June 2012
26 posts
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Haiku of the Day
this world is too loud;
all noise and colour and love.
i want to feel numb.
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Reticent
I promise
to hold “I love you’s” firmly between my teeth
until the day
you’ll read me stories from the scars on the tarred roads of your city,
until you show me
where they bled and where they are still bleeding
so these words of affection
caught in my throat may rise out of my mouth
and into your lungs, like moth to flame.
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bracelets like nooses
we started fading
the night you pvh-glued
our wrists to newspapers
and paper-mached bracelets like nooses
around the bases of our thumbs,
didn’t your mother tell you the way to
kill mockingbirds like us is to wrap
resentment around our veins until we forget
our wings never once stopped us from flying.
you were all-consuming that night.
sometimes, you still are.
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it must end where it all began.
in the basement of his mother’s house,
two days before Christmas eve,
when a red-breasted robin will
make footprints in the snow.
it must end here, on the couch where
you sacrificed his virginity at the altar of your temple,
when you cruficified his body
and nailed his palms to your back;
he told you he loved you that day
and now you must tell him
...
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bugs
have you ever sat wide awake
at three in the fucking morning?
if your house is half the bug-infested
hole mine is, you’ll hear cockroaches,
loud as fuck, scratching at the door,
begging to be let in. and your heart
is a fucking cockroach scratching at
my ribcage, wanting to lodge itself
between bone and tissue in my chest,
begging to be let in and i know my skin
will soon break and...
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she
will lay
sideways,
begin to trace
her initials on the
plains of his torso. he
will grab her hand
in his, whisper
she should
leave.
spilledandinked asked: I just want you to know that I see you bleeding. When you're writing poems other people won't read and when you're fighting your demons, I watch you slash your wrists until your words burn through or over the paper. Beautiful soul, never feel alone.
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ballet
i was there.
and by there i mean i was hanging
on the outskirts, watching the wind toss
you up so violently. there was a tornado in your lungs
and it whirled you around and i prayed
you would forgive me when this blows over.
i was only trying to dance with one foot in my mouth.
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I don’t know if you wonder who sees you when you spill the way you do. I know I get to questioning myself, the sun, the ground beneath my feet. Sometimes I ask, “if I didn’t think this was walking would I feel held up?” And I don’t know if you do that, wonder what the world has in some pocket you can’t peek into, if anyone is fogging up the window to you, but I figure you should know that I see...
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Confession
My heart remembers you.
You were bright city lights
on most days, and on others
you were a candle two inches
from over with a flickering flame.
I still taste you on my tongue sometimes;
you dry my mouth like cinnamon and
sawdust with your whitewashed ego
clinging to my insides like an overdue
poem. You are all that I’d ever needed;
I am because of all that you have ever been.
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Haiku of the Day
I wrote a letter
shaped like your name in my palm.
The ink still remains.
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Boomerang
The night the wind swept old ashes at your front door,
you held my hand and kissed me like snowflakes
on tar before melting into the cracks between the potholes
I loved you like the earth does the sun;
knowing you would bring light
then take it away. But I forgave you
because you always came back to me.
Eventually.
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I don't want us to be another statistic, just more...
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Haiku of the Day
sip me like whiskey,
slowly, deliberately.
burn me down your throat.
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The List Part Three
1.
There are certain things I will always be afraid of;
your mother’s eyes,
the slamming of the front door,
the stinging in my chest as you leave,
the nudity of the night sky on a new moon,
that’s when you see how obese the night time is as it swallows itself whole.
I will keep my emotions inside my sock drawer,
pull them out in the darkness and tuck them firmly
beneath my...
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He Says to Me "Eventually"
He has long popsicle fingers attached to his palms, the cave of his mouth a chasm for his stalagmite teeth; if you kiss him you’ll hear your name echo in the back of his throat, bounce off the walls of his cheeks, the roof of his mouth before screaming itself into the undertow.
I tell him his body is a carnival where all the lights are out. I tell him I will sneak past his iron-gate arms...
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Loaded
I’ve been known to keep bullets
in the front pockets of my heart just in case
my sanity demands I kill us both before
we burn to the ground.
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“I will teach you how to swirl your breath in your lungs as though it is incense...”
– For Amy
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"accident"
waterlogged.
that’s what they called your bones
as they lifted your body from the reeds in the swamp.
they said your doors had jammed,
you were a hopeless case. but between you and i,
me with my too long fingers and too short sight and you
with your hell bent path to self-destruction,
we both know that’s how you wanted it.
we both know that where you were going
you knew you...
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On Wanting to Play You
I have always wanted your bones
and by bones, I mean teeth.
I long to lay them out beside the fireplace
and play all your favourite songs.
In that moment,
they will be my keys,
your mouth,
your mouth will be my piano
and your body the stage where it all began.
Anonymous asked: Do you believe in soul mates?
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Oxygen
I have breathed all the air out of my lungs
trying to swallow you whole, I’m sorry
all you ever got out of me was a girl
too busy trying to clothe herself into a woman
to ever even begin to want to you raw, nakedfaced.
I hear she loves you like a lighthouse,
uses her firefly wings to dance with your shadows
and though her body has been ravaged by imperfections
and sanded evenly...
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the hypocrisy of need
there is an archway in the corridor.
it reminds me of the way your curl your back,
bend over backwards, dislocating
the discs in your spine to aid those
who need you.
your arms are the two pillars
keeping my sanity from collapsing.
i just wonder;
when your body is borderline lifeless,
the weight of the world close to caving in,
when your own head is heavy enough,
who is holding you...
