The face you make is priceless.I've got wrists like empty pockets,The face you make is priceless.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and a spine I made out of your weekly pay.
You crack open my bones, and scour for the loose change.
Blunt enough to smoke.Fuck you.Blunt enough to smoke.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now neither of us are worth my poetry.
We Bleed in PlagiarismIt's not their fault that they have nothing to write about anymore.We Bleed in Plagiarism4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Before the goodbye write meBefore the goodbye4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
immortalize this life
beyond my last gasping breath
beyond my lifeless form in a sarcophagus
beyond silent stark tears that stream
from the eyes of the living
in the place of the dead
write me in this moment
your words engraved upon my skin
take me apart with your expression
like plucking the petals from a daisy
strip me down
and make me
write me magnificent
find some splendor in me
stitch it into the fabric of time
my story coupled with your tongue and pen
words never pass away
they can lie forgotten, covered in dust and decay,
but they await discovery
lonely until an attentive eye stumbles and sees
write me memorable
Swallow My AstronomyHe had a black hole for a mouth,Swallow My Astronomy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and eyes like the dying stars that I would never collide with.
"Speak me the universe," I told him.
He laughed, and swallowed my galaxy.
Simple MathDying, I decide that I miss you again.Simple Math4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I add up my love for you,
and divide by zero.
'queer' for the skinfinger-tipped cigarettes,'queer' for the skin4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
please don't touch me.
i am only the girl next door
with coal eyes and pale lips-
the blankest of blankest lips.
i am only i am, i am only me,
i am only the sickest me without being
too much of me, the sickest me
of you and me,
i am not a god-complex with legs.
i am not the her with lying, buckled knees,
with all those smiles cutting into her skin,
i am not her- the her
with closets poison on her lips.
she is just a skin-cratered dream.
I won't tell anyone.Mouths made of masturbation, and eyes like dying stars,I won't tell anyone.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you aim for something short of profanity.
Desperate, but not SeriousI knew nothing of love,Desperate, but not Serious4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you knew something of lust,
so we were something short of compatible
This time we'll both be sorry.Ignorance is the shade of your skin,This time we'll both be sorry.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you are always bleeding your colors.
We are far too young and clever.I am of other suns than you,We are far too young and clever.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and in the light all I can see are your shadows.
He asks, "What's gotten into you lately?"
and she says, "Obviously not you."
2x+4.(Mama, I'm writing to tell you that all my insides have been rearranged.)2x+4.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't know his eyes were included in the color spectrum
and I think they are shaded with more than the rainbow
My pencil shakes and ink is too thick to spell
the delicate fetuses of Something from his crimson-blue shirt
And inside this graffiti'd floating spirit I found this:
that I am the winding mist in the morning and he is the flagstones
and he is all hard warm thereness while I drift between personas
like a stranded life-raft.
Sometimes (in the midmorning) I disappear
Don't fret, this one
And he sings methodically and polished in oak
(I'm the poorly formed pottery dish and I list to the left
I can't hold myself in)
He is arithmetic and his heartbeat sets a rhythm
to my unchecked screeching violins
I don't know how he tolerates me
Predictably he waves when he catches my eye and that's why
he's the tether on my wildly fraying lifestrings
Not without sugar.Green tea eyes, and fingertips like galaxies,Not without sugar.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stumble through your milky way.
This Charming ManPlease tell me the words that will make you stay.This Charming Man4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never want to say them by accident.
write what hurtsi'm here to tell youwrite what hurts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about fire and living
& how both burn even if you ignore them
it's not about what feels good
it's about what doesn't
cornering what hurts
and exposing it
really displaying it
pedestal on high
for what it is
and not what it pretends to be
you are not living
until you hurt
you can't be alive
if all you know is comfort
comfort is only a sign
that you are doing what you know
it is admittance of limitation
because you are human
and only know so much
and it's agonising to think
that you can be comfortable with that
and not want to reach out
and touch every thing you find
and read every book you see
and hear every sound you can
because enough is never enough
is never enough is always
cyclic motioni. every sad story starts with love.cyclic motion4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ii. there is you sprawled across the bed
with your ankles tangled in cotton covers
and the golden waves of sunlight
breaking themselves through fissured glass
to drip into your hair like bright honey,
your hands reaching upward
as if they were young birds waiting on wings.
you wept for those flightless, wet-beaked children
anchored helplessly to your wrists
but their hearts were not as weak
as the foreign fist beating in your chest. they collapsed
and only left behind
the impressions of dying constellations
they had scratched beneath your eyelids.
iii. at dusk i watched the night take you in waves, glowing,
and said you were the most beautiful thing
i had ever known.
it was a lie. the want of a thing
is always more beautiful than the thing itself.
these are the quiet things we do not tell--
the secrets touched only in the dark
when hearts are laid open
and everything else forgets to exist.
iv. i whispered that to myself when the last shadow
Spines of NylonDistortion came easy when he turned the knob to ten.Spines of Nylon4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"bend me back and watch me
Cheap Talk"My body is a language," she said. "Can't you read?"Cheap Talk4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Quiet Thoughts of Butterfliesshe says "I'm worried if I breatheThe Quiet Thoughts of Butterflies4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
too loud the silence will
I watch her hands press butterfly
wings between the pages.
does she know that
I'm the queen of silence?
my corpse lungs and
graveyard lips; a decomposing
tongue lurking behind white-washed
tombstones. paint me with sunbeams,
I'm still the same.
[death warmed over]
her tropic gaze rakes over
the bone-white snow. "I keep
swallowing the snow-flakes. they
remind me of frozen flowers.
their dead sweetn
I'm not listening anyhow.Make them believe thatI'm not listening anyhow.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All the people in the world are
That only you and I can
Understand when we close our eyes and
Run so far away with our thoughts like a
Buzz in the back of our brains because
Anatomy is something that we still haven't
Thought too much about
In the dark behind our eyelids that will
Only visit us when
No one else is around.
immolatethe first stepimmolate4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to sadness is to
punctuates the bruised
shorelines with broken hearts and
shore creeps up, kisses
my feet. sometimes he rips through
the distance between
the air here
vibrates to a fire,
sparrow's heart humming in c
major. it does scare
how i might love you
more than ibuprofen, or
the way the light might
through an ether storm.
the person i am now is
with who i
was before you. but
how do i scrape myself out
from under my own
we caught the
moon between our feet,
heads falling behind us.
things i will
you: how you can't stop wearing
lemongrass and how
the smell hides
away under your
collarbone; the way you wear
saturn on your ring
keep neptune's rings as
keepsakes when you come back from
the sky [to remind
my favorite colour
goldfishdid you know that there is no scientific namegoldfish4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the back of the knee?
i read somewhere that
change was good
other sources did disagree.
sometimes, goldfish die
and float to the top
of their glass bowl
trying to float to god.
had a dream once
you kept me
in a room
with pillows and
typed what it meant
into a dream interpreter
i found on google.
it didn't say anything
i googled, instead,
about your shirts
it said that i loved you.
someone told me
you had my heart in a jar
i laughed and said
if you did,
i'd be dead.
did you know that the skin at your elbow
if you pinch it?
i am afraid of the world ending
gave lectures that were
meant to inspire fear
like my own.
one boy, in particular
asked me why i preached.
i told him i didn't want to die
he gave me a smile
and a cross.
told me to have faith.
i kept it on my drawer
until i realized things like that
had no place in my life.