l-gardener
American
"The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, / Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; / And as imagination bodies forth / The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen / Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing / A local habitation and a name." / -William Shakespeare
she wishes for tears.
for egregious heavens…
some way home.
good and dead…
hopeless.
how to taste absolution?
beer and a velvet mousse.
and then consume one breath.
violent shiver became colors of waves.
some elusive fantastical reckoning.
my garden of take, always take.
wrathful water, take a risk.
abduct the heavens!
be over… be lost…
******
bad mother and hiccuping truth.
and that perfume guilt leaves.
my, we grow up into lonely, silent, aging, memories.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC
beautifully sad woman,
city trees ***** mimicry,
that mean sick friendship changes,
but the blue eyes unhesitating, large,
a thunderbolt for someone,
fires of passion and caresses,
have tragedy, have disorder,
get us two confined,
now the imagines marry
a look will torment,
the dark velvet for witches,
led wolves,
each ache crackle that couldnt feel,
slowly flexes from sorrows,
and because the electrified spiderwebs,
have a small current,
an illusion that to have brightness there,
not when blinding them,
even if the sun heavens dreamed lover Greeks,
a thousand tears breathe songs.
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 6:47 PM UTC
Sure.
On the surface it seems so selfish
until you look up synonyms for selfish
and realize that it is not
ego-centric, self-absorbed, self-centered.
I do not lack consideration for others,
I only lack consideration for myself.
Did you ever consider that?
I have no ego.
I am hardly a me.
When I say "I am" a voice inside me wonders
"Who is?"
I don't even know myself anymore
so I couldn't possibly be
centered around something
I cant even find.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 9:03 AM UTC
With a heavy head of fog,
I blink and don't recognize
where I am
or rather
I forget how I got here.
I want everyone to go away,
so I can be alone,
with my lonesomeness,
but still care about me
and come running back to save me.
Only so I can tell them to leave me alone again.
I am fine.
I am not weak.
Go away.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
It'll be okay.
No it won't, I ruined everything.
You really didn't.
You hate me. Everything *****
I'm sorry.
Me too.
But why? Just hold me.
Hang on...
She hates me.
I'm sad.
I don't feel good.
Smoke?
Okay.
Do this! Help me!
I'm at work again, but yes.
I love you, anything you want, anything you need.
Take, take, take.
What about me?
She's busy. It's okay. It'll be okay.
But now there's screaming and I'm trapped.
Everything feels scary.
I can't move. Or speak. But I have to.
I'm making things worse.
You're waiting.
I say the wrong thing.
We boil over, the *** and the kettle.
Foam and steam.
Frothing and violent.
Panic is so easily contagious.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 5:02 PM UTC
"Welcome home!"
Says your doormat, smiling up at you.
It's been a long day, though. You don't even notice.
All she see's is the bottom of your shoe as you cover her in dirt.
"Welcome home..."
Your doormat whispers from underneath the muck.
You can't hear her, you're too busy muttering about how terrible the day was while you fumble with your keys.
"Welcome home."
She tries one last time as you slam the door in her face
and leave her outside in the cold.
It's okay.
She'll try again tomorrow.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 11:16 AM UTC
Let these words touch you and pull you in close.
Feel me grasping at your body with feverish passion.
Hear my breath on your neck.
Could these words ever make you feel how much I need you?
My fingertips dancing across your skin letter by letter.
Each sentence wrapping around to embrace you.
The empty space between each word, a longing to kiss you.
Love in writing.
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 2:39 PM UTC
I just wanted you to notice me.
I wanted you to notice that I put mascara on,
I wanted you to tell me my eyelashes looked pretty.
I wanted you to see my subtle cleavage
and know that it was just for you.
I wanted to give you my skin,
give it to your fingertips.
I put on lace underwear,
our little secret.
I just wanted you to get me alone
and whisper to me
the things that no one else is allowed to hear.
I wanted you to pull me in close,
and press your love into me.
I wanted you to stamp it onto my heart
with a breath-taking kiss when nobody's looking.
I felt so invisible I had to hurt.
I know you can see me but I'm out of focus.
You love me but do you see inside me?
Can you see the sad, confused girl?
She needs you.
She needs you so much she doesn't know how to ask.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC
I told myself it was good enough because it's what I used to write anyways. It was never very classy but at least it was something. There are times when it's enough to pretend it was real.
This time I was lying naked in my bed in the dark. Finally getting used to sleeping without clothes on. That's when I remembered the blue hair. I doubt this is anything but that's the fun of it I guess. A dream within a dream. Her legs are peaches and cream in those little dresses. The weird thing is I have to set up a back-story before I can get to the meat of the situation. Before I could choose the entirely wrong word to describe a lesbian encounter. Not meat. The opposite.
and so much more delicious.
I think it was because I winked at her. Our smirks matched.
this was cute.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
If you wrapped your arm around me,
you'd feel my heartbeat increase.
Racing to catch up with the touches,
saving up to pay the price.
Giving me away again.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 12:37 AM UTC