September 12, 2014

   Depths

Everyone always says not to make homes

out of people

especially not boys with crooked smiles

who's calloused hands can so easily repair your splintered bones

but how could they blame me

when they do not know that your eyes

held an ocean so blue that sirens swam in their depths

and lured me into you so easily

that I forgot that there was a world

outside of the waves we floated in.

the water against our skin like blankets keeping me warm

made it that much easier to take your hand 

and swim further into you

the days and the nights fell into one as the depths of your ocean 

made the sun only a shimmer above our heads

like magic

and I swear I could've stayed down there forever,

but your water grew rough

and the tides became harsh 

and I know you never meant to take me down with you

but the currents fueled by your sadness clawed into our skin

and clung to me,

as they pulled us further into the black

and you clung to me too

with your lips to mine as we used our last breaths to whisper

I love you

and 

mine

and

stay with me

and the moment my eyes could no longer see

the  sapphire of yours,

clouded by

the darkness surrounding us,

was the moment I knew I had waded too deep,

and I suppose

I drowned in you.

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     The past two weeks I've been writing a lot. I have about ten poems written for my twenty percent project. My biggest issue as of lately is trying to find a way to tie everything all together. While all of the poems have the same central theme, I really want to find a way to either break the book into sections, or add short stories in between a few poems, to make it all more harmonious.
     What I think I really want to do it add short stories in between every five poems, resulting in probably four stories. I want them to kind of develop the readers understanding of why I am writing certain things. I don't really want it to be autobiographical though, and while I will base it around my experiences, I don't think it will be my life story being told.
     I'm also not sure if that makes sense, but I don't know how else to describe what I'm thinking. I'm also not sure if this is what I really want to do, or if I will come up with another way to break up the poems sometime soon.
     Other than this issue, writing has been going fairly smooth. I got a lot of really good feedback during the roundtable, and I've been taking a lot of it into consideration, by really working on my rhythm and structure of some of my writing.
     I've also been brainstorming ideas for a book title. That's always been an issue of mine, naming things. I've got a list so far of possible candidates, but at this point I think it will have to wait until I've gotten more written.
---Abbey Nichole