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And I will Always be the Moon
We have gotten so attached to these days and these months,
but a deer doesn't know a Tuesday from a Thursday
and a caribou can't comprehend that it was born on a September afternoon,
but they can understand this instant, this moment, this breath,
only now, no longer the past, and only the future when they get there,

there's a healthy lack of awareness in that,
escaping the fear of death but thriving off the instinct to live,
everything so primal and based off gut reactions,
I guess you could say ignorance is bliss,
but ignorance only actually applies when it comes to humanity,
oh I would like a life like that,

one tha

you are my careful ghost
i. The air is thick and I'm drinking you in like sunlight through a silver straw,
I'm feeling like my spine has come unzipped and my crayola red innards have become exposed to the cool air,
you're like the slivers in my fingers that I can't pull out,
maybe I should try scraping off layers of skin with tweezers,
goodbye dead cells, hello fresh meat,
damn, why are you so fresh as fuck.

ii. A whirlpool has developed beneath my chest so there goes my sense of sanity,
actually it's more like boiling water, bubbling, spewing out passed my eyes,
and all I've been asking for is for you to either take me or let me go,
let's be honest, I cou

I am not RecyclableAs if I were recyclable,
your eyes break me down,
your gaze melts my aluminum limbs
and disintegrates my paper bones,

my heart leaps from the flames
and rides along the surface of your tongue,
because if you only knew how much I love you,
your taste buds would be burning for my blood,

if you only knew,
but you don't,

and I sure as hell can't tell you,
because you would use me
only to then throw me away.

helium balloon lungs
i. You write me notes scribbled on sandpaper
and I run them across my face,
scraping away layers of saccharine skin,

ii. Your eyes, made of cookie crumbs,
I'd like to dip them in milk
and watch them melt,
smoking like dry ice,

iii. You churn my childish heart
in circles and in circles
till I slip into cardiac arrest,

iv. I just remembered that time you
wrapped your arms around me like vines
and held me until you couldn't,

v. Oh what I'd give for a pair of
fortune cookie lungs,
inhaling intuition,
exhaling self-fulfilling prophecy,

vi. I've been fishing for horoscopes,
pasting them onto my bedroom walls
and on the backs

I'm Not Ready to Let GoYour fingertips carve melodies into my songbird skin,
carbonizing my charcoal bones
so I can write sonnets on the sidewalk
with the ends of my chalky joints.

Oh how your grazing hands
hold me,
your touch
lingers.

Your propane eyes
burn me up,
your toothy smile
ties me down.

I hold my breath
because these moments are fragile
as they are finite,

and I close my eyes
because love shouldn't be this ugly
or this hard to find.

palpitationsMy veins,
blue born licorice whips,
weaving webs for blood spiders on my thighs,
thin cerulean shoelaces tying knots around my wrists,
hold fast, heartbeats pumping like gasoline,
I am living, but I am not alive.

I dreamt of a flood and you were the waterLight bulb eyes,
burning through me like
electric currents,

Your waves
crash into me
as I dream,
your ocean spits me out
through seaweed teeth,

and I love you,
but you blink light
and breathe water,
so not only am I blind,
I am drowning.

steam
I'm sprouting crow feathers from my scapulas
while the air is much too thick to swallow,
my body melts into a pool of oil,
poisoning already noxious waters,

Then you find me in the ocean's center
and the water starts to boil
as we become the equator
and lose ourselves under the sun.

i want you because i shouldn't want you at all
i want you like i want succulent strawberries dripping over a white lacy dress,
i want you like i want complete silence on a sweltering august night,
i want you like it's dead rats melting over hot gutters and then it's your hot guts on my body.

i want you and your collarbones tied to my strings of saliva,
i want you smelling like you're some wild wolverine with incisors as sharp as rose petals,
i want you broken and bleeding just so i can nourish your wounds.

i want you dangerously close and always so,
i want you angry as you are passionate,
i want you in ways i don't even understand.

Salt
it's one of those

goldfish bowl empty afternoons,

dehydrated,

gills grasping for water,

fresh daylight

spilling over my aquatic limbs,

so thin boned and cold-blooded,

swordfish lips so sworn to

seahorse secrets,

i cannot see a way out of drowning

in all of this

open air,

my fins lie still

as does my two-chambered heart,

you never actually did need any bate,

i hooked myself,

then released my own salty ghost,

you only just laid me out to dry,

gutted and seizing.

cratersI like to think that over this past year you've come to understand
that my heart is a cratered sun
and my veins make up constellations across my vulnerable vertebrae,
because when I close my eyes,
it's you that my subconscious summons as I sleep,

There's just something about you that completely electrifies my skin,
your touch draws conclusions between the freckles on my forearms
and I'm left wondering how you even connected the dots,

