Order of OperationsWe're all thieving, polluting criminals, aren't we?
You twist cotton and facades, forming a curtain of
pity me, pity me, pity me
and all the sane want to do is
smother you, smother you, smother you.
We're all thieving, polluting criminals,
if we don't listen to you, if we don't pity you
and I do not wish to pity you.
Screaming EmphasisI lostScreaming Emphasis3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thirteen pounds of anxiety this week.
Body melted, melted
fingers slipping chartreuse
I am full of slipping
chain-link gums give me lead poisoning
body, gums melted, chartreuse
I, toxic, lick lips neon green
Arsenic tongue dart to nails --
Dirt, dirt, dirt, more dirt --
and thighs stuck hot against plastic
I cannot hold a pen
CANnot write eloquence or beauty
Hand skitters through page
TALKing I need silence I need
need, need, need, more needing
crushed under necessity-
The spaces of my ribs are where
my skin hides its bruises
feel like stealing-
TidesI tried to stop myselfTides7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
from being drawn to you
For a while I had forgotten
but then I spent a few hours with you
and they crushed all semblance of reality
like a fucking bug and I knew
then that I was hopelessly
dead-weighted underwater for you.
Ribcage SonataI am the only one here who has died one thousand deaths by my own hand.Ribcage Sonata10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I read them like a hymnal,
burning my skin with assurances I don't really mean and God smiles down at me
as if I've done something right,
as if I've done some time for my sins.
I tell Him to live in my celiac plexus
just to get a taste of what He's molded.
He's a Cheshire-grinner, sipping a gin and tonic
next to me like He has no new appointments
and tells me to come home with Him.
I implored Him to become the wood-grain in the pew under my thighs.
He hummed and murmured that I was too fickle a congregant and would not stay sitting long enough.
He suggested t
CiceroneShow me another way to think.Cicerone7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Show me a paved corridor through the dungeon of my mind.
I want to watch you form words with your lips;
See them take root in your mind and spread up through your throat
and bloom from your tongue. Show me you know what I mean.
Show me a new puzzle, someone I haven't figured out yet.
Chemical ResolveI still linger in that elegant space between your fingers and your mouth.Chemical Resolve1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Where you gathered me up and left me in garb fit for a princess.
And I'm shrewdly vulnerable, careening out expletives against your breath.
You never really figured me out, did you?
Couldn't ever get around this stone-cold, analytical gaze of mine,
dancing across each facial movement as though you were a line in a book.
But stones are never cold; you learned this by shoving my skin into them.
Stones bleed. Stones ache.
Do you ever murmur my name like I, yours?
Lips pursed oh-so-gently in that arrogant pout I used to love.
Truth and Revelation in the ConstellationsYou know behind the tumultTruth and Revelation in the Constellations8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in your brain lies the secret
to the trajectory of the stars as they fall.
How could it not? Each phase of fantasy
holds some grain of your pain.
A hollow needle pierces a portion of your torso,
a vast, whooshing gulp of air slips
into your lungs and despair instead sates you.
The cant of your hips is bound to the the answer or
a response to the angle of the moon to the tides when it's full.
Or maybe in the splay of your true ribs
resting between your fingers as they stroke
holds a thunderous truth, the
cold betrayal of trust, a heresy,
but burnt filament and dying embers only cause
a very small por
Thinking, ParalyzedYou caught the pad of your thumbThinking, Paralyzed11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
against your bottom lip, thinking swiftly.
Teeth against keratin and germs and
pulling apart fibers with crude precision,
it's really not a thought process without self-loathing.
You remembered red was your favorite color
when you were young. Overtaken by purple
once you knew how to say it properly.
There's the slightest blip where
you wonder how you went wrong.
You shove it away, tongue darting to wet your lips
Nail varnish tastes like shit;
Your nose scrunches slightly as your tongue scatters
the polish against the roof of your mouth.
You contemplate falling apart again.
Your eyes dart fr
Cut Time Dig sonatas into your thighsCut Time6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
knowing that they're never written
for you. The ones written
in the moonlight, reeking of lust
and a cacophony of dissonance,
are the ones your mind screams
If I Were Good (But I'm Not So Hate Me)If I were good, (and could love you back)If I Were Good (But I'm Not So Hate Me)11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sundays would be golden warm again,
like they used to be when church was a weekly occurrence.
Drink to my pedantic nature (bury me gently with your fists)
Remember that Saturdays aren't always maroon,
we broke the pattern when you caught me fixing my anatomy.
I learned my calendar backwards (singing through bruises at four years old)
Safety is only refuge in a silver blue Friday.
Other days are spent lying and dying and growing too old for size three shoes.
I am bad, (and don't love you back)
Ghastly Thursdays of green murk,
of quiet alone time and cut-off circulation in my wrists.
PoisonI tasted your lip-spilled liePoison1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
as it stained your red t-shirt.
It flows from your mouth freely before you can stop it.
No - no, don't stop now,
I want to know just how far you can weave.
Before you're entangled.
Your honey-sweetened words flit past your teeth
before you clamp them shut and look at me
your eyes begging me.
Believe this one, just this once, trust me.
I nod and smile, but there's little you can do
to mend my doubts now.
My fixation is shattered on the floor.
Pretty liar, love,
your lies are intoxicating.
Before you know it,
I've been there.
I've no throat.
It's what I get for swall
Anger-fear, Midnight, Breathing SoupShe's no longer your skinny nightmare desire,Anger-fear, Midnight, Breathing Soup10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and she watches with that unlaced smile
while half of her state burns and she grows scars.
She fell for the Indiana sun,
suspecting someday you might leave her
for air smelling of honeydew.
She chooses to bury herself in her bones.
Aesthetic angles found purchase between
her delicately splayed digits.
Coming down from the mountain air
feels like breathing soup,
drowning in the smog.
Her life is a euphemism for spring
of everything she's seen before returning.
Noting the spots where she's already died.
That's acid, not rain.
Sign HereThere are seventeen specific reasons I cannot tell you anything.Sign Here1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seven of which you will think are completely ridiculous,
Four of those seven are completely irrational.
Five of the other reasons are too personal for me to tell you about
Three are no negotiation.
I simply cannot have you see that deep into me just yet.
The last two are my eyes.