rain storms and tornado sirens
firetrucks and trains
metal beasts and
full moons of silver
take me back to a time
where the air was wet with the sound of your name
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 12:04 AM UTC
i want to be the woman they fall in love with
at a single glance
waltzing down the street
the one that
casts luminous shadows
creating paradoxes as she turns the corner
the one that winks an eye
at the mad old man
with no shoes
whom sits on the pavement
drooling
i want to be the one that kisses you goodnight
gives you butterflies
in every ***** of your body
paints your skin with my saliva
gives you looks of admiration
connects the stars with crayon lines
bends time with ionic minds
the one that keeps you up
day and night
the one that over takes your gray matter
i want to be the one
you call yours
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
Just take it easy
just slow down
he knows my name
it gets hard to explain
piano chorus plays in the background
she calls out the title
i was given at birth
'leave me alone'
he knows my name
it just gets so hard to explain
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
You wrote a poem about
me
how you outlined the marks i left
in violet, purple, lavender threads
you won't let me forget where i left off
yet again i have succeeded in curing your writers block
with sorrow
i beg of you
to stop letting me in
i forget all too often why i left in the first place
in your mind
i am some sort of goddess
you've built up
fabricated almost all of my being
i am your fantasy
but i am also human
i cannot live up to the standards
you've invented
during the times we spent apart
i love you
but i must let you go
we can't pretend the house isn't burning
we'll suffocate
you're suffocating, dear
committing suicide
false imagery
words never spoken
whimpers left to fade
time will heal you
you just have to run out of this burning home
before it collapses too
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 9:46 PM UTC
we're getting older
too
time is slipping past us
permeating through our bones
making them as fragile as the
peanut brittle my grandmother munches
every Sunday afternoon
Ritualistically
i scan your social media
secretly check up on your well being
i long to savor your skin once again
i want our legs to intermingle
and our hair to tangle
i want sweat coating our bare bodies
i want you
in the simplest ways
i want you
in every crevice of my being
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 12:02 AM UTC
We used to have tea parties at 3am
And replace the tea
with whiskey
we used to shake with excitement
from each others breath
life pulsing from our hands
as we exchange a connection
flittering leaves are dropping
like bombs outside my window
each is a reminder that every second
we are farther and farther apart
this year when autumn turns to winter
I will bury myself in a sea of blanket
and close the closet doors
to rest with my ivory counterparts
and I'll give you the key
to free me when dew
kisses the ground once more
release me when your heart thaws
and the weight you bear
in my seemingly empty skull
is reduced to nothing
I'll give you the key
lock me away
to hibernate in an ivory coffin
dissonance has never sounded so sweet
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC
you deserve a thousand poems
written about every crevice of your body
about your seamless existence
I wish I could write beautiful things for you
and
I wish you wrote positive things about me
your words are always lovely
but
the subject matter makes me want to
disappear into the folds of your
half used moleskin
I'm sorry
I can only cure your writers block
with
sorrow
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC
listening to the
lumbering steps through the home
of someone we both adore-
a philosophical newborn
hiding under the stairs
in a nest we built from
feather filled pillows and
cotton comforters
I felt the quintessential need
to mold our bodies into one
I wanted our bones to liquify
and our flesh and brains jumble
I wanted so badly to just
kiss you
No one found us
So I became a part of you
We are as one
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 9:35 PM UTC
you are mad at nothing
because what you thought was there
does not actually have life
and what you thought
was for you
never really is
and you need to stop being
mad
about theoretical situations
that never have time to even fabricate
or better yet
stop insisting that these
theoretical situations
are real
you are living like a ghost
your world is translucent
and you would stop being mad
once you realized
you are living in a world of
dream
wake up
& stop being mad
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 8:28 PM UTC
if I raise my body up from the sheets
and untangle my hair
exit the nest we made under the stairs
do you think you would follow me?
if I were to continue upwards
towards the **** in the backyard
and if I were to mush all the berries in sight
into a sticky paste
that i could paint your body with
would you let me?
I'm just curious
how close you're willing to be
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 8:13 PM UTC