yes, you were all
straight-edges and knives weren't you
until the clouds dare drift
to colder skies
you melted right before
our eyes
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
the sunlight slaps you
so you retreat
and you cover up
the blood gets caught in
your white security blanket
and everything is okay
until you step back outside
the light draws attention to
the withered pale skin
and the watery pale wound
it doesn't stop stinging all day
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
like way
think
just look
snow eyes hit
want
know
looked having kids
yard
hard flower movie
crazy screaming wonderful skull
deal
caked bird growing clean
cracked
um
laughed whats-his-face
wash dirt rose
fighting anymore
christmas embracing wishbones
doesn't
girls aren't
they'll
it'll
blue-eyed water-color
won't judas
prom stumbles
snowball reminded sort
snapped screams
crevices cradled
dreaded teenage june-bugs filled fight
held skin
blood red
say
year
****** help
night life left
play
turn
got light
love away home
kiss
hold hands
searching girl
thing laughing
stretch ice man
water gun going
fading
asked
saw pretty legs
bruises
hand
thought coming kind
wish
burn
fingers desperate rock
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
we were having
having what I thought was a snowball fight
fighting our way across the yard
yard full of screaming kids
kids that also laughed
laughing when I got hit
hit with something hard
hard not like ice not like snow
snow filled with a rock is what I think
think I don't want to play anymore
any more bruises will crack my skull
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
jars of peanut butter not yet opened
and being the first to scrap the silken surface
with the knife
your favorite movie airing on television
and watching it again all thrilled because
some tv execs wanted to share it with the world
taking a t-shirt out of the dryer
and for a brief wonderful moment
it warms your cold morning skin
being alive
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC
he holds a coffee cup in one hand
and a notebook in the other
it has a langston hughes quote on the cover
written in a midnight scrawl
when he paid, he smiled with all his teeth
and he had taken off his dark gloves for long enough
to reveal his calloused fingers
scarred guitar worn fingers
he drinks his coffee black and sits by the window
and Lord, the thought of him breaks me already
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC
"speak quietly"
ah, but how would the people
living on the scraggly edge
of the mountain cliff
ever hear us if we did?
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
if you want we could
go for a movie or
or something because I
well I saw you once
with your
the way you held the flower in your hands
after whats-his-face asked you to prom last year
(was it a rose? I think it was)
and you kind of
you did this thing that sort of looked
well it reminded me of it's a wonderful life
you know that, um
the Christmas one
well your eyes looked like that movie
I know that's crazy
but that's the only way I can say it, ******
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 9:51 PM UTC
the flowers don’t grow as much
as they used to
during the yellow junes when her father
picked her up and spun the world
around them
so that it was all blurry lights
and a laugh
sort of like a freed bird
claws have been dragged through the dirt
and the field has been ravaged
and she doesn’t know why anyone bothers
sticking around it
she fruit she picks
from the curved, twisted tree
and the stout, shiny shrub
are not as sweet
like when the juice spilled over the boy’s wrist
as his thumb and forefinger pressed
the delicious ****** flesh against her lips
now it is bitter, and tough
and hard
if she finds one that is sweet
it is poisoned
and it burns her alive
the only land left is inside her
so she swallows all of the pink seeds
and waits for them
they bloom in her stomach
they ****** their roots into her heart
the flowers come back, in the end
unfurling above a scuffed brown sky
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC
i am sixteen
and my future lies
in my hands but its
being pulled and tugged at
by things like
scholarships
leadership positions
GPA
not such a straight path now, is it
i am sixteen
and discovering a new joy
stumbling upon
the passion you were always meant
to find
leaving the stagnant
for the bold and burning and enchanted
shows a lack of dedication
so i sit in my lovely self-made cage
round and round on the merry-go-round
i wonder where it will spit me out?
we are sixteen
and the gloves and
the stiff lips have failed to take note of
our dear fickle hearts
and the immense courage with we run
the scorched
shadowy dreams in our eyes
that cannot be discovered in the time it takes
to find a prom date
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC