spawners of midnight nostalgia and broken tea cups and patchwork brains that leak into your eyes then brand flowers on your cheeks that bloom into wings so maybe tonight you can fly across the continent and maybe tonight you can feel again.
coffee stained white lace and red lipstick marks on inner thighs and bones melting into muscle= breakfast of champions.
beating the moon at her own game bc i hide more love in the pores of my skin than she does
dig through my sunflower heart but leave the seeds i need to mail them to my lover so he can plant them in his mouth
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
your ghost walks hand in hand with my thoughts; they follow the labyrinth you created in my mind. they live without flooring; nothing grounds them. they wish sometimes for a place to settle but Weightless doesn't look good with Gravity--Emotion Faux Pas at its finest. lingering in the halls of Past Embrace, we cant seem to escape-Separation and Anxiety guard the gates there and they adore company. Future cradles Curiosity and Strength in her everlasting arms and we can but reach for her; she will evade you until you worship her King, the Present.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
explosions on the roof of my mouth and my tongues crackles with colours, with embers. i will only make love under paper stars and sleep in cotton flower fields if i dont release the fire. ill douse you in oil watch you come alight for me and up in flames you take my body as well and we've created the first real star and our ashes will become the soil for the flowers.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC
the sky and i interlaced chests and ive never been more filled or so empty. kaleidoscoping through a maze of starcells and intergalactic veinways, i left my jacket on the seat and it seems im clothed in ****** ive never been more proud to show you my skin im shining and its singing for your touch. petal emotions for the earthlings; we dont engage in such tearable activities. we are connected through the stems into the dirt, the unbreakable, the strength. we ride the tides on moonshine we dont need the gravity. i gave you my roots and you melded ours together; the tree we create will burst forth in the atmosphere and our fruit will build planets for those who open their eyes. and look up.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC
raw the suns burning me alive and im enjoying every second of it the only part you cant control. i thought you were my solmate but right now i want to ******* **** you. you arrogant piece of **** how dare you allow me to become like wet sand in your palms and then throw me again into the ocean; you told me we were making drip castles. i was going to be your queen and you my ruler but i cant measure in feet or meters how deeply livid i am. you chased me past my insecurities only to play them like piano keys. my melody is dark and empty yet it seems to be the only song you listen to on repeat. and still i long for you and still i beg for your love. you laugh into my throat as we kiss knowing ill never get my heart back and i just hope ive kept some of your sanity.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
I LIVE MY LIFE UNLIT UNTIL YOU SET MY WICK ON FIRE AND I DRIP LIKE CANDLE WAX THROUGH YOUR FINGERTIPS
SLIP MY WRITHING SOUL UNDER YOUR TONGUE AND I PROMISE TO WEAR MY JAZZ NEXT TIME
IM AN UNNATURAL DISASTER BUT YOU ARE ALWAYS ACCURATE IN DETERMINING THE COURSE OF THE STORM
I SPEAK LIKE A DIAMOND MINE AND YOU HAVE A TASTE FOR PRECIOUS GEMS ESP TO ENCIRCLE YOUR HEART SO MAY I COUGH SOME RUBIES INTO YOUR VEINS
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
youve plucked pieces of my mind- make a collage with them and dried rose petals; blood works almost as well as glue. give it several weeks to dry and by that time youll have my sanity AND some art for the foyer. hang it above the jar with my heart inside; you may want to change the cloth underneath it, it looks like the "love" has overflown again. im sorry i keep dripping; i didnt want the vaccination, darling, i need the colours i need the life and ive been picking through my veins trying to divine relief through the blues and purples. but there is no respite from this constant ache, no lightening of this burden. youre contagious but my immune system craves this sickness; its an addiction. im left with chiffon bones that float me through a grayscale high and rob me of my senses. living in a silent film, im told what to say and when to say it; it plays on the screen after me. this ink festers under my tongue until it fills my pen with a prison cell and wonderings of an escape. my screams are unheard, unseen; they make no ghost for you to understand but instead pack themselves in my gums, strengthening the threads holding my lips together. i think half a tapestry is whats making it so hard to swallow.
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC
skin's awake; mind dying.
this love is impregnated with distance already.
drown me in gin and pills; maybe i won't wake up.
violence is not the answer, violence is not the answer violence is not the answer violence is-
ive been given the gift of life but im wondering if its possible for me to get the receipt?
id like to exchange it for, perhaps, a loss of inside senses?
rejecting everything thats been given to me like i have the privilege to.
if im here i probably have a purpose right
right?
vulnerable-(adj.)
alone, you've been stripped of your clothing and almost all of your dignity.
you're in a pale gray endless space
there is nothing and no one but you and your slowly but steadily decreasing breaths
there is no motivation to move, to go on.
deficit and compensation. this cycle never ends.
light your blunt on the bottom of my heart that's smoldering away with self-hatred.
c.j.
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
your drain is clogged.
dig through the matted hair, and lost bobby pins;
skin cells that are just shreds of memory,
like those letters you wrote and tore apart instead of sending.
your hand touches a lump, smooth and wet.
you feel a slight…beat?
you knew you'd lost it
but you didn't think he would just drop it down the drain.
cynicism glazes your laughter as you dry it off; use it as a door stopper.
the creaky closet door will echo no more.
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 7:12 PM UTC
I'm a pool of wax at your feet;
you knew.
I'm so far gone,
I can't even see my house anymore.
Girls aren't made of rubber bands,
and boys aren't made of flowers.
But **** it,
I'll trade you some chlorophyll and water,
if you just give me some elasticity.
I'm running out of sunshine, and
Winter's coming soon.
Embers in the bottom of the fireplace
long since burnt out,
are calling me.
I'm almost there,
I say back,
I'm almost there.
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 7:05 PM UTC