Despite the heart which is froze
Hatred runs fluidly
Like the water in shattered glass
Like the blood in broken bones
Like the flames in our homes
This hatred
It speaks to me
Like drugs to an addict
*When it tells me to shoot
I relapse and
aim for the sky*
I said..
In spite of my own humility
Hatred runs deeply
Like the roots beneath the dirt
Like the pain beyond the hurt
Like this poem before your eyes
*I despise
Way too many lies
And so little truth*
I said..
I hate beautiful
It cripples me deeply
For you are my pity
My pain and their pleasure
*When I am high
I'll collapse and fall
Far from this place
Of rotten bliss*
I said..
Look at me
Blood misrepresents me
For I am cut differently
This pain isn't felt
Like the emptiness
Residing in your cup
It is felt
Like a toxic
Living inside the gut
Like these words
Traveling directly
Towards the stomach
I mean..
Although this addiction kills me
Hatred is also the remedy
It is all I need to truly appreciate
The little love I have left.
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 9:03 AM UTC
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC
and i have never really understood why i hate luggage.
why i barely own handbags,
and would much rather fit the necessities in my purse.
why school didn't seem so bad if i had less books on my back.
i had never really understood why i hated so much baggage.
until i realised that it was because i already had all of me,
to carry.
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 7:12 AM UTC
.
*If I were a poem
I’d ask you to fold me up
and put me in your pocket,
then at the end of the week,
toss me in the wash
with the rest of the clothes
And when you find me later,
smudged and smeared,
ripped and tattered into
little unrecognizable pieces,
don’t worry about it,
I was already like that*
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 3:19 AM UTC
I used to stay up all night
driving through pastures
in a sweetheart's daddy's jeep
I remember the moon in the woods
through the trees like a girl
running in white *******
Like a boat losing its shadow
to the wind, you can lie
yourself back into bodies
you never touched
What love there was
flashes by like chrome
on a fender skirt.
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 10:11 AM UTC
One thing
on my mind
Our midnight
kiss
Perfect bliss.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 5:45 AM UTC
loneliness has defined
this old soul.
Bittersweet melody
has tuned my way of
living.
I don't know how much
my heart could stand
the weight and wait
for that simple moment,
that single spark
to feel alive
and stop breathing
the ashen smog of reality.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 6:10 AM UTC
an enduring cypress
immortal knotted rings
until death
two as one
held breath
a contorted filbert
purple catkins bring to flower
deeply rooted visions
creativity, awareness, knowledge
enlightened fruition
a variegated willow
to drink up sorrow's rain
in tolerance we bend
but not to point
of breaking
three trees
foretell a future
laced with little deaths
cypress, filbert, willow
lest we should forget
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 9:34 PM UTC
Please
Don't go
Don't leave
You're
Breaking your own heart
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
She was wild like skinny dipping at midnight, stars watching overhead and falling in love with moonlight. The way it lay upon her skin made the ocean envious of her depths within and sometimes between us. She was my sister, not in blood but in orbit. A Venus to my Earth, forged from the same collapsing star and if the universe was in fact to be infinite then this moment would happen again, and again, and again an immeasurable number of times. I found comfort in this thought, knowing though our existence was meaningless, it was still full of feeling, and this feeling, right now, it insisted on existing forever.
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 6:23 AM UTC