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I let the water take controlIt's been awhile since I've been underwater,
so I drew myself a bath
and let the water rush itself into the tub
like blood to the brain,
as it pooled into the fiberglass basin
I felt the tides start to rise
while the pond I created began to
encase every limb,
my lips brushed against the water
in a liquidated kiss
and my blonde locks melted into the sea
as if my name were Medusa and
my strands of hair were snakes,
but my body dissolved into what it used to be,
I became the water and the water became me.
NocturnalWrapped up tight by my own wings,
I hang upside down
while the blood rushes to my head
inside my cobwebbed cocoon,
Ultraviolet rays flicker against my eyelids
in colors I have never seen,
yet maybe I have once before,
I saw them the first time your skin brushed mine,
a kaleidoscope of solar energy
making me blind enough to see the light,
Your voice now echoing in a frequency
only I can hear,
it ricochets through my thin bat bones,
lingering along my teeth
so I can taste the way you sound
along the backside of my cavity,
But now you've been bitten
because I have no control,
my incisors sinking in to your handsome heart
because you are ripened fruit
in the dead of Winter
and I am a parasite
in Summer's wake,
If only the day ever met the night
maybe we could meet again,
but for now this must be enough,
so I return to the shelter of my own wings
to protect myself from the sun
and your own astrological luminosity.
I am done listening to youOh sweet darling, don't worry about me,
I've gone and figured out who I am,
a rabbit told me, whispered it in my ear,
he said that if I wanted to be free that I had to let go,
so I did,
loose ends and loose grips,
your fingers slip off of me too easily,
now guess what,
I am done, I am done, I am done,
it's been too long since I felt love for myself
so I don't need you to tell me that I am pretty
or to give me the satisfaction of your attention,
I just need to tell myself that I am as beautiful as the baby dragonflies
that hover over the ocean of blood inside my heart,
and that I am as ageless as dinosaurs breathing
and coming back to life.
And I will Always be the MoonWe 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 that is organic, tangible, and ripe with bloody berries,
one where carnal creatures run rampant,
one where we rise from the dirt with muddy thighs
because we were bred into these earthly bodies
to hold seconds in our palms like newborn children,
and to throw our heads back and howl against the awareness that we are dying,
for oh this skin is only our host,
the story of a girl made of fire and of bloodThat red dress flowing at her ankles like blood,
rippling against her river thin frame of fire,
she is burning, burning so bloody,
she sweats and she cries and she falls to the ground,
but her eyes dance in the flickering flames
and her heart skips when his voice catches on her pastry flake flesh,
his voice lingers there, rests, soul upon skin, sin upon sin,
her body cooked tender.
The CatalystI have thoughts
but I never think.
Underestimation of your affection,
of your jealousy,
I, a breaching whale who breathed too deep.
Like bubble wrap
the air pockets in my lungs are pop, pop, popping;
I am nothing if not lonely air.
My thoughtless mind
so driven by my gullible heart,
too quick to believe you could ever love me
at least the way I love you,
But is this love if I am bleeding?
Your carnivore's touch,
your narcotic smile;
catalysts in my river of veins.
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PleaseI am consumed by a love concocted of carnivals, carousels, and the color green.
My heart beats to the sound of the circus but if I were a lion, you could not tame me.
I want to be wild and free with you, feel you, feel your thoroughbred horse skin over muscle,
then muscle against bone until we are running with our backs to the neon lights,
moving through time in a space of supernovas,
completely unbridled movement of hips and hooves and heavenly angels,
then it's your firefly wings burning through me like a Saturday night fever
and I'm sweltering under your touch,
but my love for you is strange
because as you hold me with empty arms,
I realize that I have been writing passionate poems
about days that were never ours
and moments that I only wished.
So God if you can hear me
please let me have him
or at least give me the strength to move on.
The boy who swallowed a tempestShe once loved a boy who swallowed a tempest.
Her fingertips couldn't quell the storm,
He thrashed, hurricanelike,
In their sea of sheets.
When the Sabbath came,
And he couldn't choke out three words,
She ran home to her mother,
In her big wooden house.
She cut off all her hair,
Still safe high in her tower.
Her prince loved a king,
She locked the door and ate the key.
He lay in bed alone,
Kings don't keep bed with stable-boys,
And for the first time,
He missed her, but not like that.
Opening a window,
He lit a match, and blew smoke,
And rose to her threshold,
She said nothing.
No sorries were said,
But that night, they slept soundly.
Getting OldI have messages in bottles
written in blood,
and words in my head
that cause tears to flood.
I have scarred knuckles
and shattered glass,
I have no reflection
or smiles that last.
I have no heart
which I'm willing to give.
I have no life,
which I'm willing to live.
What can I say,
to make you understand?
Don't grow up, dear,
nothing goes as planned.
You break and shatter,
and forget the starry night.
You cry and turn bitter,
turning away from the light.
You're so young right now,
and ask why I'm so cold.
Just remember, love,
this happens when you grow old.
SmashedI gave it to you and you broke it,
You can't replace it,
Pieces are missing,
complete sections gone.
I feel so empty,
so cold and forlorn.
Heaven or Hell.Music blaring some rock song
not where you think
it would belong.
Smoke on the water
or High way to hell
both seem to fit well.
The people attending
do not know how to take
if this is the funeral
whats of the wake.
Was always a rebel in life
said what I felt
could not hold my mouth
if I had I would not
be here now.
