.i wake. in Personal More Like This
(he said dead was the best way that thing could ever have been anyway)
.she says. in Personal More Like This
you weren't made
for anything else
(cutting this cord day by day)
.september -. in Personal More Like This
i've been under
the illusion it's
for four days,
i sit on your knee
at the kitchen table,
roll one of the
bullets under my finger
cold gold and
do you know what
that is? -
but i don't think
you do -
you're fuckin weird,
you know that? fuckin
cold, maybe i'll just
start calling you
and he does
they grace me with
three days, and i cannot
to come with me
the only time i like you
is when you're asleep,
i gnaw one leg out of
just to crawl my way
(it takes everything i have not to smash my bottle over your head)
.she says. in Personal More Like This
explain these things
to me -
i say the silence sort of ticks - my sadness
has a face, think blue, think black and grey, think sanguine
red, the end of may, he had a pulse too strong
for me to take,
i killed it, stripped it bare, i carried it right
to it's grave - i say and
my lungs, they feel like frost, they're filled with silver
light and sharpness, rattling pips, a scream - i stayed
inside my bed for weeks, i didn't eat, i didn't
dream - i think in fire, flame, volcano,
resurrect you, keep your name
inside me like a splinter
(i could not bring myself to say yes, but i think you know that)
.i feel in a language. in Personal More Like This
i don't understand,
and the wings of the bird in my kitchen, they
won't get to feel the sky anymore -
and sometimes doesn't it feel good?
to put two fingers round the neck
of a flower and
hear the petals scream for
their withering limbs,
then start choking
.they greet me like old friends,. in Free Verse More Like This
ivory hands gripping my
shoulders a little too tight
to be forgiving
i tell them that i'm sorry,
and they know what i mean,
their smiles fade and the black
holes on their faces start to furrow
and i explain that it's not
quite time, not yet
i still haven't worked up the guts
to let them out
but they've heard this spiel before,
and it's getting harder to
silence the rattling, a myriad of
skulls and ribs that i can no longer
.the first time my father holds me,. in Personal More Like This
he shoves one hand
into my mothers arms
and grabs me
by the back of my babygrow, roughly
raises me up
with his big clenched fist
and i hang there, like a kitten
by the taut pink scruff
what a small nothing
(but now he is nothing, gone, dust)
.we are one and the. in Free Verse More Like This
same, that old willow and
me, we stand tall with the
scars that life gave us -
with the names of lovers
carved deep in our limbs,
and old burns from my
.i've been dreaming. in Personal More Like This
ribs poking up
through the ground,
a white and fleshless
thing that rattles
in his sleep,
haunches bare and clean
as a whisker,
he wretches with
the face of a devil,
he drops me
a sack of love
in the morning,
on the carpet
as well as the eye,
am i showing
enough backbone now?
a crescent moon on
my skull of
so he can gaze
at it even in death,
i don't care much
for the rites but
he looks good
on my bedside table
i close my eyes
to those three
on my wall,
i don't see
i don't speak
i don't hear
(what is this, a fucking cathedral?)
Missing BonesWe spent our nights star gazingMissing Bones in Free Verse More Like This
on the top of that local bar on 5th street.
You said you loved me by night,
that no star or moon in any given universe
could compare to me; that we were lost warriors
searching for a home within the roots of one another.
I believed myself a wandering ghost among the living,
searching for missing bones and the warmth of another's grave.
You shook me then,
kissing me where it hurt most-
just to test a theory.
"Like dead birds,
you are not faceless;
your rib cage has a meaning."
And I believed I loved you then
underneath the moon and stars
tipsy on your smile and your words
and your warmth.
Your hands must be the thieves
who stole these thin bones of mine-
because, I never wanted you more.
She Talks With MonstersThis girl never had a fear of monsters.She Talks With Monsters in Free Verse More Like This
She allowed them to rest on the insides of her eyelids,
the crook of her neck, the empty spaces of her chest cavity.
She had no fear, there were much scarier things in this world
than darkness, clawing at her back. Living for the night
she etched her dreams upon the bars of her cage
whispering of centuries past because she truly missed the sun,
grass on her back. Frosty Decembers have her forgetting
what it feels like to love, but she knows who she is
she doesn't need the taste of cigarette ash
suffocating her inside her own flesh.
November skies tore open this night,
ripping a hole in her bedsheets.
It is in those dark spaces between
bone marrow and heartbeats that she finds herself-
tattered and breathless, whispering dark secrets
into a strangers ears. Her origami limbs folding
like patterned paper only to reach desperately
for the sun kissed frills of Apollo's robes.
You.You told me onceYou. in Free Verse More Like This
you would break my stars,
tear them from the sky and devour them
s l o w l y.
I neglected to tell you
they all had their own feelings
and your bruises form my own constellation
in the quiet valleys of my firefly skin.
I am the milky way.
And you, my sweet-
You are nothing more
than a dead star
with a pretty name.
How did you get those scars?And I asked her,How did you get those scars? in Free Verse More Like This
"Do you remember
why I counted tiles-
sat in silence for hours,
wishing on the black holes
in my pockets?"
Stuttering against quiet delusions,
She bit a vintage tongue.
I tried to bury myself alive that night,
just to engrave the taste of rose thorn monsters
between the cracks of my glass skin."
Licking dry lips,
She asked to taste them.
Paper Hearts and Tattoo Love StoriesShe tattooed love in a foreign tonguePaper Hearts and Tattoo Love Stories in Free Verse More Like This
On her left wrist
Just so others would ask what it meant.
She sank her teeth into its meaning,
hoping one day the brand would bleed
Its definition upon her skin.
Lingering there, a forgotten kiss.
Lip-stick stained collars,
Little bones wired are ready,
Folded like patterned paper.
Sprinkled every which way.
Sharing herself fully with no one,
She made sure to leave her mark,
On every heart that beat her way.
DracoIt was the unwritten poetryDraco in Free Verse More Like This
dripping from her eyelashes
that made me love her.
She was a sinking ship,
and I longed to descend
into the watery depths
of her eyes-
I could hold
It was the bruises sleeping
on the curve of her hips
that called to me like hungry sirens.
Licking her salty lips,
I traveled the scattered freckles on her back.
Shaping an angry dragon as if together,
we were part of the sky, all long-limbed,
tongues and teeth- she whispered,
"Do you know the story of Draco?"
Universe GirlsheUniverse Girl in Free Verse More Like This
fell in love
while he was
still a planet;
she could only manage
to fall in love
with shooting stars
in the glare of your eyes.
what more could you truly ask
from a universe girl?
Your Poetry Sucks.Poetic verse does not sleep contently within your bones.Your Poetry Sucks. in Free Verse More Like This
You are not made of Shakespearean sonnets.
Metaphors do not cling to your teeth like snowdrops,
and similes do not lurk like assassins behind those false psychic eyes.
Your veins bleed nothing but red.
And your whispers,
they will never leave galaxies
along the length of spines.
So, Dear Heart,
you can take your stars,
your full moon romances,
the many, desperate love letters,
the gag-worthy cliches-
and eat them.