i need to lie down for
a hundred years, thanking
the stars for princes and
it’s cold down here on earth,
shivering with all the fears
of heaven and hell, picking
at goosebumps and scars
from a past life.
sing me to sleep, ivy wrapped
around wrists of ivory and
poison seeping into skin so
fair, so fine that veins lead
you home to my heart.
pushing waves against the wall to
breathe against his weight, his depth,
his great expectations.
curving spines with cracked ribs and
literature plastered on the inside of
elbows, wrists and knees.
needing, wanting, breathing and
dying in a cage, sucking on oxygen
but bleeding blue.
we lie on the ground and look at the
stars, feeling small. we could be great,
but it wouldn’t be enough.
i found seashells under my pillows,
ethereal; their voices were calling
and my dreams were plummeting.
deep breaths and deeper plunges,
jump. until you can’t breathe, until
there is sand and sea and fresh
air flushing from your lungs. be brave,
be bold. or walk away from that
once upon a time, there was a story
that needed to be told. but i swallowed
her verse, when i swallowed my heart.
i could lock you into
categories of my mind,
flinging secrets and kisses
from necks, mouths and
wrists at the wall.
hating you for the worlds
we create, and the hope
we lose daily.
loving you for the words
you whisper in these ears,
blessing my fingertips and
locking my heart with a
Thomas and I got new glasses yesterday!
I wouldn’t normally. But I feel like people need to appreciate how much I like my new glasses, how much better I can see, thereby increasing my ability to see the dross that I write! yay!
you’re the first, angel. you’re the
breath and blood of my lungs, pulsing
and beating for the whole world.
break down the elbows and knees
of a girl dying to love you. fucking
her from behind until you can stomach
your greed. snatching her up, shooting
her into your veins and scrambling for
more. why twist the arteries in your heart
to stop the guilt. why pretend that there is
more to life than this, when humanity
is shedding more blood than tears.
history is the story of the victors, said
a hero; the memories of those who
did not lose everything.
god looked down from his tower
once and sighed, he blew away
the toy soldiers and brought down
lightening and thunder, rumbling
through the hearts of his admirers.
i cut strands of dna
away from my face.
princess in a tower,
i was crumbling.
my mother cried, waves
of an ocean bleeding
over my soul
for the blonde mane
between my fingers;
and i sobbed, for the times
she could not see the
darkness in my chest
holding death like an
my teeth are shattered. bone creaking,
cracking at the roots, at the nerves;
a gaping black hole where the tongue
used to lie, pot holes like broken
tarmac. like holes in a vein.
there’s zebra crossings on these
arms and legs; zig and zag. zag
and zig, where the knife became
blunt and the lines became dull.
i used to never eat but my blood
still tastes like metal.
hair pulled back, scraping your brain
for details, for the information that
you’re losing. cognitive degeneration,
you’re so numb that you’ve forgotten
how to spell, how to smile aloud.
crushed bones and rotten euphemisms,
a deity asked me for my truths and
secrets once, but he was just a boy with
a narcissistic complex, blue eyed boy.
wish me away
with a breath so
delicate that even
could not quiver.
souhaitez-moi de là,
quiet now love, he whispers against
my hair. so tragically breathing
like we belong to one another. take my
heart and my hand; who needs chivalry
when you have fucking against cold
walls and solid unsteady promises.
you need to drink it all, you need to
take this in, before i take it all away.
who decides when the stars shine and
when the moon suggests that it’s night
now; who decides that god was a three
letter word for all mighty, and a synonym
for humanity living underneath a pedestal.
the wind is waging war on the leaves,
singing the lyrics to destruction and the
man who pulls down the trees. you have to
be quiet whilst they take your words and
leave your lips quivering. i thought i saw
a man that had a heart of stone, feet of
grass and a face of a cliff edge. but he is
gone, whispering and waiting.