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Collection of poetic nothings.We were opal Tuesdays,Collection of poetic nothings.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
mosaic butterflies
tattooed into the
rose garden curve
of my vertebrae,
gliding me through this wild youth.
But, like Icarus—
I was a sky conqueror
& these silk wings
touched the sun.
-
My inhalations are heavy,
like the earth he bruises
beneath his fingertips
as I chase silence.
"You've got a tongue
made for words." He says
against the arrogant thorns
of my briar spine.
"Learn to love yourself."
-
How do I say I love you
without saying I love you?
"I want to replace my heart with you."
-
You are spider silk woven
into my harvest moon
heartstrings, spider
limbs traveling this road map
of s
Scorpion"Show me your bones."Scorpion7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the atlas of her thighs quaked
as she misplaced her skin
in the backseat of his car.
"I'm a scorpion, you know-"
a messy promise
folded napkin-neat.
"Prove it."
& she smirked,
sure of her limbs,
her scars, & her teeth.
"I dare you to stake claim to this clavicle."
ConstellationShe is dream dust,Constellation7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
too bitter or wise
for her own good.
A timeless dragon's soul
somewhere inside a
scaled shell, burning
the silence in her bones
alive, honeysuckle sweet.
She collects fireflies only to
set them free at 3am,
crying to an uncaring moon.
& she's begging for the stars
to take her away,
make this house a home
rigged in the sky.
To me,
She is already naked fever
swimming through the cosmos
& I orbit her.
wet scribbles, tattooed tragedyI am shedding my skinwet scribbles, tattooed tragedy6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the poetry that bleeds
from your ink-cracked lips
onto the bare bones of my
anatomy.
Unfold these moon-shy limbs
that chase silence
& beg stay-with-me.
For you are the only verse
hidden within this labyrinth
of scar-damaged flesh.
astrology.i lost my cigarettes today whileastrology.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
sparing kisses to too many witches
with apastron blackberry tongues.
& like the scattered stars of scars,
saturn's rings whispered secrets
to the telescope eyes of these strangers
cradling galaxies between lovely bones-
( their fingertip heat
knowing nothing of intermissions. )
NaPoWriMo Day: 1I’ve got 30 daysNaPoWriMo Day: 13 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to defy Icarus:
teach this rose thorn heart
how to fly.
[ All I want to be
is the space between
the stars.
]
But, I’m here,
ripping holes in blank pages
while nursing nebulae knuckles
with white plastered walls.
I am trying to be honest,but I write so fucking floweryI am trying to be honest,5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it makes me sick,
rose scented stars & love.
No.
Her: helpless as a lamb,
I want raw, aching
bone against bone
exploring the exposed, naked
poetry of her universe-
( warm, celestial hands
forging sandcastle ribs. )
Southern earth beneath her feet,
wanderlust burned like Apollo's touch
into her spinal cord, please awaken
the empty space between her skin
& mine.
No wander about it, just lust.You were a mid-morning train wreck,No wander about it, just lust.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the embodiment of poetry.
& my clavicles whispered too many nothings
about your summer storm hands,
folding like paper cranes
to make wishes upon themselves.
wishes are for the weak-
stand up,
do something about this quaking heart
& freezing fingers.
Anything.
I think I found God then,
lurking behind wanderlust eyes.
William,If I am nothing but an actorWilliam,7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
on a stage in this dust town
of rose torn bones and washed up
stars, why is it that the galaxy sculpted
crescent moons in my palms
ache?
NaPoWriMo- Day 5She used to try and catch butterfliesNaPoWriMo- Day 52 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
until she realized their beauty
rubbed off on her fingers;
but she will always be loving you
with those digits.
20 years from now
when even the love on her arms
is unrecognizable.
NaPoWriMo: Day 10 Have you ever been so cold, Sweetheart,NaPoWriMo: Day 102 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
your knees q u a k e d like that Jenga piece
that buckled just before your whole foundation
t
o
p
p
l
e
d
over?
I have.
& no matter
how many times
I've restarted your heart,
one would think
I'd grow tired,
eventually;
I'm still writing you in poetry
(in the most inappropriate of places.)
You forced yourself beneath my blades
& my fingertips,
Licking unsta
to the starsI’ve got this arrowto the stars1 month ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
curled around my finger
like Apollo’s heart
& your nicknames
engraved on the inside
of my lungs.
I don’t want to write
pretty little stanzas
or pick at the seams
of your poetry
like some deadbeat
psychology major -
I want to
scribble profanities
all over everything;
shoot down your moon
& wear her
like a charm
around ink stained
wrists.
