For Your Consideration by RhapsodyinAlto, literature
Literature
For Your Consideration
Dear Boy: all I want is your summersunsmileon my sheets in the morning. my lips to be your favorite flavor
(no matter what lip gloss I have on) your hand in mine as my heart triptripbeats over sand dunes and old scars.In return, I am prepared to give you everything.(Dear Me: Please don't fuck this up.)
And now is all I'll ever be by RhapsodyinAlto, literature
Literature
And now is all I'll ever be
Today is Friday.Monday your heart was summer sun and champagne, your eyes calm, warm, content. Monday you felt finally whole, stitched and new, shiny.Then your smiling white knight slammed his fist through your chest, squeezed your heart free of your body and let it drop onto the gravel driveway.You deserved this, you had it coming, you stupid, stupid girl, this is all your fault. And the week that should've been the perfect end to the best summer you've had since you were 16 was suddenly sporting giant spiderweb cracks through everything. You smiled because you had to, but your eyes were closed and dark and grey against the August sun. Y...
Tonight,
I am
consumed:
words spinning
through veins,
blocking the oxygen
to my brain
until
I am
asphyxiated
by consonants and connotations,
vowels (a
malignant tangle)
like the rush of water,
the scream of
sudden silence
that comes after Tonight,
I am
constructed:
a mere reflection
that glimmers
once
across your pupils
before soaking
into your retinas.
A paint-by-number set
you memorized
years ago
and lies buried
beneath
half-finished projects
on your coffee table.Tonight,
I am
smothered
casually,
until my eyes
are glassy,
my lips
stiff and blue.
Shrouded in a navy comforter
with a kiss
while you
watch the candles burn
and
eventually
all...
And now is all I'll ever be by RhapsodyinAlto, literature
Literature
And now is all I'll ever be
Today is Friday.Monday your heart was summer sun and champagne, your eyes calm, warm, content. Monday you felt finally whole, stitched and new, shiny.Then your smiling white knight slammed his fist through your chest, squeezed your heart free of your body and let it drop onto the gravel driveway.You deserved this, you had it coming, you stupid, stupid girl, this is all your fault. And the week that should've been the perfect end to the best summer you've had since you were 16 was suddenly sporting giant spiderweb cracks through everything. You smiled because you had to, but your eyes were closed and dark and grey against the August sun. Y...
Tonight,
I am
consumed:
words spinning
through veins,
blocking the oxygen
to my brain
until
I am
asphyxiated
by consonants and connotations,
vowels (a
malignant tangle)
like the rush of water,
the scream of
sudden silence
that comes after Tonight,
I am
constructed:
a mere reflection
that glimmers
once
across your pupils
before soaking
into your retinas.
A paint-by-number set
you memorized
years ago
and lies buried
beneath
half-finished projects
on your coffee table.Tonight,
I am
smothered
casually,
until my eyes
are glassy,
my lips
stiff and blue.
Shrouded in a navy comforter
with a kiss
while you
watch the candles burn
and
eventually
all...
who painted your
blank face
and clean
slate
with labels
(pasted) primitiveshades which haunt
while they still livewho set your place
with empty plate
father's bread
broken (heart)
then gonelast supper/suffer
at the Odeonperched on Mulholland
to prophesy to
cry your death
over fading California
lights
to shift
your island
among manyto inject those tropic
nights
and (never) wake
as the meridianthe lost can sing
loss
can sing
tragic repeatsthe history we bleed
messages scrawled
on city streetsthe same old
same - oh
some say
insane
so sweetand plaster your name
gray
while angels weep
and color shrieks
I found a man in my garden bed,
Picking herbs for his wife, he said,
For she was hungry and heavy with child.
"For greens, your daughter is mine," I smiled.
So after the birth, I took her away
To a tall, doorless tower where she would stay.
I was her mother, she my one care--
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your fair hair!"
But then a prince came and stole her young heart,
So I cut her long locks and let her depart.I took her tresses for my own
And saw how beautiful I had grown.
Then I wondered: could I, too,
Find a prince so valiant and true?
I married a king, to my delight,
With one daughter named Snow White.
Though his age was quite obsce...
Sorry for the massive upload dump - the past few months have been rather insane, what with the graduating, and moving, and trying to find a job, and my laptop (finally) keeling over, and some fabulous hurdles in my social life.On the upside, I'm in a much better place, in pretty much every way. And with any luck, I'll stop being all procrastinate-y and get motivated again, and start uploading on a slightly more regular basis. Yay!Thanks to those of you still watching/commenting. It truly means a lot.Love!PS - I also recently re-joined Ex-po-zure, a fantastic photography club that I highly recommend... as long as you're up to sorting throu...