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I, ApostropheLabel me the apostrophe.
Providing union prophecies
and communion plays
to quench your exotic fixations
Coaxing your child-caliber -
through coated girth and doubt.
Naming off syllables of sitcoms
till re-runs act as lungs -
breathing mediocrity as genius
and sewing smiles securely to your lips.
Undoubtedly, the quill tip sips
the prayers you pray for me
because no man's sonnet reeks or bleeds
such as this nomad's need.
Ignorantly, my bliss poises your beauty
and admits that I -
am your sole apostrophe.
The CrowBirthed before the white flames of snow, is a crow of intellect with a darkened glow.
A glow from the shadows, deathly and grey, it dwells within souls of the crow's mindless prey.
Such blood-filled specimens without a clue or a light, they wander the deep oceans without knowledge of fright.
Dimensions of fear drown their pitiful eyes, the crow only watches them from above the black skies.
It scavenges their bodies and devours their hearts, nevermore seeing humanity as it ignores and departs.
hope is in all of us.i want to shed this snake skin
over and over until
i am raw, and new, and alive again.
i want to sew my eyes shut
and be blind until
there is something worth seeing.
i want to hibernate through this era
and stay asleep until
the next ice age comes
and the slate of this planet
has been wiped clean,
i want to begin again,
i want to change,
i want to transform into something
that can survive her own mind.
i want to escape,
i want to run away,
i want to create something new.
i want to be found in every lonely soul-mate,
in every last goodbye,
in every broken home,
in every single person,
under 'new-found hope.'
Sleeveless.her heart is missing.
her chest is just a cage;
a cavity; a hole; a hollow
with the lights off and
there is no one home in
her dark chocolate eyes.
she doesn't walk on stars.
she doesn't dream on clouds.
her life is better now that she
doesn't live in the red dirt
alien land that is beyond
definition with people who
have no hope of being saved.
galaxies are far out of her
reach and it's frightening
to know that one day she
is going to die; one day
she will look in the mirror
and realise that there is
no point to it any more.
her tears are scarring her
face each time she cries.
her fingernails are just
stubbs from all the biting.
children hate adults
- until they become one.
she's missing her heart.
it's on her sleeve.
FlawlessI refuse to clothe
myself in a mantle
Fill my cracks
highlight my faults.
Soothing SilenceCold winter mornings, the sky a sea of gray.
Beauty of ice on the ground, in the air.
Awake before the sun, before the world.
Comforting quiet. Contemplation. Meditation.
Waves of utter silence crash against my ears,
muffled by the layers of snow.
Snow covering everything. Houses. Roads.
I walk right down the middle of the highway,
without a fear. Calming. Soothing.
Refreshing, brisk, cold air wraps around
my face, wind through my hair.
Head to the sky, I shout.
Fades, then gone.
I am alone with myself
DissipateMy flesh is stretching --
reaching for the words that
are right outside my grasp
just to keep your taste on my tongue
the ache in my thighs is
setting fire to my blood,
bleeding me thin and worn
My body is folding --
collapsing into creases that
flutter beneath your fingertips
and suffocate for escape
I am breaking down into particles
and burning the ashes
to leave no trace of a memory
I am full of holes like a beauI am full of holes like a beautiful tapestry devoured by moths.
Each night I sew myself shut and everyday I split open at the seams.
I read and re-read and circle the words on my page
Underline the wolfsbane, the nightshade, and yew
I poison myself and end my affliction
Sand and ash is all I will leave
Mating callOne day I will tell you how boring it is to bark at the moon
once you know how to howl
or how tedious days get when you wake up in pristine cotton sheets
with your heart still whole
I might let slip a word or two about the hollowness
that slowly eats at my insides these days
Did you know that emptiness could be so heavy ?
I didn't, just like I didn't know that I would come
to miss your clothes strewn across the room
You see, I never realized that they were the banners
of a neverending war that would wreck our bodies
but leave only pleasure in its wake
So now I keep picking at the scabs adorning my hipbones
but the lack of pain only ma
She disagreesA mesh of throbbing veins nests in the putrid den between my eyes,
A thing grown fat on sour blood and the opiate of wicked thoughts -
A thing that screams in rhythm with the grinding of nails ‘gainst the swollen
Lining of my ill-conceived liar’s skull - better used had it collapsed in the womb.
Innocent, the lashed lamb reaches out for soft, withered hands,
And begs to bathe in the warmth of arms rife with unfulfilled promises.
Long-forgotten mirth clings to her lover’s ribs like torn cellophane,
Pluck’d, worthless and left to flail in the wind – tattered reminders
Of an age that never sh
FallingThis is the first breath of air
just when you think you've drowned.
This is Beethoven's Fifth
after a lifetime without sound.
This is crisp, clean water
after a desert-filled eternity.
This is rebirth without death,
heaven after graveless purgatory.
A Little MoreSoft lips-
Across my flesh.
It was a moment-
Is when I realized-
That she was all I needed.
With words fresh.
From the sun.
Is when we stopped lying-
And finally conceded.
This poem was how I told you our story-
Of a couple of more-than-friends.
We still remain so.
An Ugly Thing Called Romance The silent lovers
Secretly kissing behind the door
The Screaming and shouting
Of an everlasting tragedy
Never ending cause of failure to realise
The room is locked
Softly she moans
Yet outside they can't stand together
Without unreasonable excuses being made
It's an ugly site
A real 'born to die' situation
Yet nobody listens
To common sense
And all his companions watching the fight
It's an ugly site
When you want things to stop
But the romance seems to carry on
... And on.
my body is a peace offering.
having me around
you don't want to want me,
because you know
i don't want myself.
you don't want only pieces of me,
but you don't want me whole,
you think that
you can pick up
the broken shards
as i fall apart
and keep them separate,
keep them yours,
and say i belong to you.
you didn't see,
as i tore myself wide open
and picked apart every bone,
plucked out every tendon,
tore away every vein,
and shoved them all at you.
you averted your eyes
as i begged you to have me,
a day too late
for you to still be
pleading to take me.
burning.your pores leak gasoline, you make my skin burn in the worst way.
my bones are your charcoal,
my organs are your firewood,
the flame seeps through my skin
and soon its in my veins, under my nails, behind my eyes.
like rain water
running through your veins
i can taste it
through your skin
and in your blood
i want to ask
your precious essence?
but i know the answer
never mine, never mind.and i was your hurricane. i was your earthquake. i was your self-destructive disaster to watch from a distance. something that was beautiful and painful to watch at the same time. i wonder what this looks like from the outside. unraveling people like candy and taking what's inside, leaving only the empty wrapper, the empty shell, forever carrying their disgustingly satisfying insides with me. it must have been fun to watch, because you cheered me on.
but i get tired of this game. i've been realizing that once you remove the wrapper all the candy is made of the same thing, and my sugar-high is crashing. i've grown gluttonous, taking so much a
this is our burdenmy soul song is the
tea kettles whistle
it expells steam like spirits
and we all wish
we could banish our demons
these walls are held up
by kind ghosts and curious ghosts
they make a house a home
if you let them
why do you think
the sight of a newly vacant lot
is more sorrowful than
the childrens vacant eyes?
we all carry water vapor inside us,
things that tie us down
to this concrete ground
but we are not tea kettles
and my lips
cannot form the whistle-notes
to expel ghosts
so i carry them
we carry them
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