were brown until i heard
you call yours hazel.

remember.i. remember -
how you were
alone
that day and how i
took the first step
and said
hello.

a. you told me that
sunsets are more beautiful
than sunrises
because
endings are always lovelier
than beginnings.

ii. remember -
the way you
twirl my hair,
hold my wrists,
kiss my heart.

b. you collect my tears.
you put them in a jar,
hide them under your bed.
you say that, this way,
you have my bad memories;
that they're not mine
anymore.

iii. remember -
how i asked if
you would ever
miss me.
how you said
no.

c. you were wrong.
our sunrise
was more beautiful
than our sunset.

captivatingtide pools and sunsets
and furious thunderstorms
are captivating.

girls need to hear that
they can be like sunsets, tide
pools, and thunderstorms.

calm after the stormi've come to terms with
the fact that i will never
be as pale as i

would like, no matter
how hard i try. but i will
never stop trying.

i'm fine with how i
look, even though you are much
prettier, even

though my feet-hands-nose
are too big, and even though
my eyebrows don't match.

i'm fine with knowing
that i will never be more
than mediocre

as a poet. i
don't have the most exquisite
diction, and teenage

angst will never have
universal appeal. for
now, it's all i have.

now i am okay
with how you left. i don't blame
you. no one can change

your mind by wishing
it different on clocks or stars.
(believe me; i've tried

recipe for disastergod made boys with rough
hands and girls with delicate
hearts of porcelain.

talk your way out of this onei hate that i think
about someone who is not
thinking about me.

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by ~ILoveYouHopie, Nov 25, 2008, 8:39:08 PM
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the letters q and
i are synonyms. both are
useless without you.

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feedback is wonderful.

~frantic3rd Sep 26, 2009 Writer

this is the sweetest piece of literature i have read in ages. and brilliant too, but that is just the norm for you.

~ILoveYouHopie Sep 27, 2009

thankyouverymuch. [:

~burning-waters Jun 18, 2009

you might want to put 'you' as 'u'. it makes sense the other way too...but i think this way looks.....more obvious. i dunno. maybe nicer

!KneelingGlory May 1, 2009

That is awesome

~ILoveYouHopie May 1, 2009

glad you like it. thanks for the favorite. (:

~Ginnabean Apr 13, 2009 Hobbyist General Artist

This is absolutely brilliant. The idea and the truth of it. This is one of two haikus that I really like and think are worth all seventeen syllables.

~ILoveYouHopie Apr 13, 2009

thank you. that means alot to me.

~Ginnabean Apr 13, 2009 Hobbyist General Artist

No problem! : D You deserve the praise~

~Erlebnisse Apr 13, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

this is wonderful. a very creative play on words (letters?) and so many layers of meaning concealed in this short, simple, seventeen-syllable poem. your haikus are always stunning.

~ILoveYouHopie Apr 13, 2009

thank you so much, darling. and thank you for the continued support these past few months.

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