I want to
take you
to the stars,
& leave you there.
NaPoWriMo: Day 6It’s hard enough to love her skin on good days,NaPoWriMo: Day 62 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
feeding encouragement to wide eyed strangers
as if to fill the emptiness in her own gut;
she lives on a diet of sad stories &
starving lips.
[Sometimes,
you must shed your own skin
to save it.]
Poetry,it’s like cultivating a greenhousePoetry,2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
with broken fingers.
It's all about her,-I had never wished to know the moon,It's all about her,3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
or the burning gaze of her lover.
I am merely a forest of silences,
old dogwoods & untamed hair.
-But, I made a promise
to a bone collector once.
He could have my spine,
my kneecaps, &
one flowered rib,
wrapped & bowed-up
like a present
-if he could fall in love
with things that slip through his fingers:
Me,
the sea,
shooting stars.
-“It would be a sin to love you,
my dear sweet wolf;
you will always cry for the moon.”
I want to forget names,& faces,I want to forget names,5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
& people.
I want to forget their veins,
fingerprints forever burned into my eyelids;
wrists I can't look at
without longing to tear apart.
Spine full, and spiteful:
I want to cry
roses in my midnight tea
for these star collapsed lungs.
I want to cry for her
& for me.
But Shame,
she wont allow me the courtesy.
astrological.i. On some nights,astrological.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
street lights guide
this lonely heart
to her lonely bed.
ii. In this universe of twilight skin
& mismatched bones,
I wonder just how many poems sleep
beneath the inkwell of her eyes.
iii. My body is a house of stars,
and her palms are black holes
sucking ( me ) into their vortex of
nothing.
iv. She says, "Please—my moon,
please—give these bones a reason
to stay."
& I am whispering lovelies
into the sanctuary of her heartbeats.
v. "Goddess temple,
sunset eyes, &
my windowpane love-
Let us eat the stars
t
NaPoWriMo: Day 8I was toldNaPoWriMo: Day 82 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to slice through the thickest
of scar tissue this evening.
Let all my inner demons
fall to the floor
& write them out
in my own black blood.
It’s not red anymore,
even though needles
& the bruises
laid out like war-lands
on my arms
say otherwise.
I don’t think it ever was,
honestly.
Therapeutic,
they said.
My mind is a mess
of free versed insecurities,
cat’s eye marbles,
& untamed forest fires-
but,
I still don’t have the nerve
to slice open my skin
& bleed for her.
NaPoWriMo: Day 9More respectNaPoWriMo: Day 92 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
for hungry lions,
than man's
greedy fingers,
she really,
really
doesn’t want to write this poem.
As she forgets how to use words
(on most days,)
relying on curses
like casting some witch's spell-
with only ten dollars to her name.
The oldest daughter:
she’s still somewhere in the middle,
filed under
miscellaneous
because they had no other way
to categorize her.
Getting her first gravestone at three-
she prayed
not to the gods,
but to the lily stargazers
in her palms.
One day
she would become
I'm talking myself in circles,I screamed,I'm talking myself in circles,2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
"There is nothing
wrong with me, not a damn
thing.”
I wanted to believe
the big dipper on my arm
meant something more
than sun marks & kisses.
But, how can I trust words
that slip through my teeth
as easy as breathing
when this star
has only ever learned
how to f
a
l
l
?
NaPoWriMo: Day 3Today,NaPoWriMo: Day 33 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wanted to pluck my ribs
from out my chest &
hang them about my house
like wind chimes-
dangled brutality;
a taunt for hungry wolves.
I didn’t grab for sharp objects,
I just wrote about it.
I never knew
I wanted to be a writer
until I lost something.
I still don’t know what that is-
(my mind, maybe.)
But words,
they fill gaps
that had no stories
to keep them
from hollowing out
in the first place.
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Bone child,this December's winterBone child,6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
has your ribs cocooned with
mine. & this wander(lust) heart
will sustain warmth for the both of us.
Please, forgive me.Like lies, you saidPlease, forgive me.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I make breathing the cosmos
through rose colored lungs
look easy- vertebrae stretched
toward the moon.
& I'm hanging my bones
out to dry, carving Saturn's
rings into my wrists- my
star burst ankles.
I swore then I'd keep my
black tongued poetry
& uprooted limbs far,
far away from you.
But, like lies, galaxies,
& night fevers, you
are the destination
on my star map skin.
Sta.sh