But you make me nervous in a young kind of way
and there's this fragile sense of longing that I'm not quite sure i understand,
although tonight I could feel your laugh settle between my palms like a

as we become ghostsThe air is smooth and thin,
running over my shoulders like buttermilk,
I melt,
curling wax fingers
and smoke escaping my oak tree bones,
I don't know where I'll end up yet but
I know I'm close,
and I know I'm close because I'm still breathing,
inhaling that charred floral scent
where dahlias are breeding in the curves of my collarbone
and lilacs are blooming between each vertebrae,
intertwining with every rib, climbing them like strands of DNA,
oh you know I wouldn't mind if you used my ribs for a ladder,
go ahead and use me up like some sort of construction worker,
for my body is yours to take, my heart to break,
but I shoul

I've got the skin of snakesI am nature's baby
with human hands,
I breathe in with the trees,
to breathe out rings of smoke,
I am floral, I am a cumulus cloud,
I am a solid gold tombstone,
engraved with animal bone.

let your wildfire run free
i. It's a warm kind of rain and a growling kind of thunder,
throaty and crackling booms,
I've dreamt of this place before,
there's this room made up of tall glass windows,
outside is a wrap around balcony made up of stone with high ledges,
small fir trees grow in between the crackled rock
and I'm breathing slow, soaking in the sky's sweat.

ii. Perspiring and porous clouds melt over this broken land
and I'm realizing this place lives only inside my soul when sleeping.

iii. It is a hazy painting running over the contours of my unconscious mind,
it is airbrushed afterthoughts swirling with watercolor wishes,
it is the place where

To love like a rocking horse You are the highlight to my lonely night. You rush my mind like young currents rising onto the shore. I have no feeling in my fingertips and the air is thick and heavy and almost sweet. But these past few months have given breath to the void that lives in all of the empty places; space between ribs, backs of knees, and collarbone indentations. Oh, if only your body could bridge the gaps.

You know, I am sick of writing about you, nauseous actually. I don't want to smoke your pipe only to get high off loneliness anymore. The way I have ached for you, the way I have pined, is effervescent. Do I want you only because you are not mine?

No, I re

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Notes on CigarettesI got up and went to work. I stood at the register as a middle aged woman came up to pay. She let out a sigh as she met the counter and I could smell stale cigarettes spilling from her lips. It took me back. I could smell him on me once again. It was as if the scent of this woman allowed me to feel him, leaving me wondering if he ever feels me too.

UndressedI never said no, but I never said yes. His lips drew my heartbeats into palpitations. A sharp tongue brushed over my chest like a paintbrush. His brushstrokes left my skin coated in a cold red as though his tongue had drawn blood. I had mistaken manipulation for lust and I had mistaken lust for love. Where does the mind go when the heart is breaking? Emptiness used to walk the halls beneath my ribs, but this is a whole new kind of void. I don't want to lose myself under the weight of his hands any longer. For when I breathe, I want every inhalation to be my own. I want to bathe beneath silent waters and find a sense of calm as the ocean waves come to sweep me away. Oh how I wish to rest upon the shores of my sanity once again, to feel the sunlight drip down onto my spine, melting away the memories, leaving me with star shaped scars.

Sugar TeethSugary teeth,
candy hearts,
oh I'd cough up my own blood
just to see you smile,
but you taste of cotton candy
and rotting lungs,
making every lick of the lips
a gentle exhalation.

Thoughts on WithdrawalThis is withdrawal at its finest,
tremors rack my bones as my eyes roll back,
my hands shake, grasping at hollow thoughts,
I need you, I need you,
but it's more than that,
I need to need you,
unhealthy rotting beats of the heart,
pulsate, pulsate,
I am alone,
empty,
clawing at the underside of my own skin,
searching for a way out,
a release from this temptation,
where is freedom in all this loneliness,
must you fuck me to love me,
I loved, love you
and where are these leftover aches for you supposed to go?

I didn't mean it.I'm sorry for what I said the other day.

I didn't mean it.

I love you.

Blind I still have my sight
but a man has stolen my vision.

Curtains cover my eyes
in shades of blue and green,
this transparency is producing
kaleidoscopic effects.

I am afraid of what I cannot see,
blindness is a state of mind.

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Alcohol and Emptiness

by ~blackdahlia911, Dec 27, 2012, 1:06:59 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

It's Wednesday night (I think)
and I've had too much to drink,
I feel like talking too much,
maybe saying things I shouldn't,
and it's sad because all of those things
involve you,
the way you are,
and the ways in which I wish we could be,
you've completely emptied my veins of blood and
of hope,
you are the alcohol I should never have let in,
but now I can no longer
let you go.

Alcohol and Emptinessby ~blackdahlia911

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

_{going to edit this later, not the best time to be writing,
I normally like to include more imagery so maybe I'll add some in when I get around to it}

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Ew i hate alcoholism XP good job explaining it though

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