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462 · Feb 2016
discours
Greenie Feb 2016
yellow clouds
     kiss
          smokey skies  
          awake as I wait for you.
I swear
    there are lighter winds
    this time and that peach
    is not a suitable smell but
No matter,
You're gone and   ~
                                      I'm so tired. My lips have
                                      cracked in anticipation of
                                      your kiss.
                                      \
but ******* it, when you come back you will
love me, I've decided it. You'll be smitten,
You will ache.
457 · Mar 2017
Bonescream
Greenie Mar 2017
But one of the times,
the lake
s w allo w e d us when we’d been
reckless, swore too hard, acted out, it
gobbled
us
up with its ‘YOU’s and its ‘CEDE’s
!
On cursed days,
I wake up
!!
I caught a glimpse of your face as we drowned,
nacreous skin over your willow tree bones, you,
weren’t looking at me, you
may have been dead
!!!
Still, you ossificate as you rust
and spill at me with unintentional toxins,
continue to quote Bradbury, self-comatize with rain-
tainted sunsets and suffocating darknesses
!!!!
Of course it’s unjust
That I must adhere to these chains of flesh,
marinate in my own foamed misdoings
!!!!!
*******
!!!!!!
I will be whole again
I will be whole again
I will be whole again
444 · Nov 2015
Sick
Greenie Nov 2015
i blame You for this
t r a s h e d feeling in my
heart,
oh sWeET
song of mine.
Greenie Oct 2016
look at me with
       unseeing eyes, fevered cheeks,
so I reach
down into my throat and pull out my stomach.
Here. Here! Touch! Taste!
This is me! Thus I am!

I clench it in my fists. I squeeze, nails subducting into pinkish jellies.
I lunge wildly for their mouths, I smear.
~Alas, they also lack tongues.
438 · Jan 2017
listed again ,~☆°`
Greenie Jan 2017
Its all skylights from here.
(Eros collects any leftover heartbeats and I smile)

Holding the stars to his face, its nonsensical, this stash of inhabited husks and sienna skies ; we should quake with

anticipation. "Yes," we'll be grunged cigarettes, coaxed, a rained-out velvet, I'll smash bottles on traincars- like so - ($) - and he'll pick the scraps out of us with his teeth
428 · May 2014
Untitled
Greenie May 2014
faith grows
in me a sparrow
climbing higher sometimes
only sometimes, I try to catch it
know it will get hurt, not another broken wing
but I cant
seem to reach
too high in the sky.

someone gave me
a present the other day
I trust him with my life, it tasted
like the weeds in my garden
It made me giggle, forget
then I got
lost more

sometimes I like
to sit and listen, tip my ear
to the pools of fae, they climb in
I like watching people in city buses
I like their faces
when they cant find
their purse, I pick it up
from the ground
for them

when smiles dare
to  pass shadow upon
my lips you can guess how many
cells get crushed, nucleus gone
why do brain cells
die when
I dance

love poems
make me so sad
like theres nothing else to live for
there has to be something besides
pouring hearts down
drains, cant be good
cant be healthy

most days
when I try to touch
the rainbow with my tongue
I cant reach, not quite, so I spit
im quite good

your face
makes me cry when
she touches you, the cloudiness
in your eyes is replaced, with her reflection
lips moving, in time with her fingers
if I died every time
you looked away
id still be
alive
423 · Sep 2017
Δ
Greenie Sep 2017
Δ
Last night, I died my hair blue. To match the blue
dresses I seem to wear or the earrings. There has been blue in my dreams, and,
naturally,
when I look over at the sky and out at the sea (a few chosen molecules happening to scatter that wavelength best).

_ Beneath _ my skin, it tosses  e n d l e s s,
as well as on ^top^ where I draw it in as
      l          w         r  petals
f          o           e        
and ((((oceans)))) for all eyes.

It’s a place, blue is. It’s in my head and waiting to plunge at my eyelids if they should ever close.
~ Blue ~ is:

  erase
  expose
  rest

  Pulse. His eyes. Pulse. Are gone; this is a new blue, a deeper blue, a me-er blue. My own. (!+!+!)
418 · Feb 2014
chipped
Greenie Feb 2014
the shadows on the ceiling diffuse as I watch
heightened nights and adrenalined days
I am alive, I live
Each day dawning anew,
my soul flies, I am a star.
But then the sun turns, the stars bleed from the sky,
bleed down onto my heart, and I collapse in the dirt
I cannot deny that a part of me will never relight.
the **** on my cheek will always linger
With one of the senses gone, others heighten,
the dark is clear, the cuckoos song intelligible
A jet roars past, and for a moment
in the deafening thunder, I don't feel the cavity's ache.
410 · Apr 2016
Implications
Greenie Apr 2016
What.

He ate out my heart and threw it up.
Poison lungs, poison veins-
****.

Viscera numbed, spined eels wriggle,
I am ******.

****** as in : a shut-in, swain of Gehenna, rocked, rolled.
He needed more rope for his net and so cut out my tendons.

What skies to worship now? What skins?
#lost #heart
Greenie Oct 2015
This is the coldest room in the
house, they say as we pull
out the fan with its blades a-
swirling and fill the air with
Friday night conjectures.
Her fears come out in
rivulets: red and black striped
maunder with thorns and
petals maybe rosy but I can’t
see it’s dark.
405 · Nov 2015
status update
Greenie Nov 2015
She is looking out the window

again. Wishing for there to be

no window. That she could feel the

tumbles of pittering rain droplets as they

run with the wind. On her face. She

thinks on how her autumn-harvest

hair would plaster against her pinked-out

cheeks and jaw and lips. She

watches, seemingly unable to forget her

evening plans. It's down to her mother's

black silk or the leopard-skin

gloves, but both are ripped and she

doesn't know how to sew. She

isn't tired. She's exhilarated. Ready to

feel the rain and wind and trees sail

across her face and down her neck. She

sits and watches through glass panes as skies

whip clouds like batter.
403 · Nov 2015
mantis
Greenie Nov 2015
Under a younger sun
                                perhaps
                     ­                         You
might have saved my life.

                       xox
                       grim reaper
401 · Jan 2015
paying rent for wisdom
Greenie Jan 2015
in          the
midst of all
this    numb
wandering
i   begin   to
see       with
clarity
the
sunrise
neighboring
the      duller
stars  i   may
have     once
prayed    on.
400 · Sep 2018
big day
Greenie Sep 2018
Now,
In light of past dawns there is

bound to be no horizon (there are
   birds
                         up
            flocking
                                         ­    into
space)

Stragglers
p
      l
   u  m
  m
e
        t

down and one
lands on my
toes.
399 · Nov 2014
Hello Poets
Greenie Nov 2014
my favorite poems are
chapters in a story
I can watch as you
fall in love or
squash insecurity
I can almost say im
there with you.
Greenie Nov 2017
I've decided  to
swallow you w
h ole. That way
, I'll get the full
flavor without
having you lin
ger about amo
ng my  t e e th.

See,  I  haven 't
the palate for y
our earthy afte
r t   a s    t  e   s.
394 · Nov 2019
Come back!
Greenie Nov 2019
(I mean it this time)

We could
fly to the moon or

have kids.
390 · Mar 2015
tranquilized
Greenie Mar 2015
run-smooth leather
these passenger seats bare
never hides truly these
run-down ambitions
388 · Dec 2014
addiction
Greenie Dec 2014
once I
asked why
he insisted on
becoming someone
else with his drugs and his
gangs and he told me that he was
one with water and that it flowed
in him because why not the
summers are only so
long what is
there to
lose
'me' I said
you maybe left
me a ways back when
we were crossing the desert
and you saw a lake shimmer with
golden glaciers you promised but its not
that I care about I want to ride in your car as
you race to the finish base of the sphinx so maybe
ill join you on your bet with the devil as long as we're
together right?
380 · Jan 2017
Another list:
Greenie Jan 2017
Its a sea pebble sky that looms tonight and it reminds me of how very gatsby my innards feel
2. Hah, its darkened to a deadly velvet in these few seconds- what passion!
3. It was in the dairy aisle yesterday that i added the need to incise my skin to the shopping list
4. I especially enjoy times at which the snow has yet to cloak the sheath of a frozen lake- one is able to see perfectly the rocks and withered leaves strewn beneath
5. She always apologizes the next morning.
368 · Dec 2014
beginnings
Greenie Dec 2014
and i think now id be happy to
stand behind you as you say 'yes' with
waves in your throat
and mountains in your eyes
367 · Aug 2014
_^-.-^_
Greenie Aug 2014
this is my poem
and no one can make me let go of it
cant take it, cant hold it
I can live here, inside it
taste the salty freedom of its vastness
reach my arms up, fingertips arching
curl up around it, warmth
because its mine
belongs only to me, and I , only to my poem.
356 · Apr 2017
so i smoked
Greenie Apr 2017
today i
didn't
cut my
leg ab
ove the
knee be
low the
hip bec
ause  i
didn' t
want yo
u to ask
w h e n
we have
***
and you
watch
me get
dressed
after.
356 · Apr 2017
evening plans
Greenie Apr 2017
touch me again, I
dar*e
you. I will string out your
crown-jewel insides and bite
off your hands  ~or would, if following through was a strength of mine-

Sounds of him moving on from downstairs, bludgeon me.

Today i will resolve my emotions for the men I've loved who are incapable of loving me. I will fill my throat with things that wish to stay there. The water will rush to greet me with infinite reassurances, engulfing my favorite secrets, kissing them in recognition, stroking me into peaceful slumber, lasting. Oh, lake, love, keep me into forever.
352 · Jan 2017
For your sake
352 · Oct 2015
to pass the time
Greenie Oct 2015
The doctor’s screen flashes with
boxes, bells, ribbons
all so enchanting, shimmering, shining;
She’s been forgiven;
God says ‘yes,
you are,’ and she claps ‘please, please,’
her lungs now underseas, with blue ***** and
barricudas in search of new colonies.
344 · May 2016
Untitled
Greenie May 2016
You pointed to where she'd thrown the glass against the wall and then
traced the veins of my neck with your
nails,
clammish things with a lust for
god knows what
342 · Jan 2015
short wish lists
Greenie Jan 2015
i used to want to be the hero

now I just wish to be saved

from myself, like some helpless

princess in a tower
341 · Apr 2017
He couldn't
Greenie Apr 2017
even
hold my hand in public but
said my name, first and middle, echoing it around our bed as if daring me to look him in the eyes. Swaddled me in beargolve spice, unstitched the painstakingly-put seams in my lungs while i slept, cut off fingertips once mine and rooted them to the fertile country of his gums.

I knew I'd never love him but
      tried to grab for the lining of his esophagus or the old-time winds in his eyes. I'd always miss, so I guess that makes me the lemon.
339 · Sep 2016
college kid
Greenie Sep 2016
curvature of the thigh, smokestack scars and frothy seas.   so crouch with ready ears, involuntary vertebrae. sirens in the city-
Knock on our ribs and PRAY for us! oh, medusa,
mother.
adjusting
338 · Dec 2014
Made to last
Greenie Dec 2014
And in the mirror is an older girl from yesterday, for it was then that I wrote every fantasy for which i've yearned upon a golden sheaf and I tied it to a kite, black and red and orange, and I watched it sail up and up and up and forever away from here, for what will dreaming do me except milky teardrops and sagging doorframes. I'd like to live a life in peace away from falsities, and it is for that reason which I cringe at the lies and shallow untruths which are spoken around my core, too close, I push away. If I could fly I would go to the seas with whitecaps of pearl and ruby fishes jumping across my lazy, sundried belly, impregnated with ideals, puffy with a folly that gives the only true happiness. But if is but a word and I am but a girl and maybe with my grandmothers looking down upon me I will be that emerald eyed fox running for the moon.
338 · Jun 2014
This I Know
Greenie Jun 2014
I remember watching the sun
slide to the purple folds beneath my window
the day he died.
The oak of his coffin was grainy
/In Jerusalem there's no oak trees.

In kindergarten I sang of Jesus' love
the same way I sang of big blue dinosaurs that fly
Why is it that I can see them in my dreams but not Jesus?
after I've arranged all my clocks on the mantle from small to large
i'll sit in front and hold my breath till their silence drowns eachother out
maybe then he'll start the show
330 · Nov 2015
in search of mitigations
Greenie Nov 2015
flesh and b
                 o
                 n
                 e
flesh and b  l  o  o  d
                                          traps me
                                          |           |
                                          traps me
330 · Jan 2015
mulling over futures
Greenie Jan 2015
on days when this house is not a home i
pull my body out the doors and into the
earth's  chilly fragrance. and if the sky is
bold  i   light  my  heart  with  the  stars'
possibility  and  i  hope  and  i hope that
one day maybe i will be who i want and
i  will  look in the mirror in the morning
and say to myself yes, this  is  who i am,
who i lived for all those days  when  my
fingers    felt    sick  and people said my
smile didn't  match  my eyes. maybe i'll
find  someone to  explode  with,  maybe
i'll     share     my    freedom    with    my
ancestors    maybe    i   will  but  i  hope.
330 · Jan 2017
">-:.:-<"
Greenie Jan 2017
I do not ache with your absence.
I do not ache with your absense-
legs walk the same stride, tongues flick syllables,
Air is pressed into lungs and eyes see. We were never the same. We were never.
328 · May 2016
scar
Greenie May 2016
And if it's propriety keeping me from gobbling
                                                        ­              up your suns and
                                                             ­                        moons
*******, fool i am, yes. But,
then again,
                                            id be but a shadow
                                            across your horizon,
nightmare from which you'll never wake,
                                                           ­      witch.
And, i say again, my love,
I never wished this upon you.
328 · Aug 2014
tear
Greenie Aug 2014
And they say it should be unconditional
and it is, dear
but I'd never let you hear that from any lips of mine
320 · May 2014
To Breathe
Greenie May 2014
if I were real
id feel the air rush
down into my lungs and throughout
and down my veins, into my pounding heart because
I guess that's what real people do in their free time
319 · Aug 2017
toothy sky
Greenie Aug 2017
So I try and paint you. Because I was driving home last night and then, all of a sudden, someone turned the street signs turned into your smiles and the traffic lights into your eyes. Upon sketching out your jaw, the arc of your cheek, the nose line you so despised, I grow weary and elect to go with a sunset instead. Having limited canvas, I carefully rip your face in two, detaching the teeth from the smiling eyes, the upper from the lower. The symbolism disappears and what once resided on the backing of my scenery shot becomes a lone mouth: a strangers mouth. I erase it because it's none of my business.
Greenie Jan 2018
I feel melt
           concentrated in the chest, legs, brain, it is most hinderous.
           For instance, upon entering small enough rooms, thinking
           too hard, or looking too closely at my skin, some sort of ladle
           is at once ****** down my throat and grates forgotten
           membranes in the dark. It works up a soup, it does, and all
           the while I totter. My, what a dance!, though I can't say I'm
           glad to have taken to the floor. In fact!, the step of liquids
           flushing every which way inside drives one quite to the edge!
           Bonkers! I'd rather It'd just quit it's game, this soup.              
           I'd rather it just
spill.
from summer
311 · Dec 2016
Your second poem
Greenie Dec 2016
Wicked, wacked,
Watch as we about-face this perfect paring because
about now
the timer ive set will be going off and, GOD knows, we CANT brown the silly crust this time. *****. Fake ghosts and roaming shores, pack them and go $i die$ somewhere with more tranquil winds, quiet skies. Earth, with you i have coalesced- alas, fae tongues have yet to forget to grab ankles and pull.

I apologize for the imprints of my claws.
310 · Sep 2014
fire in my kitchen
Greenie Sep 2014
i want to say i  love  you so bad
i   feel   the   words         catch         in        my         throat
every            time           you     say goodbye     .
feel my fingers start to reach out to pull you back again
but if I did I would    m    e     l     t

it would be easier
if       you     just       said       it               first
308 · May 2017
Unaligned, probably
Greenie May 2017
My veins,
                    blue things that squirm about under cuts of flesh,
call out louder than usual. Same with car tires and philosophy-laced heavens. I, the pulp, am insignificant and so plead for allowances in regards to my ****** appetite.

(The sun sets)
306 · Apr 2017
Act I
Greenie Apr 2017
Daisy boy, (rote eyes, hand-me-down lips)
you could
open your sugarsnake veins to me, polish my silverware,
outline my edges.* If you listen a bit harder than not at all,
there might be a cha
nce for us to paint our skin with sunrises or
make it to the movies.
305 · Aug 2014
Can't I?
Greenie Aug 2014
I love you when the sun rises
          and
when I breathe, which has been happening more often

I love you when birds fly
         and also
as my heart beats, races

I love you but it hurts when
I hold myself back, she said it wouldn't last if I fell

but I love you
301 · Oct 2016
Sir Sweets
Greenie Oct 2016
You painted me pink and gold, wrapped around me ribbons of it to become my skin, my hair, ribbon. Would let the loose ends fly, too. For windy days, i was a private ballet, swirls and leaps with me, standing there, watching you, enjoy.
300 · Mar 2018
~_,
Greenie Mar 2018
~_,
Storm-girl says today's a bad day,
rolled out of bed too late
(I guess),

she still prefers green bananas,
likes to paint with skin for canvas

what i mean is
skin-peel, nothing's real,
how dare they tell me how to feel.
297 · Aug 2019
coastal evening
Greenie Aug 2019
Brackish thing,
with waves for eyes,
winks steely blue under
moonlight, manlight.
296 · Sep 2014
why?
Greenie Sep 2014
because I haven't yet.
291 · Sep 2018
X
Greenie Sep 2018
X
And *******, will you stop falling in love at the library
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