shatteredi watched youlay the darkest partsof yourself along my bed,kept you safe as theygrew violent.they may stillbite like razors,but your armorhas grown thicker.
surgeryi promised not to scarmy skin. so i cut out mybrain and hurled it intothe river.just like cancer, the worst of me is dead.
a note on poetsi believe it improperto think we're a breedexempt from normal humanity.maybe we can make detailstaste better than others, butwe're still human.
twentythe river flarestinged with champagne from the hue of the sky,broken tortoise shell abovebut the glow is farfrom warm.raw teeth have startedgrowing in the windand everything around meis dying.
nineit's funny how carefulwe are aboutdamaging ourselvesproperly
Defeating a Mental Disorderthe sludge in my frontal lobes isbleaching white; a clear photonicpuzzle of what my thoughts usedto be. my mind feels about fivepounds lighter without the constantbombardment of negative chemicalsrushing through mushy grey matter.if summer were a medicinei'd take three doses everyday,injecting raw sunlight into myveins and swallowing your smilewith a heavy glass of water.my demons won't freeze, perhaps they'll burn
seventeena flock of vulturesfollowed me home,their mouths aflame withhunger.but i don't find it strange;as humans, we harborblight in our bones
Winterwinter waswolves with glass teethand frozen wordsso frail they shattered beforei heard themit wassolitude wrapped aroundpastel grimaces, anddeadpan love pinnedto my coatit wasdistant memoriesgrowing lukewarm.i left them out ofsummer too longand now they've spoiled
six words concerning self-esteema declawed cat can still bite
summer stormyou once told memy angerwas a summer stormand that mountainsare not movedby the rain;but if I am to be rain, my darling,I will bring to you my thunder;I will wear my acid smileand I will burnyour shining citiesto the ground.
Apologies to a friendYou pour your heart out to me,and are willingto submerge mein an oceanof loveyet when I see the waterrushing towards me,I convince myselfI don't liketo swim
Lost and FoundHe has prayed as muchas he said "I love you" in both casesthey were inaudibleOccasionally you can hear himwhen he traces the outline of yousimilar to the waya stroke induced Decemberremembers to speak springlike he's seen you before in his dreamsYou can hear himwhen his eyes linger at your smileas if he could find faithfrom your lighttrapped, imbedded in insecurityhis way is a broken record even the deaf could listen toHe will not say I love younot because he doesn'tbut because you can not hear a manyou have yet to meetbut when you do, oh god, you will be brutally awareBecause with love like hisyou could drown twiceand not want to come up for air
UnspokenFor the loveI never shared.For the thingsI'll never tell.For all the secretsBig and small.For the timesI ignored the calls.For all the wordsI left unspoken.I'm now drowningIn my emotions.
For Some ReasonFor some reasonMy hands shakeWhen I see you.For some reasonMy voice is goneWhen I'm with you.For some reasonMy hearts beatsEven faster by you.For some reasonI've fallen in loveWith someone like you.
where do you fall when you fall in love?i see my voice curl toward the sky in crystal breathsas i stand beneath the stars and ask the gods"where do you fall when you fall in love?"and in the distant thunder roars as zeus clears his throat.lightening strikes to start a fireand in anticipation i sit by the flames as he begins his story."love," he says, "is the beautiful medicationthat we drink to still our pain,but often it is overdosedand we always end up crashinglike a star falling from my sky."as i watch the shadows dance about his faceaphrodite proudly walks to uswith her golden grace and emerald eyes."there's a kingdom," she says with ivory verse, "just below the seaand it awaits young lovers therewhere they drown for all eternity."at the mention of the sea, poseidon falls down to usfrom his chariot atop the cliff and in his booming voice he declares;"and in that cavern the butterflies are drenchedand with heavy wings they cannot flyso they suffocate the lovers."with the quietest gait of a clumsy fox
TreatyThe long warBetween the heart and brainHas ended.A treaty has been signed.Finally,Bringing harmony between selfAnd community.We call it poetry.
seastormI,a wreck-age wearingat the sea(m)sof tidal vacancy;I am the ocean, andthe moon hasforsaken me.tocling to reason,I stumbled onabsence stagnant,abrupt. bedridden yetever chas(m)ing, I fell to salt-soakedground from adon’t-leaveprecipice.threewords were all it tookbut all you do is take.I am wakingand I am shakentsunami waves that breakin empty frantic fury;you aregoneforthe briefest reposeor instant of stillness,I yearn; insteadI am abandoned by language,I am bound to languish beneathmountainous (n)ever-resttempests that swell,that quelleven the most desperate of breaksfor the shore.
