taylor-rachel-bereiter - Hello Poetry

I hate it all so much. This hatred burns and scalds my skin from the outside in and rips away flesh like picking rotted flowers from my bones. My clothes are no longer here. They left ashes in their place a slow wake of fire dust encircles me like its digging out a tomb. I hear the cackling of the sturdy floorboards beneath my feet begin to snap. I hear the laughter breaking free from the splinters and feel the spike of their railroad pike skin pierce me ripping away failing flesh like train cars until I am just cooked bone and hate and spilled muscle. My blood begins to soak into the oak of the earth’s soil. I hear it boil. It funnels down through dirt like drain-o. I peer into the hole like an open casket. I see the soul of the planet so like me. All cooked bone and boiled blood. All rotted flower and liquid muscle. It coalesces into an ocean of metal magma. It looks like it knows how to hate like me. The wakes wave like an invitation. I feel the gravity of my skeletal frame pull back into an arched bow and let go. I fall like an arrow on fire. My cooked bone crashes into an alloy ocean and shatters like fine china I am fire dust in the form of crashed skeleton and rotten flower. I fuse into this lake of burning wakes until the flames of our hate soak into a bonfire of failed flesh and metal I am home here There is no armament of wood and laughter There is only hate, blood, bone, metal, and rotted flower It looks like heaven.

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Nov 6, 2015

Nov 6, 2015 at 1:32 AM UTC

Hate and Heaven

I hate it all so much. This hatred burns and scalds my skin from the outside in and rips away flesh like picking rotted flowers from my bones. My clothes are no longer here. They left ashes in their place a slow wake of fire dust encircles me like its digging out a tomb. I hear the cackling of the sturdy floorboards beneath my feet begin to snap. I hear the laughter breaking free from the splinters and feel the spike of their railroad pike skin pierce me ripping away failing flesh like train cars until I am just cooked bone and hate and spilled muscle. My blood begins to soak into the oak of the earth’s soil. I hear it boil. It funnels down through dirt like drain-o. I peer into the hole like an open casket. I see the soul of the planet so like me. All cooked bone and boiled blood. All rotted flower and liquid muscle. It coalesces into an ocean of metal magma. It looks like it knows how to hate like me. The wakes wave like an invitation. I feel the gravity of my skeletal frame pull back into an arched bow and let go. I fall like an arrow on fire. My cooked bone crashes into an alloy ocean and shatters like fine china I am fire dust in the form of crashed skeleton and rotten flower. I fuse into this lake of burning wakes until the flames of our hate soak into a bonfire of failed flesh and metal I am home here There is no armament of wood and laughter There is only hate, blood, bone, metal, and rotted flower It looks like heaven.

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My community is like a day at the beach. The warm water melts away the ****** seagull calls As we build sandcastles large enough for the biggest And most ridiculously hard to say umbrella that we can Manage to stitch together from our broken homes. We play volleyball with our hope The biggest beach ball we can muster Our net constructed of ally weave And it’s got flames and it’s super bad-ass and **** But nets are only nets And nets can only do so much You can’t play games without The people. We ride jet skis away from sharks Sharing the strong towers Of our middle fingers Because **** sharks I know only some of them are dangerous But after you see a body floating in the water Like a buoyed tomb It’s hard to forget the biting. The net asked us once Why we never have a funeral I guessed that it didn’t realize that We don’t have the time To bury all the bodies That’s like Asking us to count the sand Like telling us to collect the waves Like begging us to dry an ocean of tears But These aren’t tears They are a body count These aren’t sickles of sand They are our ancestors’ ashes These aren’t warm waves but walls of black blood And it’s here Amongst the ashes And blood That we build our sandcastles I look around in mine It is insulated in white The black blood Only begins to broach The moat outside If I never bothered To look I might never see it How much time Must we spend in Our sandcastles Before we can Smell the blood Outside How deep do we Have to dig our holes Before we silence the screams Outside Why are we just Looking at the walls Why aren’t we looking Outside We are not royalty We are not arbiters of Ash and blood This is NOT a Game Net’s don’t matter when All the players are dying. How many sandcastles Do we have to build Before we remember The stone riots that Built them Be spiked heel shoes Be rock and brick Be broken windows Be shattered bone Raise your fist against The biting tide Swim against the sharks Until you bleed enough To drown Them Be blood Be ash Be broken homes Be ****** murals In the street Be white sandcastles Then tear yourself down Until you get back to the Stone Walls of your foundation You know what, ever mind **** sandcastles They seem too much like sharks anyway

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Oct 30, 2015

Oct 30, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC

A Day at the Beach

My community is like a day at the beach. The warm water melts away the ****** seagull calls As we build sandcastles large enough for the biggest And most ridiculously hard to say umbrella that we can Manage to stitch together from our broken homes. We play volleyball with our hope The biggest beach ball we can muster Our net constructed of ally weave And it’s got flames and it’s super bad-ass and **** But nets are only nets And nets can only do so much You can’t play games without The people. We ride jet skis away from sharks Sharing the strong towers Of our middle fingers Because **** sharks I know only some of them are dangerous But after you see a body floating in the water Like a buoyed tomb It’s hard to forget the biting. The net asked us once Why we never have a funeral I guessed that it didn’t realize that We don’t have the time To bury all the bodies That’s like Asking us to count the sand Like telling us to collect the waves Like begging us to dry an ocean of tears But These aren’t tears They are a body count These aren’t sickles of sand They are our ancestors’ ashes These aren’t warm waves but walls of black blood And it’s here Amongst the ashes And blood That we build our sandcastles I look around in mine It is insulated in white The black blood Only begins to broach The moat outside If I never bothered To look I might never see it How much time Must we spend in Our sandcastles Before we can Smell the blood Outside How deep do we Have to dig our holes Before we silence the screams Outside Why are we just Looking at the walls Why aren’t we looking Outside We are not royalty We are not arbiters of Ash and blood This is NOT a Game Net’s don’t matter when All the players are dying. How many sandcastles Do we have to build Before we remember The stone riots that Built them Be spiked heel shoes Be rock and brick Be broken windows Be shattered bone Raise your fist against The biting tide Swim against the sharks Until you bleed enough To drown Them Be blood Be ash Be broken homes Be ****** murals In the street Be white sandcastles Then tear yourself down Until you get back to the Stone Walls of your foundation You know what, ever mind **** sandcastles They seem too much like sharks anyway

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This body was birthed without an attachable heart Love won't even try to cling To a machine Already falling apart.

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Oct 30, 2015

Oct 30, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC

Weak Machinery

This body was birthed without an attachable heart Love won't even try to cling To a machine Already falling apart.

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This heart isn’t hallow This emptiness is just As full as it can get Like drowning a sealed Water bottle full of Oxygen My heart breathes like a water boarding Screams for first dates That don’t come Crushes over girls Who ask me out to coffee so They can brag about having coffee With a cute guy to me While the two of us Have coffee Smile Do not show the hallow Do not let the wind being knocked out of you Whistle off of your rib cage Like love notes being shredded Remember This is just coffee Don’t pay attention to the fact that Coffee hardly ever happens Don’t pay attention to the fact that You’ve literally had a crush on this girl since Before you actually met her Don’t pay attention to the fact that There might not ever be another Coffee Remember This is just your life They don’t write love stories for hallowed out hearts Or at least hearts that are only full of an outlining Of oxygen With skin singed from dysphoria I hear it’s not good theater If the main character looks like A burn victim— A bit indistinguishable Like someone threw Scalding coffee over your gender Or tried to fill your heart with it Breathe Remember getting over her It wasn’t hard After all It was just coffee And it wasn’t like you Had hope to fill your heart with It was too full of out-linings It’d be like stuffing a net with sand Or trying to pour coffee into a Shattered cup Breathe Let the broken shards of the I-guess-this-really-is-just-coffee cups Fill your lungs It’s easier than breathing in another night Of lonely At least then you know There was coffee And glasses that fell apart In tune with the shattering Of your heart So human To lose something By breaking it Breathe Remember There was another coffee And another girl And this time we didn’t drink From busted cups But in something sturdy Like a glass of hugs That held the future of more time together And had teabags of hope attached to strings Of fingers that interlocked with hers On the couch during our Second date My god I know we had on shoes With rubber souls But that night your Fingertips felt electric Like a coffee cup with An outlet in it And the fork of my fingers found The shock inside of you It was warm like Body heat Or setting yourself on fire Holy **** I never knew holding hands could make My burned heart Feel like a bonfire Of shredded love notes And shattered cups I squeezed your hand a bit too hard Like ripping coffee out of a sponge I hoped you didn’t feel How desperately I needed to hold Onto the lifeboat rope of your arm Because I’ve been drowning In shards of glass from I-guess-this-really-is-just-coffee cups My whole life I wish that second dates Came with instruction manuals Because I had no idea what to do So at 2am When you said you needed to leave I walked you out to your car And while I never read an instruction manual I know that was the right move Because you turned And smushed your face into mine Like I was stealing cotton candy in my mouth I’m glad you were a good kisser Because I know that kissing cotton candy Has to be awkward as **** But I hope that you at least found Something sweet somewhere between My lips My god How great a thief you were When I checked my breath The next morning It was gone Electrocuted from my lungs And now I knew why kids Keep shoving forks Into outlets It’s because the electric feels ******* incredible Like taking a bath in oxygen Or drowning in an ocean of inhales Or fighting off a horde of dragons by ******* breathing on them So Breathe Remember Cotton candy may seem sweet But it doesn’t last forever Eventually Everyone can’t bare to have Another bite Awkward-at-first-kisses became Awkward kisses Breath kept coming home early And dragons began to breathe Back at me I wasn’t surprised when you told me You started seeing someone It made sense I always kept too many dragons around With screaming hearts And shattered coffee cups Burning everything I wasn’t surprised when I cried that day It made sense I had all of my oxygen back now It was the only kind of breath I knew You see, oxygen flows through the heart and Circles through the veins I know oxygen Like shattered coffee cups And broken hallows Filled with oceans of air I guess that’s why I set my heart on fire Because maybe It was never There.

