margot-nuclear
I am extremely private and having a difficult time sharing my writes as they are usually filled with angst, I am becoming more open and have since published my first piece on the site. Feel free to read and I will post more as I gain confidence. I'm working on myself, I'm working on the world, we all need to believe<3
You always come to mind at dark.
Your flesh dissolves
through my open hands--
your scent becomes fleet
and pale.
Sometimes I'll inhale
a warm clove of you
but more often
I inhale you through.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
Waxwork crystals
on window panes
and ledges
collecting sun
in precious hexagons
to return
illusive light
of feverish summer
to an earth that’s
lost its luster.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
It's a sweep of emotion
That flows through me so quickly
I can't hold back and control it
Once I start thinking
I think of the world
I think about me
My future
You
Death
Love
I think about the children who felt like me
I think of the children who feel like ****
I think of the children because they don't deserve it
All we need is love
And people claim money is love so they don't give a **** about the children
You selling an innocent soul to the devil
But the innocent soul just want to be a child
The innocent soul don't belong to you
The innocent soul belongs to love
To happiness
To peace
To beauty
To courage
To life
There own life
The beautiful,peaceful,courageous soul of a life.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
Can we speak of these certain vacant spaces
in my abandoned bedroom where the moon dwells
and shuttered creatures search their teeth
for a bloom of flavor and sun.
I'm surrounded by prosaic twilights--tenantless places--
where plaster perfumed by dormant fire
gapes with cavities and empty mouths
that seek him with their tongues.
Where darkness crawls on poppy seeds
on moths and reeds and shoes
to reach me in my consternation
now that his name has fled my lungs.
Today I sewed his note to my breast pocket
but it grew crescent roots like fingernails
and murmured that we were too young.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC
It's absurd to me
that you still
feel like home to me
how can you haunt my dreams and mind?
how can you dare to touch me there
when you've been gone all this time?
how can I get away from this.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 8:26 PM UTC
I am stranger to the taste
of candor, honor, or courage
a bland and simple fruit.
Exceptional at nothing,
I am exceptionally nothing--
withered from the stem,
the whole way through.
However I have seen
the pallor in your cheek:
a tempting succulence.
Salvation rests beneath
your ripened skin.
I will break the unmarked flesh
I will learn
to be
honorable too,
once I have had
the whole of you.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 2:41 PM UTC
the angst haw crept within again i do not oft complain
but the poisons gotten far too full
the voices scream my name
you strangle me with black crow claws
and still the feelings sits
its seeping through my mind
that heavy weight
that cloying rind
i know i am insane
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC