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The GameI melt at their words.
I call to their bestial senses.
I am the forbidden prey;
Even still, they chase and I give way.
In my prime, I prowl;
Mistress of the game,
I have yet to be tamed.
Locked in my cage, gnawing at the steel, I release a lonesome cry.
Gallantly, heroically they advance, beckoned by my shrill report.
Yet, all I want is to be free.
And, with zebra skin behind these bars they'd love to keep me.
I will break f r e e when you least expect me.
Ease a bit closer, my daring, my darling.
Nigh is your pet, nay, your knave.
And, with key in hand, here I shall keep you;
Saving pretty things for rainy days.
and the wind in your ear whispers my namehaving not yet touched, i miss your skin;
having never held you, i miss your warmth.
and it's as if-
pieces of myself have gone and committed a massacre in the winds
and floated all the way to georgia just to be with you;
except, the only killing that's happened is what's left inside me
and i won't be one with rebel leavings of myself again.
the flecks in my eyes are evidence of the parts that absconded
with fragments of my heart just to see you.
once in a while, they transmit messages to my brain to let me know they've found you
just as if they mean to say, "hello, we don't miss you, we've found our way home
without you," and my heart will skip a beat in agreement as it sings through my veins
"we've reached paradise. we'll see you soon."
once we've touched i'll never be the same
your magnet fingers will retrieve what's left of me
and we will be one.
desire in minor keyif only i were strings on your guitar,
to be touched and teased
till tremendous tremolo echoed
in these hollowing bones
fretting for your affectionate fingers to thrum
percussion gently along this rough curvature
my unvarnished body, natural concavities
resonating the rhythm of your sweet phalangeal beats
the heat, in each of your lovely palms, washing over me -
bending me, until i sing into the void
an anthem only yours
give me a voice
pluck calloused, never callously,
the notes growing slowly outward
from this sonorous garden,
my musical soul
sighs a song for you
each note hung, neatly strung, and laced
through my being -
would you find them all for me?
could you release each one,
with the delicate strums from your easy hands?
arpeggiate me amorously
away into the evening
until my frame is fully known
and the very molecules in me hum
as those caressed in your guitar
gently balanced upon your knee
the strings of which you touch and tease
and strum the love
you were 22 years in the making,
a sponge without water
since the day they plucked you from the ocean
and left the sea salt to sink into your pores.
I was something too heavy to wade in,
barely able to breathe,
21 years in the making
with floodgates barring my emotions
since the age of four.
At the first sign of droplets,
the salt of you drew me in
and eased the heaviness of my heart.
In your confessions of self-love,
in your tales of embrocation,
I was only ever your liniment;
was a thing to be forgotten from the start.
and I still keep running into parked carsMama,
your baby girl's swimming
in dead of the night
hair, scarred knees,
overgrown weeds, and
orange and yellow wheels
that hug my toes
I'm running into
trying to get
my kite to fly
and hiding under
listening to you
I'm rummaging through
boxes of secrets
that Daddy tried
solving puzzles with pieces
I'll never uncover
in these thoughts
the storm inside the calmsilence binds us in this faithful dance
children watching butterflies
our eyes smile -
through closed lips
your pulse flutters in your neck
while your muscles tense, pulling me to you
your heart latches to mine
just as the others it's tried
with so many ill attempts
your breath on my neck numbs my pain
as the thread pulls our pulp together
and i fasten it with kisses of
a butterfly's persuasion
being careful not to aggravate the bruises
with the mirrors of your eyes
you hear chasteness humming in my
soul's refrain as each i-love-you
rips across my eyelashes and into sewn strings
plucking out our sweetly bitter symphony
- and that's when you sing
with each tear joining my delicate strums
sparking together, our hearts jolt
full of life
If a Tree Falls in a Forestconcave concrete confines me,
i have sullied my nails on these walls and like my
heart, i have resigned myself to
finding a way out - i too beat against a cage,
bent-bellied breathing burdens me,
my lungs are tamped down, chocked with
lichen. wraith fingers
claw, scrabble, slip - desperate for
my nostrils fill with musty, coppered
salt and dust dance within my cottoned
mouth - i lust for
chalk etched bones quiver, throbbing
winter dances in my veins, storm-children
prance amid the tendrils of my
heart - alone,
they sing their swan song.
a dull pulse murmurs, whispering with
i will be the only one
to ever hear
its wintry hum.
Pisces Was A NeedlefishWith bloodshot eyes,
I await your stabbing kiss-
breath of hemlock,
cancer on your lips.
Give me gentle release
with each burning drip;
dizzying and damning,
the earth and sky will flip.
We'll fly into the ocean
and cast our lures amongst the stars;
though we catch only dark matter
and our rib cages collapse at such heights.
Red ribbons paint the water,
floating out our open mouths-
to inhale would be to choke;
exhaling was always more satisfying.
Ridding myself of the weight that nested
with claws in my throat and black feathers beneath my breast,
I will forget the way our mouths crashed
and how we weren't anything but a collision
of rusted dreams that sparked,
attempting to mimic constellations
but were never more than
asteroids and cosmic dust
strewn across a black canvas
made of envy and glittering lust...
Oh! And we were radiant-
though fleeting and unjust;
sweet addictions, always betraying
their initial lovers, a must.
After all, there is no want,
no need, without such desperati
A new kind of emptythere's a blank sign
with a toll free number
plastered all over this town,
painted disgusting with a red
and yellow banner-
defiling my insides.