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Oct 30, 2015

Oct 30, 2015 at 8:03 PM UTC

Breath like Coffee Cups

This heart isn’t hallow This emptiness is just As full as it can get Like drowning a sealed Water bottle full of Oxygen My heart breathes like a water boarding Screams for first dates That don’t come Crushes over girls Who ask me out to coffee so They can brag about having coffee With a cute guy to me While the two of us Have coffee Smile Do not show the hallow Do not let the wind being knocked out of you Whistle off of your rib cage Like love notes being shredded Remember This is just coffee Don’t pay attention to the fact that Coffee hardly ever happens Don’t pay attention to the fact that You’ve literally had a crush on this girl since Before you actually met her Don’t pay attention to the fact that There might not ever be another Coffee Remember This is just your life They don’t write love stories for hallowed out hearts Or at least hearts that are only full of an outlining Of oxygen With skin singed from dysphoria I hear it’s not good theater If the main character looks like A burn victim— A bit indistinguishable Like someone threw Scalding coffee over your gender Or tried to fill your heart with it Breathe Remember getting over her It wasn’t hard After all It was just coffee And it wasn’t like you Had hope to fill your heart with It was too full of out-linings It’d be like stuffing a net with sand Or trying to pour coffee into a Shattered cup Breathe Let the broken shards of the I-guess-this-really-is-just-coffee cups Fill your lungs It’s easier than breathing in another night Of lonely At least then you know There was coffee And glasses that fell apart In tune with the shattering Of your heart So human To lose something By breaking it Breathe Remember There was another coffee And another girl And this time we didn’t drink From busted cups But in something sturdy Like a glass of hugs That held the future of more time together And had teabags of hope attached to strings Of fingers that interlocked with hers On the couch during our Second date My god I know we had on shoes With rubber souls But that night your Fingertips felt electric Like a coffee cup with An outlet in it And the fork of my fingers found The shock inside of you It was warm like Body heat Or setting yourself on fire Holy **** I never knew holding hands could make My burned heart Feel like a bonfire Of shredded love notes And shattered cups I squeezed your hand a bit too hard Like ripping coffee out of a sponge I hoped you didn’t feel How desperately I needed to hold Onto the lifeboat rope of your arm Because I’ve been drowning In shards of glass from I-guess-this-really-is-just-coffee cups My whole life I wish that second dates Came with instruction manuals Because I had no idea what to do So at 2am When you said you needed to leave I walked you out to your car And while I never read an instruction manual I know that was the right move Because you turned And smushed your face into mine Like I was stealing cotton candy in my mouth I’m glad you were a good kisser Because I know that kissing cotton candy Has to be awkward as **** But I hope that you at least found Something sweet somewhere between My lips My god How great a thief you were When I checked my breath The next morning It was gone Electrocuted from my lungs And now I knew why kids Keep shoving forks Into outlets It’s because the electric feels ******* incredible Like taking a bath in oxygen Or drowning in an ocean of inhales Or fighting off a horde of dragons by ******* breathing on them So Breathe Remember Cotton candy may seem sweet But it doesn’t last forever Eventually Everyone can’t bare to have Another bite Awkward-at-first-kisses became Awkward kisses Breath kept coming home early And dragons began to breathe Back at me I wasn’t surprised when you told me You started seeing someone It made sense I always kept too many dragons around With screaming hearts And shattered coffee cups Burning everything I wasn’t surprised when I cried that day It made sense I had all of my oxygen back now It was the only kind of breath I knew You see, oxygen flows through the heart and Circles through the veins I know oxygen Like shattered coffee cups And broken hallows Filled with oceans of air I guess that’s why I set my heart on fire Because maybe It was never There.

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