i’d tell you I hated you
if you had a voice or a face,
or any sense of tangibility aside
from the spider fingers you use
to crawl through my brain
you are not beautiful, like
all the other poets protest. you
are the red in my eye, like
a pen bled; the ragged to
my fingernails, the hitch of my breath
when it catches in my throat.
before i go, i’ll write a million letters (a million
pennies for my thoughts, bitter, embedded
under my tongue) and send them to people
i’ve never met, telling them how my eyes were blue
when i was little but now are the same gray
i’m choking on, how i am maddie and how that’s s
regret in seven stagesi. attraction
when my negativity finally
found something beautiful,
charged up like a bipolar
thunderstorm waiting to come
(you were everything
i ever wanted and i
was entirely selfish) then
like the way our smiles blended
perfectly together and how we’d sway
to rhythms that never existed;
your eyes were a springtime day
decades before we were born and
happiness became an instinct
instead of a defense [until]
like a jail sentence worn
around the neck. spine
contorted and screaming
bound too quickly by the uns
and nots and fear you never
quite kept at bay, we were
guilty of so much
the leper and the lambbaby boy grew up and
the thorns left his crown;
his sides cry red,
it scares me to hear the
same stories in his sighs.
he is the kind of poetic violent whose
words are like calculated anvils; he
dissipates between my bones and
my heart will burst, I swear it. I am
afraid of balloons and the imminent
explosion of my delicate monstrosity
rising through my throat and suffocating--
but it’s really beautiful
when he turns over and rubs the galaxies
congested within his eyes. I believe in
shooting stars and intoxicated nights and the
prickled promises intertwined between our
fingers, as I miscalculate how fragile I really am
CountedI am a number.
twenty times I broke, fourteen times I lied, six pieces of my heart lent
goodbye, two times I didn't want to make it, one failure
and countless broken things;
infinite words abandoned trembling and lonely and cold.
I'm so cold and it's spring and the ground is alive to make up
for the mistakes I bury; the cherry blossoms are wilting
black, drooping so low to the ground that it is a blanket
as far as the eye can see:
fallen flowers die like starsick soldiers, begging please, oh,
please take me home so
I can leave on my own threshold and kiss the walls of
my own making and see my wife
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Darkness is PatientDarkness is Patient by ~Mishkin-Rayman
If you are one of those who listens to dark metal music
With hysterical men growling
Please know that you're not dark
If you are one of those who likes to dress in pitch black clothing
And value skulls for their aesthetics
Please know that you dress dark
If you are one of those who maintains cynicistic values
Frequently display your angers
Know that it is just a mark
Of your own inherent childishness
And that you're definitely not dark.
Look around you, see the happy folks
Who smile and work and play?
Perhaps you think they're too naive?
No, they're shrewd, and you're their prey!
They'll never show that they hold grudges
"Empty" she says"Empty" she says by ~silklilies
Julie was fingerless on one hand, the left
It was a soft pad with three intact knuckles
and a partial thumb. The arm was pitiful,
skinny with the elbow pink, red, and jutting
out from her bent arm. Her veins were impressed
from the inside, showing hot blue
right through the skin;
that skin was pressed paper.
Julie was only a nickname,
the deliberate half-choke of her name, Julienne.
People never talked about the ugliness of her hand
or the diseases she seemed to readily inhale with
those shuddering blue breaths,
mottled white and purple lips.
They tended to talk about how maybe
MusicianIf you ask me againMusician by ~MariaTala
Anger Management Diane decided to dress down to teach Anger Management. That only took her an hour to do, as opposed to the usual two. She couldn't decide which six-inch heels to wear, but knew she'd find the right pair somewhere in her closet. She finally chose the plain black with the tiniest bow on them. Diane liked to be taller than she actually was, no matter where she went. Her short stature was a big flaw in her mind, and she still blamed her mother for it, anger management or not.Anger Management by *xlntwtch
Just a ThoughtYou know the irony of lifeJust a Thought by ~Jaybird101
Your BelovedI have been in the process of becomingYour Beloved by ~MaggiexMalarkey
For Kate, AlwaysFor Kate, AlwaysFor Kate, Always by `vespera
A Cloudy June SunriseI had been awakeA Cloudy June Sunrise by *glossolalias
BecomingHow long has it been since I left that townBecoming by =Bark
combatantI.combatant by *toxic-nebulae
snakeI will slough offsnake by *toxic-nebulae
AbsenceEverything I doAbsence by ~MaggiexMalarkey
dreamergirlThe Last Time I saw you,dreamergirl by *intricately-ordinary
Amy's Baking Company: Not Endorsed by SantaOn Saturday, I decided to sate my curiosity,Amy's Baking Company: Not Endorsed by Santa by `vespera
Confessionsthere’s a lot I never told youConfessions by *intricately-ordinary
Thesaurus TribulationsI called you aThesaurus Tribulations by ~Shairese