lifeafteryouth

free verse poet, Delaware

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w(here) by lifeafteryouth, literature

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w(here)

she's smoking, & i'm trying to breathe breathe through our static, cough through a sleeve a sleeve from a shirt you gave me you gave me light, now i'm in your shadow again, again, again please sing into the microphone it will sound clearer once you let it go on, & on, you sift through song traverse like a bird you leave no trace just a single thread caught in a nest the one i'm holding unto, i'm holding out for you for you to come back home & i know, i already know you're "home" but where is that for you?

let a little light shine by lifeafteryouth, literature

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let a little light shine

you can't check the fucking voicemail without an answer to a question rests on your shoulders - it's all just complications & right there, in the living room, i'd thought we'd lost it right there in a single thought we all shared i thought we'd get through, maybe once? i know, i know the state of living it keeps me up at night i'm giving ashes to the outer-banks the sunset drips & seems to make a lasting impression i couldn't fake this waiting to erase the led, hand full of pencil shavings you are the moon now, & all its phases are me you're trying to get through let a little light shine? i'm all yours, you're all mine

3/4 by lifeafteryouth, literature

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3/4

pale fingers press a fret - a calming effect surrounds you every way you bloom looks up to the sun & calls a tapping, rhythmic blue we keep asking the questions no one has answers to i'll find the answers with you you you cater to me once was a locket you couldn't get open; now antique i have a history you are everything pastel blue all of your days jeweled you wear them like an emblem, proud & thin we take our bikes out on days clouds hide out white sneakers on a forest ground sweet tea & salty snacks your counterpart, your best friend with messages of silver & green in my skin in the heartbeat you frequent

a better me is coming by lifeafteryouth, literature

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a better me is coming

i felt mississippi's soggy sunlight i reach for the comfort that i'm the same i am, just a better me is coming so we stand together crossing fingers you're still wrapped around mine but a cut-away part of me is running i'm still wishing we had more time on the porch with everyone in the living room where the static grows; where everyone knows there's something more i wish i knew what was worth fighting for i fight for everything, everyone this is the exit we take this is the pavement the shoes you chose to wear this morning the sunburn on your shoulders i'm five years older, & now i tell my former-self a story she's ignoring me, m

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w(here) by lifeafteryouth, literature

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let a little light shine by lifeafteryouth, literature

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let a little light shine

3/4 by lifeafteryouth, literature

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3/4

a better me is coming by lifeafteryouth, literature

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a better me is coming

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golden coast, halcyon days by calliopen, literature

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golden coast, halcyon days

the static from the oldies station seems to catch on my clothes like grains of sand. they pile up in my nooks and crannies, erode the ridges of my ribcage, leave me smooth, unwrinkled, soft - i think to myself, this must be what being young is like my coffee tastes more like cream and the bumps in this seaside road rattle the ice in the cup, a wake-up call, a nudge in the side and wet droplets on my legs you are the salty sweet smell of sunscreen on my skin and freshly mowed suburban grass - it is summer, here, i have a flip flop tan and my thighs are sunburnt

plutonian by calliopen, literature

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plutonian

you know i would fill you up and over with love an overflowing kitchen sink stacked with plates from a breakfast two mornings ago i recall the clink of a fork and an intake of breath and an "i think im going to leave you" slipping from your lips like a prayer, i nodded, and went back to my tea what could i do to keep you, this backwards love we had i exist as a passing point i am neither your point a or b artemis will deny that she walks these woods barefoot searching for love in dewy blades of grass but i am painfully honest about the holes people have left you were my orion for a week or so, if i was a planet i would be pluto for i

departure song by acciopen, literature

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departure song

i am awash in traces of you and dire not to rinse it away. though we have not lay together for well over twenty-four hours or traced rivulets down expanses of skin, the leftover fervor keeps me held fast to you. i am drenched in the acts of loving. with you i am soft and vibrant like moss in an old-growth forest. i have never been so towering. we are a boundless canopy of trees and i am in awe of us, for together we dim the stars.

stellatarum by acciopen, literature

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stellatarum

we shared a kiss so green it flourished under the mantle of stars and i've never felt so whole, or so undone. an unrelenting passage of time had kept us apart, not unlike the waves that separate the shores. but now there is honeysuckle and wildflowers where our pale shadows touch, overlapping limbs causing murmurations and gooseflesh that could rival mountains. together we are boundless like howls echoing in the fallen snow, the birch-whites of eyes, and evening midwinter fires. we are embers in the twilight, circling, addressing the other as age-old paramours.

traffic on the overpass under the fingernails by and-speak, literature

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traffic on the overpass under the fingernails

and while alacrity is still quite far out of reach, my hands stretch, spreading out like skeletal maps, each bone finding breathing room, each vein a highway being built even as the cars continue to drive (trying to fix a train as it moves down the tracks) and they disassemble, they pull themselves apart at the joints, to build a floating bridge of little white hopes, thin little ribbons licking the potential to fly (but the road is anfractuous, and they’ll drive forever, circumnavigating the potholes and finding their way back to where they started) our cognitive maps don’t h

sudden collapse of the integers by nawkaman, literature

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Dec 10, 1992
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Deviant for 6 years
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Free verse writer, singer, song-writer.

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lifeafteryouth

Jun 26, 2017

Hi all! - I'm Emily

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I used to be heavily committed to the deviantArt community a few years back. I LOVED writing poetry, & collaborating with other writers. I felt compelled to come back so that I can improve as an artist, & get back into the habit of daily writing. It's so exciting to be back! See you all in the comments.

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