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Persephone
You were everything.
Softness upon innocence
I have always been enthralled by the
formlessness,
finality
of you.
I did not have to utter in my grief
you were hidden
in the incense-burning of my soul.
In smoke you became beautiful,
a phantom to all
but you were always
real
to me.
-D.E.M
Isaac
My back broke under the weight of the
expectations I had
for you.
I saw you not as you are
but as flawed as
I am.
We are who we pretend to be
and I have worn the mask of tragedy
for far
too
long.
So great are our tears
yet so small our sufferings.
-D.E.M
Blood Mother
I love you in your inexistence
rabbit’s ear
baby’s breath
you are dust
but you are
mine.
Misadventures and
dew drop mornings
small curls
large eyes
my bones cannot knit your future.
Sunsets and moonbeams
sleep burdens our eyes
your soft lips sigh
there is a better world for you
than this.
-D.E.M
Unintended
I found you, perfect
tucked within imperfect flesh
a ghost
a whisper
you.
You asked nothing of me,
but I desired the world
from you.
Even with good intentions
the ones we love tend to hurt us the
most.
The house I built for you
crumbling
bleeding
and
just
like
that
I lost you.
-D.E.M
Eclipse
You dreamed me.
A breath in crescent pulses
suddenly I am
existing in your pillowed fantasies
tucked beneath heavy eyelids.
Soft, willing
moon flesh
there is magic in your bones.
Vulnerable, we
remained entwined
carried by the night tide
imperfect
I am yours.
-D.E.M
Fragility
A tree
you
fell
a summer of awakening
now the winter of
death.
Silent crashing
becoming of the earth
and I sank to the bottom
your waves of flesh an
endless river.
Words
quiet
tears
separated
forever.
-D.E.M
Memo
I am
barely a whisper.
Dashed upon the rocks I am
a broken afterthought
shipwrecked
lonely
small.
Equally bound by crushing expectation
I breathe in coal
my lungs are blood diamonds
sold to the unblinking masses.
A child, I
grasp to dreams
my little hands were not meant
to hold.
-D.E.M
Aries
You were born in thought,
a fragment of a dream
but even then
I loved you.
Knit from bone
you became whole
a sweet revelation
in my own rebirth.
You opened
as I closed
my breath cast into the quiet
burning bush.
-D.E.M
Disinfectant
Children do not forget.
We were on the cusp of greatness,
standing on worn, wise shoulders
you cast us down the wishing well
our innocence drowning in rigid expectation.
Dial tones
letters
we do not answer the call
our response irrelevant
to your adult sensibility.
Lurching in your death rattle
we are folded in pages of your forgotten history
only are we perfect
when desperate fingers have
nothing else to cling to.
Children, we
do not forget.
-D.E.M
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Blood Mother
I love you in your inexistence
rabbit’s ear
baby’s breath
you are dust
but you are
mine.
Misadventures and
dew drop mornings
small curls
large eyes
my bones cannot knit your future.
Sunsets and moonbeams
sleep burdens our eyes
your soft lips sigh
there is a better world for you
than this.
-D.E.M
Eclipse
You dreamed me.
A breath in crescent pulses
suddenly I am
existing in your pillowed fantasies
tucked beneath heavy eyelids.
Soft, willing
moon flesh
there is magic in your bones.
Vulnerable, we
remained entwined
carried by the night tide
imperfect
I am yours.
-D.E.M
Aries
You were born in thought,
a fragment of a dream
but even then
I loved you.
Knit from bone
you became whole
a sweet revelation
in my own rebirth.
You opened
as I closed
my breath cast into the quiet
burning bush.
-D.E.M
Mental me
I always remember, always something was wrong.
In my unhappy and pain, Faith hit me and didn't care.
Very fast I stopped be child, but I don't know if I ever was childish.
And really, every part of human nature is close to me.
It is funny how strange thing was in my head.
But I see too much and hear more.
Jo, I am Jo.
Maybe something change if you know.
Strange and shame Jo.
What she think now?
I know only I.
In school, they asked to if I was normal.
If they had know, maybe they would have understood me.
I believe that what I do is right,
Because better be mad than normal.
Jo, I am Jo.
Maybe something change if you know.
Strange and
Crepitus
You would kill them, slowly.
       Every slug on the wet sidewalk, a silent victim
                  to your salt revolver
                  and I would say nothing.
I would never stand up to you,
  my voice cowering in its box.
Maybe I was terrified, a slug myself
             or maybe I liked to watch things die as well.
But that would make me a murderer
       and I don’t think I am ready.
Not yet.
                No
Monday
Did you wake up
one morning and decide
your name was Monday?
Did you lay out slip and stockings
and decide that pretty
was really underneath,
and that your face alone
would buy you nothing?
Did you think
of the men staring
on the bus
and in the elevators
as the car moved up the girders
so high your skirt
was a balloon?
And did the brush of
his sleeve
against your breast
as the crowd moved forward
stop your boots
from crossing the street
and send you into traffic
wanting to feel his name?
Spotlight
Dogsong
You ripped me from my mother.
I was but a gnat, wholly insignificant
a fly, caught in your web of displeasure
but even then
I knew how cruel this world can be.
You were a jealous god
coveting, the gnashing of teeth
your apologies inconsequential
my voice too crippled to rise and
meet them.
But in this betrayal I am faithful
licking the back of your throat
until I sleep with the red fern
roots deep in bone
birds above me
mother beneath me.
-D.E.M
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The Killing Joke: an Article
Hello my fellow writers, readers, and artists!
For those that don't know, I contribute to a really awesome geek blog called
Agent Palmer ! It is essentially all things geek, and I feel very lucky to have the opportunity to add my thoughts to it!
For everyone out there that loves Batman, I wrote an article about the upcoming animated rendition of "The Killing Joke," and I wanted to share. It is one of my favorite stories in Batman, Joker, and Oracle lore, so I jumped at the chance to give my perspective on it. The story itself is extremely complex in terms of theme and character development, so I didn't cover everything it had to offer, but
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