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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.
WillowYour confessional arms are Willow trees,Willow9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
draping lonely limbs around an empty ink-jar heart.
Scars worn down like henna tattoos.
A night witch scrawling her incantations on blue moons,
rolling her letters into sentences like a curse.
But, it is in these coffee eyes you have found a home.
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.
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
RepossessionYour words tore into my abdomen like vultures feeding onRepossession9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the raw emotion their filthy wings stirred up from the dust.
My ribs cracked from the blow.
But, I think sometimes
of how these were the ribs
that should have chased you away from me,
quietly wondering how you managed to
slither past this cage of bone and flesh
to engrave your fingerprints into my marrow.
You were sweat & spice & scars-
Your eyes,
a thunderstorm of black and blue sex
jarring and devouring my insides,
shaped a faithless religion
through the cracks & broken shards
of my hollowed out womb.
(I want my insides back.)
OmegaThere is a wolf lurking in my doorway;Omega11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
our eyes holding breathless conversations
as secrets whisper through the stroke of my pen
into the awaiting lungs of strangers.
…Soon young pup, you'll have nothing left to say.
My heart is woven together with tight-knit words,
blood red Poe, and thumping Hemingway-
Yet, no headstrong Omega sleeps
within this slightly cracked, ribcage embrace.
"I am unafraid of forests with teeth."
lub-dubThere are loverslub-dub4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will never be able to
crawl out from underneath;
I’m caving in, lungs
no longer able
to exhale lovely things.
However hollow, I’ve got
these artist hands,
these god hands of mine
that can save lives.
What’s the point
when I’ve got little
writer veins
& no one can ever seem
to find my pulse?
Muse:She corrodes star shapes intoMuse:4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the hearts of sleeping poets,
slowly, methodically.
Sun Child,I am freezingSun Child,3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
& I am hungry
for fever’s lips-
her inky fingers
purging
a dry stomach.
My body is an ocean,
my limbs, but oars.
My tongue & teeth,
a life raft
keeping this madness
from sinking into blue.
Offering up 102 degrees
of skin;
You would think
I had something to say.
A Gods DebtSutured together by artists,A Gods Debt9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
devoured blasphemy-
hallowed out, & spit back up,
( you are afraid. )
Hooks longing for her ribcage embrace;
god-hands that can't seem to keep to themselves
grapple the gargoyle exterior of her deflowered frame.
( spread your legs. )
Red-inked and trembling,
prosetry masked as screams
knots into her anatomy.
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
Lonely Gods"I wish my body to be a staircaseLonely Gods10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to heaven." She said, "A conduit
of lonely Gods."—Swaying
pendulum hips, she, she
was made of stardust.- Scars sleeping
above a city of sweet bones, stirring
like sun-stricken scorpions during
hollow painkiller nights,
mistaking her redred burns
for Apollos kisses.
"Sadly, this body has whispered away
the last of my secrets."
The rule of nines.I know more about half-moon palmsThe rule of nines.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
than most know about lifelines
the kind that beg dandelion child,
love-yourself-breathless.
I know about forged castle ribs & broken homes.
Myths that are half fact & imaginary friend
turned bogieman -
Fangs that tear clear through ice-bone hearts
like they are nothing but pretty paper
to be folded over, again & again & again
by the hands of quivering youths:
Icarus, the reincarnated
sky conqueror searching for warmth.
NaPoWriMo: Day 2sometimes,NaPoWriMo: Day 23 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have this
sudden urge to cut
my hair.
most of the time,
i just wish I were anything
other than me.
a rocket ship, a bird-
the sweet flavored smoke
I promised my girlfriend
these briar patch lungs
would not in.hale.
instead,
i have fallen in love
with the strangest of things-
eyes that intimidate
godless boys.
the way my scars
play hide and seek
with her hands. -
the love letters
that start and end
with kisses
pressed against limbs.
i make promises
i know i can not keep.
but if i were a liar
i would say i was tired
of writing to the stars.
Mabonthere are dead leavesMabon8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
sprouting from her amber spine,
reaching with child-fingers
to devour the sun.
her skin is freezing,
seeping winter through
november pores.
seeking warmth,
the whiskey tongues
of godless boys
wish to decipher
the atlas of her thighs.
counting the sleepy fireflies
alight in her lungs- there is
wanderlust churning & warming
her frostbitten heartstrings.
swinging pendulum hips,
"I am the tease of autumn flames.
I breathe in mint sunsets,
& gasoline dreams."
N o v ai.N o v a10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
This distance between us
is devouring my lungs.
I'm left here gasping,
trying to suture back together
all the broken nights-
the cigarette burns in my bedsheets.
ii.
I'm tracing maps on my limbs,
and I'm painting black holes on my palms,
pressing them into letters
left on my nightstand
untouched and unread.
iii.
I keep telling myself
none of this is about you.
But I'm reaching for empty galaxies
as I try to remember what it felt like
to be one of a binary star.
iv.
Light-years away, and I'm here-
just another nova on your ceiling,
searching this vast universe for you.
Sometimes, you enjoyed being blind.Over 1,000 letters have found their waySometimes, you enjoyed being blind.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the pulsating heart of my wastebasket.
Until you.
You carried them away saying, "I'll use these
to fill the empty spaces of my universe."
You proceeded to tape them to your eyelids,
wear them like Augusts leaves along your limbs.
"I will be your voice and I will sing your words to the trees."
Slender spider fingers prancing across my misspelled scrawl.
She has the moon in her eyes.But, this body is a black hole,She has the moon in her eyes.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a hollowed out womb-
and these palms are sandpaper
thin and bleeding a silent stigmata.
"Not yet ripe to fall from her bed,
too young to understand her own limbs-"
She folds back July's origami skin,
wishing for the warmth of winters kiss.
She is a raven heart, thumping wildly
against the whispers of vintage lips.
Her bed is empty,
but the sheets are red.
August Lover,I want to wrap myself in your air,August Lover,6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
hold your secrets between my
ribcage-embrace & just
breathe.
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.
-this windowpane loneliness-5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
has devoured too many stars
making love to ocean beds.
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.
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
?
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."
Sta.sh