Bury the TruthBury your dreams, dear children, quick,hide them away from the moon and the sun.Drown your hopes, dear hearts of gold,keep them away from the Devil’s reach.Silence your songs, beautiful birds in the wind,speak no words to the stars in the night.Hush your cries, sly fox in the woods,keep them hidden from the ears of life.Sink into the earth to become one with nature,sink into the sea to understand death,keep all your thoughts and feeling from the living,hide all your secrets from prying eyes.Quench your grief, dear children, quick,smile through your dying song.Force your joy, dear hearts of gold,give no sign that indicates truth.Lie to them all and be deceiving,twist the truth to hide who you are.Put on the mask so they don’t see you grieving,and never reveal the open wound.
post-conflagrationoh, darling, look at us;a crooked collection ofashen-faced chaotic nobodies,struggling to stand straight.we used to burn so bright,but we're just now learningwhy no-one loves fireworksafter they've gone out.
sugarclawyou sang, watermysticrosehips swaying two heartsto a shelland i, niagarafell beneath, earth tesselateseeping in infinite squaresbut this is no desert lovestory you are telling, liesstretched over acreso' your sweetscented mouth
i am worth it.and if this feelingonly lasts for tonight,i'll swallow the night;rearrange the starsto map theletters of my namebecause i am worthevery second it takesto let the world know i'm alive
celeste's notion She likes to ravage poetry; destroy it as it falls off the tip of her tongue, along with the poison in her veins. She likes to devour words like death, consuming life; like a kiss that claims the soul. She likes to funnel frustration into a lullaby, into a stanza; she likes to coalesce contradictions – "hurt" with "harmony" "scream" with "sigh" "insult" with "inspire" because it's all the same to her; She likes to caress literature with her lips, with the slight whorls and spirals in her fingers; intoxicating and intimate and the slightest bit innocent. She likes to feel seraphic; feel powerful and godly in a world
Hope is a beaconHer lighthouse eyesguide him home.
words, wonderlight has faded and words are heavy,but there is a delicate magictwisting between your fingers.it is all a-scribblewith pencil-marked miracle metaphor, flowing, flying, melisma without music;syllables stitching terra firma to firmament in intricate vulnerability;stanzas that require neither breath nor soundto echo, infinite,within the depthsof susurrous souls.it is cold and it is dark,but there is a fire in youand you use it with a fierce gracethat illuminates the shadows,and ignites the demonsuntil not even the grey spacesthat haunt and harrycan hold dominion.they are exposedthey are brokeninto shards of sunriseand rays of a quietyou-are-worthy hue.you scare away the nightwith exhalations that blowaway the fogged emptinessinside, over and over,sparking fireworks fromwhat was thoughtto be ash.
SpacesWhen you saidyou needed space,you meant morebetween your fingers,so you could holdsomeone else's hand.
.and they knew,they knew i'd gone -when they found me outside crouchedwith a string box and stick, singingi'm going to catch me my death,make him sick -now i sit in a gown that is whiterthan white, doesn't suit me,this ghost to myself -on the corridor bench with my kneestucked in under my chin, rattlingwith green yellow blue(i've told you, i know where i'm going)
Sunseti saw Darkness chasing Light hoping to devour her To dye her sun-tipped feathersinto the dark abyss that was his ownLight was not to go down not without a fight Unleashing fire into the sky painting it orange, red, and pink But Darkness jumpedAnd swallowed her whole then he spat out her glittering bonesthat got caught inside his throat
sailyou were the boat that deliveredme happiness, crates filledwith flowers and honey.but anchors rust,ropes fray,and all boatssail away.