Georgia and her DemonsGeorgia had exhausted the hinges of her closet, jolting as she opened to a vacancy and bolting it shut; but, it wasn't enough to imprison the monster there, as she'd tremble into bed and watch the darkness swell between the folding doors. She would cry and twist in soiled sheets until the creature would slink back in.
Ten years ago, the doctor prescribed Georgia unnecessary medications, and Georgia promptly flushed them down the drain. She lost herself that long ago and had grown spindly from hiding. No one would find her in this house in this forest in this little cover in her little world. No one, but sometimes she would hear her husband k
In the Death of Winterelusive daylightIn the Death of Winter5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
humming low instead
split-cracked breathing patterns
rasping through a respirator
(her blood whispers in a hospital bed)
8. somersaults in snow,we
wintered in imagination,building
igloos from the residue of storms
18. i slipped on ice, and you cradled
bruises in your arms you cradled bruises
you cradled bruises on my arms
28. rattled loose locks and fear of bleeding
i love(d) you and it hurts,broken bones
we are not made of stone,she
said, and with every ounce of all his being
he said time and time again --
"i love you" reset, reset,restart
seabonesyou told me to walk on waterseabones2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but all i did was sink to the sandy bottoms
of the salty sea.
the brackish water stung at my eyes
and filled my lungs,
seeking refuge in the spaces between my ribs.
i remember barely breathing
wet inhales and slow exhales of the briny sea
through slightly parted lips.
my heart was lost in a century-old shipwreck
found through the haze of floating sand
granules that looked like dust in sunlight,
fingers wrapping around wood and forgotten memories.
i wondered if this was death,
ocean water pressing down on the hollows in my chest
world moving in slow motion through teal colored lenses.
you told me to walk on w
preludesi.preludes6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
blue rose into the city backdrop
like balloons, a million for the
morning sun prelude.
i've not slept a dream
but i have cried a salty face
and letters spilled like beans
into my moleskine,
almost as virgin as i once was
with few stories between my covers.
the kettle's belly boils
like my head upon a pillow.
i am guilty for rarely finishing my tea
even when i use the small mugs;
pour, rinse, repeat.
perhaps today i will play dead.
perched behind my blinds
it dawns on me that i am surrounded
by walled neighbours, strangers,
they're just preludes to lovers
the way i am always
prelude to the one.
fox teethi've developed an interest of settlingfox teeth2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
into quietness & slow-motion
(his coffee rings
i am a water-splattered canvas now
jewel my skin
in periwinkle bruises - but
this is forever, i feel
my wings are snapped together - i steal
wood from the gardens & pine from the forest floor
i sleep in the morning
(my pockets are empty)
but, for once, i am not anxious
i am not depressive
i am not manic
you are there
from the beginning
your too-tough-to-be-loved bones are
brimming with fire & saltwater
& i know it's true
there is more than the world can say inside of you
& it's beautiful, twisting, burnin
SundropoSundrop1 month ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
rise and rage
with a new year
untamed and glorious,
pulling the years together
with a snap of your fingers.
but some days you are languid,
stretching like the summer dusting
of freckles along your forearms, the
slumberous strands of hair shuttering
your sky-eyes from the morning light.
on these days, I think the earth spins
slower and the birds sing a little
quieter. on these days, I look
at you and I think:
judgementif you could see the bulletholes,judgement2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the brittle bones,
or if you could see me on a saturday,
with a cigarette between my lips,
a handwritten note clenched
in one fist, that contains
only a single word
would you still smile
when you saw me on your porch
Stay Dreamingyou are pale in the half-light;Stay Dreaming1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
all the fire you carry with you in the waking world is doused in the sweetness of your hair across the pillow & your frame insinuating itself in the sheets, in pockets of weight & pools of shadow that say "i am a body", "i am a girl"
(vulnerable yet terrifying)
& in life you are larger than you seem, thunder & lightning inside colored glass. you are cruel-mouthed but soft-eyed, & brittle queen (you would rather break than bend for me), you are all the lovelier for your frail-boned pride.
it is strange how much i see of you when you are not looking back, how i feel as though it is only in moments like these
on these innocent bonesi.on these innocent bones2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am spineless. a silent symphony of agony on ribcaged ivored orchids. (hear the greensleeves of) gathering birches, songbirds sodden with periwinkled love forgetting the many ways to say i love you (too) on these waterlogged nights soused in elephant rain;
leaves me always breathless
such efflorescence: honey trees freckled in dandelion leaves bring tenderness to numb lips as i dance beneath pastel diamond skies as he'll put so many gingered lillies in isabelle white all to make me smile. so i'll never let these "love yous" slip through the emptying cracks into me
summergirlNow read aloud over here. Do give it a listen, won't you?summergirl5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are crowthroated and tumbling
through the aspen grove
hair on fire with sunrise, lungs
full of sky.
eyelashes like wildflowers
and every morning brings
a new spray of freckles
and a sharper curve to your collarbones.