They think they have heard
the last of me
that when the curtains close
in to the furnace I go.
If I go to heaven or hell
Only I can tell.
Heaven with its angels
what a sight.
Hell with the devil
party all night.
You will hear from me soon
watch my picture
in the living room.
If it falls to the floor
rest assured you need
worry no more.
Down below having the time
of my life looking
for a horny wife.
Soul MateTo halves to make a whole,
That's what they say isn't it?
You don't love yourself,
You put yourself down.
So from now until forever after,
I will love you till you learn to love yourself.
But just remember,
That even when you do,
When your heart beats whole,
When you finally realise how amazing you really are,
That I still love you more.
And that I will stand by your side,
For the rest of my life
Proving that I love you more.
To make a whole.
That complete each other.
I believe that I am weak,
That even a feather would bring my toppling towers down.
That my existence,
That I am nothing.
I say I have no strength,
That it's all a front,
That one day some one will kick down the door,
And find nothing inside
You complete me,
I complete you,
Wrapped up together,
Surrounded by love.
I give you the love you need,
To make you feel complete,
You give me the strength I need,
To keep going another day.
Two halves to make one,
Giving the oth
You're My PhobiaDriving me into darkness
Huddled in fetal position
I couldn't stop the frightened tears running down my face
That strange sense
That looming animosity I was clutched in
It has never disappeared
Even if it never truly existed
This tower over me, this shadow
The bane of everything I dream about
I can't speak, not face to face
Look in the eyes
Hear that piercing, blasting voice
I go numb
Alone and vulnerable
I feel so weak and defenseless
Just the mention of it
Curdles my blood
Treated like a friend but feeling like
I am the prey
Going cold in an instant, tense and dry
Wishing only to look at the floor
I wouldn't dare approach
Nor wish to be approached
It's like meeting a black hole
And feeling the blackness of the gravity on the hairs of your skin
I can't scream, I can't cry
I can't run and hide or fight
I just have to find a shield
And pray the fire doesn't come beating down
This is a phobia
It has no particular name
But I'm sure it's not n
Keep On ShiningThis truth it has stabbed my heart
Like a thousand needles slowly making their way
This love has made me fall apart
I'm broken glass, I'm the broken glass of man
The stabs gets harder every day
The needles they come closer to my heart
As I grow it tears me to pieces
I'm tattered cloth, thrown in the litter
As I try to recover and stand straight
I realize how crocked my back has been all this time
I can't walk straight
Cause my guilt and my shame, brings me down
But even thought through all this
I have still small light that shines to me every day
Cause even in my darkest days
It can still make me smile, it always wants me to live
I talk like this is all over
I talk is as I'm soon to die
But the truth is
I'm here to stay, just to watch that small light, every single day
lapsus calamiyou're smooth, you know
all soft skin and and long fingers,
cupping my cranium and sliding through
the tendrils of my hair
everything about you screams dangerous,
the way your smile starts--
languid and lazy because
your lips speak in secrets
passed through dry presses of mouths and
the way your chin tips up
to show the expansion of your neck,
the littering of freckles that create
constellations and desire
i'd trace the lines of your body
with careful and practiced touches,
i'd turn you into poetry--
transform your lungs into lyrics
your ribs into rhymes,
your tongue into text and
your spine into something more
i'd fall in love with you and
you'd never die
you're smooth, you know
like the insides of thighs and
the slopes over hips
my heart is yours--
i'll give it to you, if you want it
you're just going to have to pay it back
Where I'm FromWhere I'm From
I am from piggyback rides
And the fluffy stuffed animals that covered my bedroom floor.
I am from the messy sandcastles and slippery slides at Mason Park, Where I jumped from rock to rock.
I'm from that distasteful lake odor,
Where I tossed small pieces of bread into the water for the birds to eat.
I'm from the young, soft tabby cat
That once sat in my warm lap.
I am from the artistic hands,
That were passed down to me from my Great Grandpa Frank.
I'm from the completed books that I tossed in my opposite direction.
I am from the woody, aging trees
Whose branches I used to hang on.
I'm from the screaming,
The horrifying threats that awaited me at home
From my intimidating mother.
I am from the green Toyota,
That was sold for money to pay the bills.
I'm from covering my ears,
From closing my eyes,
Wishing this was all a dream.
I am from those moments
All the cherished memories fading away
Blown away in the fall wind.
His Breath, Her DeathHer eyes,
so pale yet patient,
swarms of orca whales swim inside her irises,
dancing along the sunlight in jewel tones,
so rich with reflection,
it's as though you are staring into the ocean
if the ocean were emptiness,
but when you look passed the beauty
you can see that she is broken,
she is a ship wreck in the making
with anchored hips and a drowning smile,
but that's what she gets for falling too fast
when everyone told her it wasn't safe to sail,
the waters too rough, too cold, too heart breaking,
it's too late now though,
she is withered and writhing,
intertwined with ribbons of seaweed,
she has nothing left to give anymore
because he stole her oxygen and
trapped it inside his own greedy lungs,
so now as she dies,
he breathes in her reaping
and then the wind sweeps them up, down, and away.
Stuck The car sputtered and shook as it came to an almost silent stop. The engine had gone silent as the horn beeped loudly through the dark night. The orange gas light blinked mockingly at the woman behind the wheel. It was making fun of her; she knew it was making fun of her. Grabbing the black cellular phone on the passenger seat, she looked at it with full intention of calling somebody to come help her.
“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
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