Fly across the parallel sky... rejoice as you dance
on broken arrows that plunge inside your feet.
You’re bumbling about,
breaking your legs on blades of grass.
Bogged down by savage winds, then
swallowed by some nocturnal beast.
(maybe they won’t find out).
Plastic wings beat as one,
yet you remain stuck to yourself.
Grayscale blood comes gushing out- watch
as you bounce around the jar.
(maybe it’s better off this way).
A thousand beady stares.
A thousand judgements pouring down.
Pollinate to purify,
scrubbing until your bones are raw.
(maybe they will cheer my name).
Your head’s a honeycomb,
sweet daggers dripping from your eyes
like rain.
Like pain.
Like a suit of skin that tears and bends.
(maybe my scream will split the sky).
Wrap the night around your waist... wait until its
blackened stripes have seeped beneath your hide.
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 11:01 AM UTC
Blissfully wading, anxiously waiting
for gentle waves to lay in each other’s lap.
I swirl my finger in playful circles; the water
softly grips, an infant’s hand that *****
with a toothless grin.
I peer through ripples at the skyscrapers
below, stretching to feel the warm air blow
against their brittle faces. Why did they make them so
tall? The towers then fall, two by two, gradually drifting
besides those who once leapt with terror in their eyes.
Lying back, I witness the ground and the sky become
one ocean, an azure canyon with no walls. I fear if I stand up it
would hit me like the deepest note on a piano, leaving me to drown. I reside myself to a life spent on my stomach, greeted only by the water that kicks me in its sleep.
A beam of light shoots up across the way, like the dawn
breaks the day, like memories distort my reality. Could this be
someone like me? Someone desperate for the touch of flesh, to
remind them how easy it used to be. Back when the sun tickled your nose and the grass stained my skin a sickly green.
No, maybe just a mirror, a reflection. A window to a universe where I am just as lonely; lonely and tired. What would I do if this
was the case? I’d tightly smush my face against the cool glass.
I’d see myself wave goodbye and dive beneath the foamy tide, where I search for a sandy beach to hack up my sodden lungs.
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 1:20 PM UTC
I'm being attacked
I'm under siege.
I hideaway in Daddy's castle, where
monsters can only tickle my feet.
I'm running away
I'm distancing myself.
I hideaway in Daddy's castle, where
pictures of sunshine sit on a shelf.
I smell blood in the water
I see it drip on the moon.
I hideaway in Daddy's castle, where
scaly dragons help me lick my wounds.
I'm losing my mind
I'm not keeping pace.
I topple inside Daddy's castle, where
layers of dust lay caked on my face.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 11:50 AM UTC
Did you hear, Magic Mirror?
My best friend said she suffers from depression.
Last week, she slit her stomach and tumbling out came a pile of ribbons.
A glittery red, spread out on the bed, they slowly melted through the floor and sank beneath the boiling surface.
Did you hear, Magic Mirror?
The boy across the street says he models for fun.
Except, he doesn't wear any clothes.
Except, there isn't any show.
Just a camera, his stepdad, and four carefully shuttered windows.
And did you hear, Magic Mirror? About the man they found sprawled face down in a ditch?
His skin a soft white, lips a blood red, he'd laid there quietly for a couple of days.
Maybe three.
Maybe five.
Carved jaggedly into his pale forehead: ******
In fact, all over his mangled body, like a demonic chant that hisses and wails.
****** ****** ******
Did they ever consult you, Magic Mirror?
Longing for answers of identity and love, you spat in their vulnerable face, cutting them with your vicious shards.
Like soft ash, harsh gasps of air blew them away into the deep blue night, where they gently landed in unrequited tears.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 1:16 PM UTC
A secret, forbidden.
Lurks through alleys,
hidden.
An icy breath tickles your chest, while
cerulean flames engulf the night.
A cancer, spotted.
Carves a pathway,
clotted.
Jaundiced rooms ebb and flow, purple
tide pools that dejectedly erode.
A pariah, banished.
Whispers to loved ones,
vanished.
Cannot ignore this chemical ***** golden
glitter still speckled throughout her hair.
A human, forgotten.
Splayed on couches,
rotten.
A look of surprise in his childlike eyes, milky
white oceans that lull him to sleep.
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 4:39 PM UTC
Empty boulevards, redolent of scorched tears, stretched out
Across miles of broken backs and good intentions, and
He recalled times of parades, all before
This singular day, which had lasted decades.
His feet, painfully blistered, throbbed like a broken
Heart across mutilated streets lined with
Crumbling mansions that stood vacant, looking down
On beggarly widows absorbed by hot pavement.
The sun bore down on his dark brown brow, while
A bouquet of needles dangled from his arm, reflecting a
Message across the sickly sky:
“How young is too young to die?”
Then, as fiery dusk hurtled towards Earth, he wandered
Slowly towards the edge of the world,
Curled his toes in the dusty sand,
And threw his body into the Rio Grande.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 9:44 PM UTC
There once was an
awkwardly boyish man who
liked to pick his nose,
especially in public.
One day the man, upon encountering
a monolith of residue, picked too hard
and scratched the inside of his nose, which
began to bleed.
For the entirety of his day, he smelled
the gooey metallic substance swell
throughout his nostrils and tighten
into a scab.
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 6:52 PM UTC
Spot the Dog
A man's best friend,
A playful little fluff whose
Love knew no ends.
A wild and crazy pal,
His paws dug trenches in the yard
And his saliva carved deep canals.
An excitable little pest,
He once bit my mother, but
I still thought he was the best.
A conniving pain in the ***
He always too extra care to make
Sure the carpet stained of grass.
A real sack of ****
He died the way he lived.
He choked on his spit.
Good riddance. I'm getting a cat.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC
Tumbling up and down the aisle,
Idling in front of the ice cream.
Crying about how that one flavor left,
Letting you hang and dry on a bucket of ice.
Ask yourself, "Is it really worth going through?"
Turn the corner and plunge face first in
Fishy residue that kinda tastes like glue.
Glacial grandmas clogging up the aisle,
Eyes subdued by pretty colored boxes.
Nod yes, "This is what my momma says I want to do."
Hurdle over tantrum throwing toddlers,
Tell yourself how they'll never be like you.
U-turn into some pickled shallots,
Shattered shards ticked gently between your toes.
Ask yourself, "Shouldn't I expect more?"
Slip and slide past the yellow caution sign,
Sigh and shrug as your feet begin to leave the floor.
Fly over registers of frustrated heads,
Heading towards the front door and into the trash can.
They say, "No, no. This is what living life is for."
Dumped properly in a swamp on the corner.
Corn bits and bran flakes filter through your nostrils.
Nothing's been gained from this whole ordeal,
Or maybe you're not destined to enjoy it.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 11:51 PM UTC
The polish dripping on,
Spreads its wings like a swan.
Flash that skirt,
It doesn't hurt.
Looking so pristine,
Independent queen.
Face lays brightly bare,
Concealed by pithy hair.
Don't you shave,
It's what you crave.
Looking rough and mean,
Independent king.
The lines begin to blur.
Rigid roles grow dimmer.
Epicene,
Tear down the screen.
Authenticity,
Who you want to be.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 6:41 PM UTC