today you hurt me
and yesterday and tomorrow
i hurt you
you whispered
that you never meant it
though you did
at the time
and the courage
to say such a poisonous
permanent
thing
is stronger
than any kind of love
you had for me
at the time
but i guess
i just have to forget
because my love for you
is too weak
and far too tired
to hold up restraints
and build walls
against your
careless poison
you’re the clots in my blood
the scars on my wrists
the tumour in my brain
and the salt on my cheeks
If you wait long enough and allow the silence that roams through the air to stream into your system, you will be lucky enough to see Her in Her wake. Who, you ask? Our Earth.
You can just about see Her blink in the clouds, and Her blue pupils in the vast sky. As she wakes Her little souldiers up and prepares the day for Her people. You can see a driven arachnid as it pulls for its little significant life up the bark of a strong standing tree that was able to handle its own through the night time, with none but a natural rope.
You can see the winged pilots as they take off into the open blue. If you listen carefully enough, maybe you can hear the sweet messages hidden in the midst of their honey-like twitter. You can see the newly dressed Autumn leaf let go of the water droplets it has used through the night as though sweating after a long night's work.
You can hear the young laughter of the first few children as they run about free in a field of their own, you can almost smell their candy-scented breaths. You can see the shadows of the trees as they drag away on the ground, just before they retire for the day. As the dusk progresses, The Sun smiles brighter because it knows that it has human spirits to cheer up, a human duty that it so happily performs.
In the night, I will thank Her for the beauty that she bears and welcome The Night with free sense, for He sings a beautiful lullaby to put Her and Her hard-working souldiers to rest.
And if you listen just right, you can hear His perfect rhythm of nature so that you may sleep as peacefully as She is.
i want to find a marker
the exact same hue
as your skin tone
and draw all over myself
in some sort of
childish rage
and pretend that
this doesn't hurt anymore
at least
not as much
i want to walk into
an empty theatre with you
and sit on a seat
and watch you breathe
and tell you
you're a blockbuster
i want to sneak out at
a quarter past midnight
or 11.45
and sit on your rooftop
with you
and smoke cigarettes
and feel completely
corrupted
i want to get all the
money i have
and bury it in some cool dirt
then dig it back up again
an hour later
and feel rich
i want to get into my car
and drive until
i think i feel okay again
and then
just keep driving
punchline -
i want to be dead
+
breathe mist through my skin
into my lungs
let it evaporate
into tiny droplets
trickling down
my porcelain chin
i'm just a broken puppet
tangled up by your
lonely strings
let me down
cut me loose
let me free
I had so many chances
to give us a chance
I past you in the hallways so many times
but I shuffled by casually
and pretended you were just another boy
when you most certainly were not
oh no, not to me.
We conversed with our eyes
and they told me enough to know
that you wanted me too
I knew, oh I knew
but on that last day
I made a most detrimental mistake
and instead I decided that my nerves
were worth more than my heart.
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Your reassuring hands
Hands of almost strangers
Your rapid steps
Decided problem solving in the midst of task loading
No barriers except my new friends protecting me like I was in every family photo
I didn't even know you were alive and had names six weeks ago
I will not be able to explain to my own family or loved ones, much less, to anyone
how you a Jewish red head,
a southern brunette,
and a Chinese girl have treated me like I was your own blood after knowing me for a month.
This isn't a poem
This is just one person absorbing my recent experience
They said that we would be bonded for life
I know they are right
We are the lucky ones
i hate the days the worlds a game of chess
where we compete with our parents actions
each generations tides cross eachother out
i just think that that could stop now
we could work together
everyday day i learn a new tricks a good day
things show up in the mail i didn't even pay
i drive for hours on someone elses dime
and i don't file come tax time, i just rhyme:
and somehow broke I make the most of my time
ain't a whole lot to do with the day,
i use my friends phones to make my calls
but i got no bills to pay
they say stay
so i try okay
not much else to say
live life in today
Staring upwards towards the void of eternal blessings
In disguise
The angel behind the leather mask
Just wants you to feel out the sacred nature of your transgressions
Just vibrations stuttering to a heartbeat
Liberation lashes
Tearing a hole in the sky
Teasing out the idea of turning you on
You were already lit up
igniting fire to my loins
Illumination everything
switch
You came in the dark and left marks
Bruising my ego to dismantle itself
Dreams manifested
You held me down like sleep paralysis
Demanding my soul to sacrifice itself to the Moon
Watching with pleasure
You were the shadows in my room
Dancing the divine candlelight
A cuckold of my imagination
as I took it lying down
This is worship
This is tribute
3 cheers
3 chants
3 times
Go down
Descend on me
Goddess archetype
Just cuz you take digital pictures of some girl, don't mean your a photographer
