It is the thing of bones –
****** dry of marrow –
That breathes ice and whispers –
You’ve felt It near
The warmest hearth –
That chill which twines
Up the back and settles
About the neck – choking –
Writhes Its way between vertebrae –
Imbeds within the spine –
You’ve seen how It drags
Its engorged belly over
Threadbare carpets
To rest Its head on wet kindling
During frigid nights –
Props open Its mouth
With stale loaves of bread
And waits –
You’ve heard It gnaws
On the nubs of bleeding
Nails – amputates fingers
With ground-down teeth
Flat and yellow in Its maw –
Cauterizes the wounds
With frostbite –
It will visit you
On your last bed –
Seeping through too-thin sheets
And stealing a face
You don’t recognize –
You’ll think you heard it say:
My name is –
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 9:36 PM UTC
Buzzards leave the bones,
You swallowed me whole
Stuck in your craw
Sore throat, Laryngitis
Cough me up,
My pain stays
Scraping esophagus
To a ****** tonic
Taste your own medicine,
Choke on it.
Hoarse, you call
Stop, please, why
I’ve stuffed my ears with
A cotton candy lie
Sweet and fleeting
No substance
Hollow bones break easy
Like your promise
Buzzards leave the bones,
You devoured my soul
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 9:10 PM UTC
To those who would cross me
given the smallest reason
I bid you, come forth
and bear my hellish season
Mar 19, 2020
Mar 19, 2020 at 4:45 PM UTC
On Sunday, I scoured
the skin from my
dining room table.
I smeared a sunset
to cover the scars
and in the fading light,
slanted by my living room
shades, it smiled at me
through a gap-toothed grin.
Mar 19, 2020
Mar 19, 2020 at 4:31 PM UTC
The system is flawed
Suicidal kids together
Make up our population
Too early to be awake
Minds are blank, eyes wander
Just a shitload of ***** teens
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
.
Enchanting the season
offered for free
Walking along
just you and me
Sonnets of springtime
afloat on the breeze
Harmonic ripples
to tickle the trees
Hummingbird wishes
of garden delight
Rose petal flutters
neath skies ever bright
Irises blooming,
lavender too
Sunrise concertos,
wondrous the view
Surrounded by beauty,
these days we spend
Falling in love
all over again
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
i'm telling you.
the clouds were meant for the ground.
but they hung themselves.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 5:34 PM UTC
Though baying, though so onerous
your dreams so sound to me
I feel their weight acutely for
to you, they are to be
A fell and silent darkness lies
between my times of wake
And you hear stories spun of silk,
a smothering to slake
Demons lie behind my eyes
if angels do with yours
But don’t begrudge me what I know
or what my nighttime stores
For demons, shadows, twisting words
bring me solace, deep
Though you feel light and glory bright
I long for different sleep
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
I'm quirky, I'm nerdy,
I'm short and I'm curvy,
I always feel a little chilly;
is that just me?
My voice always cracks,
my homework sometimes stacks,
I don't dot every i or cross every t;
is that just me?
I cry when I'm happy,
my clothes are a little shabby,
my bedroom isn't always clean;
is that just me?
My books are a bit battered,
my thoughts are scattered,
I sing off key;
is that just me?
I stutter when I talk,
there's always a limp in my walk,
I laugh so hard I can't breathe;
is that just me?
Sometimes I feel like I'm not enough,
but I have friends who show their love,
my life is like a happy dream;
is that just me?
I like to hold people's hands,
and cuddle in football stands,
sometimes I act a little silly;
is that just me?
We might be somewhat the same,
we may even share the same name,
but no one else, I guarantee,
can be anything just like me.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC