I drop these words into a
raging sea of letters,
bursting from my chest
they are lost now.
The question is not,
Can you hear me?
But,
Do you want to?
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC
Sister,
you are daughter to our father.
Set in your ways
of practicality and reason.
Frigid, you are hunks of ice
clinking in my glass.
Never one to walk
barefoot over fire.
Rather, safe in your tower
of solitude.
Brother,
you are son to our mother.
Perpetually stumbling
down steps
of regret
and carelessness.
Steaming, you are ashes
burning, ripping through the
end of my cigar.
Tirelessly chasing after
momentary balance
of your scales.
Me,
I am both mother and father,
both brother and sister.
Eternally tangled,
my strings of rationality
knotted with my
also impetuous strands.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
My words feed from the flesh
that gives them strength, my pain
I let the writer in me die,
suffocated by my joy
In a world of sunshine
still the darkness creeps in
It is so frigid in the shade
When all have turned away
from the lifeless poet,
her fingers twitch at last
Reborn to pour her soul
onto paper with words
whether blissful or wretched
She awakens.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
A drop of you falls from
my left canine tooth
and my tongue receives
its biggest rush.
It comes to mind that
maybe it is not lipstick
that stains my mouth
crimson after all.
As I look down upon you
squirming in your own
personal cherry colored
body paint,
I can barely hold in
a wicked giggle.
I’m not sure if I prefer
the click-clack of my
high heels on the
now contaminated tiles,
or your screams.
Don’t worry,
I’ll lock the door behind me.
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 3:52 PM UTC
I look at the way raindrops
slide down the glass of
my bedroom windows
and I wonder if they love it
as much as I adore when
your fingertips slide down
my skin almost the same way.
If I were glass and you
were water,
I’d wish for rain everyday.
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 2:41 PM UTC
If your last breath was
taken
in front of my
weeping eyes,
my lips would not
know a
sorrow worse
than kissing you
for
the last time.
Your wounds visible,
and mine bleed on the
inside as yours do onto
the now crimson concrete.
My lips and fingertips are
stained scarlet by your demise,
I still crave you like I used to.
I won’t let a drop of you go
to waste my darling.
My tongue tastes whats
left of you and I know now
that love is the most sick
form of beauty that I’ve seen.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 1:34 PM UTC
Stranded out in the bitter cold
wind slicing up my cheeks
while it slaps me with its icy fingers
Limbs buried in the dense snow
weighed down by the frozen
hopelessness that is as far as the
eye can bare to see
Although weakness threatens me
and death nips at my nose
I beg of all to leave me be,
I dare them
For I know that through the
darkest night of my life
thoughts of you will rush
to comfort me
I think of your piercing eyes
and how the blueness calms me
My mind runs to thoughts of
your lips- to each pure kiss
These frigid fingertips of mine yearn
to be entwined with yours once more
As love awakens in me
the warmth you’ve embedded
into my being multiplies
I find myself free of the icy *******
in a pool of warm hopefulness
Green emerges from the thousand
shades of melting white
and I know lovely things will grow
from what I have made it through
The sun kisses every inch of me
the way only you do and I know
I can get back to you now.
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 2:39 PM UTC
I feel a hundred emotions burning in me,
waiting to erupt like lava from the Earth
while I fight to hold them in.
I cannot quite imagine a sorrow
like the one that would drown me
if you were to start a new life like
you say you want to.
The idea runs through me,
a venom that threatens my heart.
I’m choking on the thought.
I think of this, and then look into your eyes.
What would I do if they told me goodbye?
To truly love someone, is unselfish.
Go if you feel that’s your dream.
But I cannot help but wonder
how fast my heart would crumble.
I cannot help but wonder
what those infamous “goodbye” kisses feel like.
A bittersweet taste for the lips.
I've heard a kiss can ****
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 11:40 PM UTC
Each day that passes
you will love her more
and you will love me less
until I've faded from your
consciousness.
I can either let it
consume me and
destroy me and
s w a l l o w
me whole
or I can continue
on about my days
with new faces and
old faces and laughter
to mend my heart
Just know
I can never rid myself
of the love I had for you,
traces of it forever
flowing through my veins.
The time will pass us regardless
so why watch it go by (in tragedy)
instead of running with it? (an adventure)
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 12:33 AM UTC
every single word that
once dripped
from your lips
lies
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 12:23 AM UTC