I want my heart to be twice as big
as my body.
i want to fly you to the moon
and kiss you
on the moon
and pretend that we are lunatics
and pretend that we are martians
i want to have a picnic on the moon with you, to
play hide-and-seek in the craters
cuddle straight through a fourteen-day lunar night.
i want us to be so bright that we glow;
i want my heart to be seen from outer space.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 2:28 AM UTC
what matters: your arms
these lips
our palms together;
laughing,
soft skies,
the sweetness.
ta voix
tes yeux
tes mains
tes levres
empty cupboards are filled
empty stomachs become full hearts
in this space with you
i am never hungry.
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 12:58 AM UTC
who are you at six am
twisted soft into your bedsheets
face pressed into the pillow
half-asleep, sleepy night-dust settled into your eyelids
I am not a poet, a dancer, a murderer
at six am
sleeping by your side I am only a human being
I only want what I have
right here.
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 11:05 AM UTC
1. take it at face value
2. feel it.
3. notice the hidden allusions. poets work hard on those.
4. apply it to personal experience
so it means something to
you.
5. don't ******* analyze the author's psyche.
seriously.
6. cry over it, float in it, smile through it
7. show it to someone else
8. don't tell them about it until they've read it
9. tell them what it meant to you.
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 1:11 PM UTC
you were my Snow White baby
locked, pressed into sleep
with apple slices stuck in your throat
i prayed at the altar of your nightstand, an offering every morning:
pictures chocolate small dolls i sewed from scraps
in the middle of the night, sitting by your bed when i couldn't sleep
i read to you, just in case
you could hear. once
i held a mirror above your mouth, because
you were so still your skin was molten, crackling with heat,
a jumble of just-hardened lava bones
bright cherry mouth, cheeks blooming but so pale.
my Snow White baby, i didn't know if a prince would save you
but i wanted to be your knight in armor. i wanted to armor you--
but you can't protect against attacks from the inside
i remembered months before, lying in the grass with you
sunlight reading books in trees
muddy, you fed me croissants mashed in your fingers
and oranges that fell from the branches. how precious i held you,
your tiny body braved against mine, the smallness of you in my arms
we were children then.
that Christmas you woke up for just long enough
to crawl from your quilt-nest
and sleep instead under the christmas tree
your fever-sweat and the coloured lights
made your skin into rainbows
i remember thinking how magical you were, how
much i'd miss you
if you never woke up.
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 6:32 PM UTC
she sighs.
he left his ritz crackers in the back of my car.
he loves his ritz crackers.
he probably does not care that much
about crackers. she buries her face
in his favourite shirt, picks
his boxers off the floor stretching the waistband--
look at this skinny boy.
holds the clothes as if they are the outlines of a body
ghostboy.
this is a song, she says, turning up the music,
about being in love with a ghost.
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 12:56 PM UTC
**** jesus
they call it
the passion of the christ
those muscles and don't-care hair
stretched out for us and our Sins
and who doesn't like a bit of rough-edge stubble?
they call it
blasphemy
i say
let him come to me
that i may feel him upon my breast
if you know what i mean.
the elderly women at church says when Christ comes
we must be upon our knees.
gladly.
**** jesus.
you're the first nice boy
i ever wanted bad.
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC
i want to work harder than i ever have in my entire life.
i wanna wake up hungry
with the flavour of possibility in my throat
i am exhausted
from all the mediocrity
i am tired
of not trying hard enough
this world is too **** splendid
to let go to waste
i am starved
for the taste of satisfaction
i am not waiting any more.
i am a verb
not punctuation.
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
he looks at me as if
he's never seen anything quite so wondrous
as if he doesn't know what to do with himself
he tells me my eyes are full of stars and that my smile is a galaxy
my head is full of comets and i've never met anyone
that my soul already knew
it walked from my body and embraced you as if we had been lovers for a long time
your bright body is a sunrise melting into mine
i can't hold you any more precious than the feel of your skin under my fingertips
or your chest breathing into mine we are one idea
you are half my soul
already i have stopped missing you because
now that we have looked into our eyes and seen these reflections,
how could you lose your own body? the heavens are in our faces;
the sun and moon may be distant but light
travels so fast that there are no light-years between us;
your luminous skin touching mine
is only ever ten minutes away.
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC
do not dare reach out
and stroke the cheek of that sad face
it is not your head to hold in your lap
anymore.
another's. it is another's
as if you have given it away, it is not yours to repair now
the luminous eyes
the roundness of the heart--
they are not yours. perhaps
they never were, perhaps that time
was a fierce wish aching within your memory
a desire to touch the face, to kiss the eyes that do not see you
do not go into that home
it is not the one that you lived in
anymore.
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 8:28 PM UTC