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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)
Greenie Sep 2014
i like to dance
by myself
but mostly
when i know
someone else is
watching
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
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
Greenie Oct 2014
the man with whom I am in love
gets others high in his freetime
and deals.

i wish helplessly to be his only business interest.
Greenie May 2014
When I was a girl
Id dine with the fairies in the garden
Laugh with gods over tea
But in the night the wind shook my heart.
Greenie Aug 2014
you touched my soul and then you laughed.
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
Greenie Jul 2018
I no longer believe you've left my head, I mean,

the idea of your fingers interlocked with my own

echoes at me in the most unproductive ways.
Greenie Sep 2014
because I haven't yet.
Greenie Jan 2022
I read ahead to the end of our story. Told it to you. We laughed, then and wept later, in private:

We change with the seasons, our bones softening to allow for the other’s. In Spring, I leave you with a crown of daisies. You leave me with a kiss.
Greenie Apr 2015
i just wanted for you to run me
over with your sugary words and
bold gait and you did, by god, you
ran me straight into the ground so
that i linger along the walls and in
the cracks under the pavement and
how could i
do this
to
me
Greenie Dec 2017
I, ripe
fruit,
a-wait dreams,
legends, storms~
In song, become
girl, with voice, hair,
lips, let me ex
press to you the welling,
welting of
the cardiovascular.
Precipice of a
smile, sultry swirl of
cloud before the
wet. Orange
skies cut to
red. Brok
en clocks because maybe without time they'll get here before I
wilt.
X
Greenie Sep 2018
X
And *******, will you stop falling in love at the library
xox
Greenie Jun 2018
xox
I, phantom limb, sense there's mo re

to miss than flesh.


Laugh along with Go

d, pick

at scabs, wrinkle my nose.


Notice

sunsets, grab for mothers' hands, choke

on water.
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.
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. (!+!+!)

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