Space For Rent
i'm tired of kissing things
'til they're better.
you assume i'm all out of words;
wait until this verse
drops us back to the chorus
and my bass line bursts through your chest.
i am not a project
or source of advertisement
for feigned mercy
and graceful distaste
of the things not aligning with you.
i'm not a mirror-
i am a canvas.
if you're not pictured here,
i'll include your name
on the blade inserted there
behind the frame;
i give credit
where credit is due.
absenteei always tried to draw the dark.
to sketch the shadows that lingered too long in
the corners of my room like
the corners of my mind.
but then again,
i never did like self-portraits
NaPoWriMo: Day 7Watch out.
She’s a devil,
Glad for her spine,
& her teeth,
even God hands fear her.
For she has arched her back
for a flower-woman
with sin dripping
from her fingers
-who taught her
how to laugh
like the stars.
Following YouStanding at the edge of this great divide,
I see the whole world standing still.
Thought I knew where I belong,
But now that thought is passing through.
It's getting cold now.....
All I now is you're not here.
I though that you and I could meet again.
When looking up at the great blue sky,
I see a world I cannot reach.
Know that I'm smaller now,
Just wish that I could fade away and go.
I thought that I was more than this...
I wish I could forget you...
All the time I thought of you,
All that time I hoped,
All those times I met you,
All those times were lost.
You left when my eyes were closed.
I know that maybe I should have looked your way.
Up above the world and
in that clear blue sky,
I can see your drifting,
waving me goodbye.
Hope - you - have - a - good - life
without me by your side,
don't look back.
I'm left here...
But now I know my soul's release...
On your back as you disappear...
Losing my BreathIt's 2am
and the calling birds
are hatching in my heart,
I feel it crack and they emerge.
Feel them drilling on my ribs,
the steady anxious thrum
of a flight risk
waiting to happen.
and I can't breathe,
memories of you
are nesting in my throat
I can't work around them.
It's cutting off the circulation,
and my frantic heart
tries to keep on.
and tears scratch their directions
into my cheeks,
they flounder and meander
and they erode.
My skin and soul is scraped down
layer by layer
and another day is heralded
by the angry flutterings in my chest.
I try to swallow my pride,
dam the tears
and crawl through the dark again.
Coughing up blood
and inhaling iron filings
(The remainder of
what used to be my life).
Never The Gold.I want my silver back,
I need to melt it down and forge a new connection
With someone else.
I want all the precious bits of myself
that I so willingly quarried for you.
I want my silver back.
roman 0crashed my car driving drunk for the iiird time this week
held your faded photograph in one hand and fell asleep at the wheel
pretended It was vintage, that the warm sepia
coating your smile and the frame wasn’t
spilled coffee and cigarette ash.
reality isn’t always as bright
as my camera flash on your face.
put the high in highway at ii hundred miles per millisecond
eyes wide and red and hollow and hopeful
that a cop would come running after me.
ive been needing someone
to hold me down and tell me
“you’ve been a very bad boy”
like you used to.
Swallowed i too many pills this time
(i didn’t lie when i said i’d only take
as many as i needed to feel better).
you made me see stars
or maybe that was just the medicine?
how strange i think who could ever like someone
so discernibly sour?
Me and MyselfLook at me for what I am,
What I am be and what I can,
Hard to see in light of day,
Don't let me just fade away.
Hard put not to fade away....
A harder core there be than what briefly is here. A sole survivor in this limbo that appears. But, hey....
To left and to right,
Sees the Endless Sight,
What was once born of nothing,
And yet not nothing,
Is among many and stronger within....
One and many,
Yet many and one,
Stronger than a thousand suns,
On we run.
Mightiest of all,
All our souls,
Together or single,
No or mingle,
We do what we must, deliberated by character and pride, soul and fight, inwards and outwards the struggle goes on...to.....
..............................................................................................find completion in the setting Sun.
the glass jardancing with mary
was like keeping several
galaxies in a jar closed tight;
we took a peek for just
a moment and the image of
stars and nebulae were forever
imprinted on our retinas.
we liked to think
that if we turned off the lights
and looked inside we might find
meteors, fireflies, paper planes,
cranes, sheet music, teacups,
soggy books, broken hearts,
broken pianos, those fifty cents
i gave to that homeless man
last tuesday. we might find
a glimpse of our future, together
or not together. in love,
or not in love. we might be druggies,
or prostitutes, bus drivers, cancer
researchers, secretaries, teachers
(if i am a teacher i will corrupt
the minds of all children, i will
let them think with their hearts
and not their minds
and this will destroy them all)
light behind your eyes.i remember once i was watching you stumble over bushes, with
your stringy black hair falling over your face as you tried to make it
back to the hotel room. i didn't sleep that night. i spend it straining
my ears through the cities noise making sure you were still breathing.
who knew the sounds of insides being thrown up would be comforting.
actually. i spent the better part of three years expecting you to die. i didn't
want you to. oh god no. never. it was just something i had accepted,
each time i caught the red of your eyes (that should have been white).
it settled in my stomach like a sickness, i wasn't okay with it, but i
learned to deal with it.
sixty five, that was the number of times you threw up that month,
and forty nine was the amount of times you swore you'd never drink again.
i would place my hand on your shoulders and tell you i believed in you,
but i never fully believed you. if you stopped drinking, it was the pills,
if you stopped both of them, your lungs would still be
my hell is whitethe only summers ever known
locked inside my heart
frost bites at extremities
chilled air invades my chest
as i inhale;
the sharp sting crippling
and i pull my arms into my breast
fighting to keep you there
i memorize and recite
stirring melodies your words danced
into the grooves of my brain-
it's my only escape;
whoever said hell is alight
was sadly mistaken-
i know the deep is really white
and it's trying to suffocate me
cinch up my dress;
put a little color
in this- forever
winter, wonder lost
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