You are dust. And you are unimportant.
Take comfort in this. The world does not rest on your shoulders.
That is what they tell us but we have both switched places with atlas and each other. When you carry it, I relearn how to breathe. And when it is my turn, you try to get your bones to loosen, your body to move.
The gods see us every day. They know us and they know that we do not belong here. So they tell us we are dust and not to worry and that this is all in our heads.
Well where else would the world be? How else do you expect us to carry it on our shoulders?
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 3:52 PM UTC
We're chasing each other around the tree.
The fox and me.
Always just shy of catching the other. Sharpening our teeth on the air we each leave behind. You took the tip off my tail. And I ripped the hair out of yours.
You're the reason my hairs turned white. It's the stress. And something else, something deeper, more profound. Something that gets me out of bed in the morning, but forgets to put me back to sleep in the evening.
We've been running for weeks now. And we can't stop.
I'm just waiting to see who drops first.
I think it's going to be me.
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 3:49 PM UTC
What are you, but a mans misintrepretation of divinity. No one deserves to carry the burden of impossible expectations.
You are too kind to be a ruler and too cruel to be a priest. You will have to be a lover, the only thing that can be both at the same time.
I place you at my alter as both prayer and sacrifice in one.
I try to give you away, but you were never mine to own.
But your eyes are too bright to look into and your hands are too cold to hold.
There are stains on my soul form loving you too hard. Stains from when I spilled your blood to keep myself warm and ended up drowning instead.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 3:49 PM UTC
1. you always stumble because you're too busy staring the stars and so you never know where you're going. your eyes are always turned towards the old stories and you forget to watch for the future.
2. you have constant spots on your vision from looking at the sky. you're burning away your sight by staring at the sun. it is just another star and it is worth it.
3. even you cannot force neither inspiration nor love. slow down. breathe deep now.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 3:42 PM UTC
1. the space between your eyes and the ring around your iris. your dark circles and all the wrinkles you wish you could hide. all tell the story of a life lived. do not run from that.
2. when you speak i hear the wind blowing through the forest and i smell the damp earth after it rains. i see sunsets and i feel the warmth from the sun. in you i know all kinds of terribly beautiful things. in you, i am home.
3. flowers bloom wherever you walk so watch your step.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 3:35 PM UTC
what if i wrote poetry with an old dip pen
and lived my life
what if i kissed that cute girl
and asked my friend out
would it have consequences?
would i mind?
would i regret it?
would she say yes??
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 3:27 PM UTC
So you took a bite out of your own gun
Spit out the bullet and broke your teeth trying to chew the metal
You bared your teeth; twisted and shattered
But the threat was clear and your smile was sharp
Even if your canines weren't
And I know what you were trying to say
I felt your breath on my ear
And I heard you clearly when you promised me a taste
And I wondered if you were gonna break your teeth on me next
I wondered if you really were as terrible as you wanted me to believe
Or if you were just hiding
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 3:23 PM UTC
Perhaps the night
lights up in tune with our laughter
Have you ever wondered
if the stars were merely just
reflections of your smile
Do you wake with the sun
or
Does it wait patiently
for the flutter of your eyelids
before it starts its ascend
Do you ever wonder about your own importance?
I can wake myself up in the morning
So why not also the world?
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 3:14 PM UTC
i got excited by the cut on my finger
and the bruise on my thigh
(got one from making art
the other from chasing fun)
i've always loved that sort of thing
proof that i'm moving and creating
people will learn things about me
just by looking
i hope that they'll take an interest
flip through my pages
hope that my title and front page
can get them to read the rest of my story
i want you to ask me how i got
that bruise
that cut
that scar
i want so badly to tell a story
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 3:08 PM UTC
i swallowed the oil
took a bite out of the flames
my mouth full of fire
and i spat it back out
burned you instead of myself
and grinned while both our lips turned black
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC