Cutting up pink paper. It crumbles between my fingers. I throw its balled up crinkly form into a used bowl. Stomach balled up. At the table. Sickly light, illuminating more than the table. Half eaten lamb, bones sticking up. The paper rips in tune to the stifling hurried frantic talking. Choking sobs, I am as strangled as the bound up meat. Lid on the cream. Lid on the situation. Please let it end, I would wish the ground would swallow me up, holding my crystal wine glass, but it already has. Foundations of my life have cracked and crumbled. Balled up like the pink paper roses I made, tossed into the used bowl. Tossing them like the feelings I wish would be torn off the bone like new years day lamb. Tossing them into the bin and watching as they scatter away from each other forever.
KG
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 3:56 AM UTC
And when you utter those words
The ones I placed in your mouth
The ones I asked for
The ones I long for
It's still just as reaffirmingly sweet
As the times you wrap them around me
Like a brand new silk shawl
On my shoulders quivering with vulnerability
KG
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 5:34 PM UTC
Slather me
with all your colours
Brush your rosy pinks
into my cheeks
That glowing
suns kiss yellow
that you stole
from the sun
to add a glint
to my smile
The tangerines
you squeezed onto
my soft cushioned lips
An ethereal blue
that you took
drop by drop
from the oceans
to trickle into my
flirting eyes
Your warm olive
brown skin that
you let seep into
my insides
The blood red
that you let
pool around me to
keep me warm
safe
yours
I'll hold onto them for you
KG
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 1:48 PM UTC
Intwined and ornate
Your hand a permanent fixture on my starving hips
Decor draped
Blanketing my cushioned lips
Flowing over curves and angles
Our own knitted home
Featuring every blush and brown tone
Tears crystallized into ornate pillars poised
Our light breath like a foggy void
Blurring up the windows, a spreading shimmer
In our home we live like comfy sinners
KG
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 4:14 PM UTC
You are like ivy creeping and embedding yourself in spirals around my limbs
Poison slowly creeping into my very flesh, my very being
What is it about you that makes my lungs heave with distaste
You are a wolf in sheepskin
Your soul a grotesque knarly fungus, toxins settling around you like a shield
But your exterior a brilliantly bright red
You invite others in, only to realise your glowing, vibrant colours have been forged from using and discarding others
******* those around you dry
Forcing yourself into every little crevice
I hate growing next to you, stealing all my light, all my nutrients, all my life
And I bet when you no longer require my prescence you will give absolutely no second thought to tearing me limb from torso to feed that rabid wolf inside you
I bet it's lonely on that 'moral' high ground you keep telling me about, looking down at the rest of my humble flock
I bet one day you will realise you are actually growing on top of an ants hill, not a mighty moral mountain
Enjoy your own company, since you're clearly too good for anyone else's
Since you would rather poison everything around you
Everyone hates poison ivy
KG
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 9:01 PM UTC
At this exact second
someone, somewhere
is so elated
they could burst
into dazzling fractals
of every colour
perceivable
Right now
a polar bear
lays it's wearily
weighted head down
on the ice
to never
get back up again
At the same time
a simple soul
is laying in bed
unable to sleep
restlessly but contentedly
writing a poem
curled up
in the small
of their partners back
This very minute
someone sent their
last goodbyes
tied to a loved one
on a burning pyre
sailing swiftly
into the horizon
along with
their own happiness
And at this hour
a whole person
lost a piece of themselves
so largely irreplaceable
that they couldn't
possibly ever
fill that empty hole
except with a
salty sea
of tears
As one sun sets
another one rises
As one dims and wobbles
throwing it's last
lowly tendrils
of dull grainy light,
Another sun is rising
strong and high
shining beams
so piercing,
shards of light
so blinding,
that you couldn't
hope to hide
from it's warm
content embrace
Right this second
someone bellows with laughter
while others weep and bleed
Every single event
imaginable
is happening
right now
So maybe this
second
minute
hour
day
will get better
KG
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 8:51 PM UTC
the forest in June
i can feel the trees breathing, the wind whirring past their twirling leaves
the bark is course and clammy beneath my hands, notches and winding paths telling my palm a story of ages past
i can almost reach out and grasp the dancing smell of pine and wisps of a cloying floral tone
it's almost too heavy to breathe, and yet it fills my lungs with omnipotent liquid sun
flowers snake into my throat and down, deep into my chest
settling their roots like worms on my diaphragm
i exhale deeply and my breath leaks out like a creeping fog
it dissipates and past it my eyes bleed onto my cheeks,
dazzlingly delightful colours fill my vision, blossoming over my brain
and all I can think is how wonderful it must be
for my heart of green
to belong to the breeze
KG
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
How is it
that I always
seem to end up
drowning
in a pool
of my own tears
when all I do
is give
with tender hands.
kg
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 7:16 PM UTC
I am Autumns baby
my bones align every Autumn season
I come alive, rising from the earthy soil
I'm Summers poison,
my blood all hazey sunsets and leaf mulch
It's just something about the way the dawn and dusk shaded leaves flutter delicately onto my bronze barked skin
and the way the forest breathes, shedding it's summer shroud of green, canopy now thin
anticipating the snarling undertow of winters frosty bite
how the branches twist their arms and fingers,
reaching up to the light,
sky as blue as my doe eyes
the sunsets are all for me, low and piercing,
using her fiery fingers to stroke my face
I dance naked with the birds, the trees and the sun, a blur of grace
I'm all variations of brown, with the occasional pop of green
my lungs house my earth and its flower children, in my rib cage built of twigs with a magic sheen
my hair cascades like a molten copper mess
I'm a reflection in a lake, beautiful crystal but a construct you cannot caress
luke warm, barren branches and burning peat
crows, shimmering sunsets and crunchy leaves under your feet
I am Autumns darling
KG
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 8:02 AM UTC
24 July 2018
2:32 PM
Sometimes.
Being with you
Is like handing you the vastly wonderful universe
And you obsess so intricately
Over one dim, long burnt out, star
That you forget to admire
The rest of the sprawling beauty
Of the sea of sparkles
That I ripped out my heart
To give to you
KG
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 9:37 AM UTC