the cornfields hold no shadows
for your lighthouse eyes
and there are no endings in that
ii. you have grown
autumn finds you with broken ankles
leaning on an oak branch
and watching the skies.
crow to sparrow--you are quiet.
summergirl, there is peace in silence,
fallen antlers in your hands.
you will come to mourn your deer.
keep them close.
iii. by winter you have paled,
and like the streams
your eyes have frosted over.
you feel the chill--
there is no need for sight.
she wears sea shoesi'm sorry i can't shake the way you do thatshe wears sea shoes5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
makes the world reject your body in
a million beads of salty sea.
you come up to breathe telling me
there are sea creatures i need to meet but
i can't shake their hands; they don't have any.
an ocean i need to see; a blue-black bruise like the
kind i'd find on your legs sometimes
but for me it always got clearer that
the time spent here wouldn't compare
to your time spent there
clearer that your eyes were guided to the bruises,
little reminders of 'what's meant to be'. you picked at them and
'the sea swallows secrets as it did with me'
landslidesunlit days were caught between my fingerslandslide2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
grasping at the way you tie your shoes
at how you comb your hair
at your smell on the sheets
when you've only left a day ago
and i'm never going to forget
fresh earth under bare feet
stumbling into your arms
pretending not to care but knowing so well
that you felt the same
because i know you felt it
when we stole the whole bottle
and we watched the sky light up
it was sweaty hands in a garden of daisies
telling white lies
and pretending we didn't know better
pretending we were too young and too free
and it's always going to feel
like the first day of my life
when i wake up and look at you
an apology letter to my body.i am sorry,an apology letter to my body.2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i treated you like disposable napkins. like cheap china, or a rug feet have worn the 'welcome' off of. for treating you like fast food in a landfill and for letting others treat you that way too.
most days i can't look at you in mirrors,
when i should be writing you love letters .
i have deprived you,
i have scarred your passages and eroded your halls.
i have let your sacred places be defiled.
you are a country i have never learned to call home,
a language no one has ever spoken.
i made you into a map i told everyone not to read,
planted railroad tracks like break crumbs, like my flesh was an industrial revolution i sometimes follow with my fingertips.
for the days my stomach became a ghost town,
my mouth a forgotten portal.
for the days spent with two fingers down my throat
like the trigger of a gun reversing the cycle of food.
i'm sorry for the nights i didn't sleep
and the days ballet became punishment.
for the days every muscle felt a
getting into stanford can ruin your lifei would have been your surestgetting into stanford can ruin your life2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
polysomnographer if you had let me. i would have
closely supervised your brain as it
scanned cosmic badlands for its next
post-traumatic nightmare sequence,
but being your trigger for mania meant
that i had to sleep on your ex-girlfriend's
hickory floor and she is just
as conscientious a host as she was a lover,
and she still wears the jewelry that you got her,
a gold necklace carved from your stomach
lining, a meteorite ring you stole from heaven
with your homemade spacecraft before
it came down in flames over
the west coast of australia, like
your other straight relationships.
hello, it's a new anxiou
echoing altitudesyou are made of goldechoing altitudes2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
sit back, relax
words are like flowers for you
you sift in & out
through your beautiful hours
with wisps of honey brown strands,
& lime, snowflake eyes
a beaded & feathered crown,
an iris tucked behind your ear
believer, you are what i fear
& what i admire
i could say i am not cowardly,
act a little insincere,
but i'd be a liar
you're a shadow in a black & white candid
a slender form against the shade
eyes open in the darkness
ran your heart through an autoclave
at least a dozen times, but you're still
dirt skin & twig bones
you are unraveled; unfolded
a little ghost girl echoing
salti of you,salt2 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
such a beautiful mess, intertwined and overrun.
your arms, copper lips, citrus,
a lovin' with a twist.
my summer away at space pirate camp,
i took to howling with you the first thunder of june;
the hunt for human brains,
Maybe Zombies Just Want To Hug?
- 6 lies to tell yourself if shipwrecked.
i can't explain the feelings i get.
blue dream before i sleep:
the soul cupping rice (glass figurines, lamp light eyes).
my fear is milk two sugars.
drink drink drink
beneath it all,
floral growth, silver spoons,
red tides.you touch mered tides.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in places ethereal
where the seasons have never
stirred the clocks.
in me, you have kissed
and i have loved you,
in return, with the force
that drove apart the continents
and with a breathless
seawreck gasping in my throat.
cleanif all doves are pigeons,clean1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
then pigeons are doves too--
tired lips, run the blade
across your hips and carve in words a better father wouldn't say --
tired lies on tired lips, you
trip and fall and bruise your face
break your wrist
crack it open like an egg
you beg the blood, you beg it
make me something dry and empty
i'm a body with too many fatal flaws
tired life of tired lies on tired lips
years of one-night long-term nightmares
you don't have to keep on doing this --
you see them in the magazines and on TV
and you keep thinking, run me dry and run me empty
as you take another shower
years and you still smell him: