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Dec 2014 · 760
To-Go Mug
OnwardFlame Dec 2014
Hands slipping into lace
I could wrestle you into a place
Where maybe neither of us, leave in the end
But even as I get caught up in sighs
Moments of us working side by side
Mathematics and screenplays
What is this?

But a friend is looking for a subletter
In the little old town of Chicago
She told me, today
Where I begin, again
I replay our moments and laugh to myself
In the public eye
But I fly on,
Debutantes and brothers
Braided hair, gin and tonic in hand.

I am not really sure what it is
You really see when you look at me
Adventure, frivolity, possibility
But I--I...
We can argue all day
Because you love the banter
But I roll my eyes and have to say

Come take me away.
Dec 2014 · 966
Ceviche Porn
OnwardFlame Dec 2014
Last, first
Second, third
I don't know if I can really spell anymore.

******* numbers.
Why does everything have to--
Documents, folders, texts, moments
First, last
I don't know if you are my last.

But I, I can't help it
I could cuddle up to you in a taxi cab
After you tell me to "come here"
A million times
Know me, I promise

And I can send you my poetry
Or I can play games
But I guess all I can really say
Is I do--I have the tendency
To sit here in my slip
Your jacket
And know this isn't supposed to just--
Just

Maybe its the masks behind me
Or the life you would lead
If I didn't disappear
Into smoke
But
If you
Covered me in Spanish and red chilli peppers
I meant what I said.
I promise that--

I would love it best
If you took off your shirt now
And forgot about any tomorrows.
Dec 2014 · 722
Kiddo In Fur
OnwardFlame Dec 2014
If you let me
Be so,
If I let me
Be so,
I could be your little china doll.

I straddled you last night
After drinking all of the red wine
"I'm sorry!" I chided into the night
Lips and teeth biting, swallow, swallow
Feeding each other candy cane love

Rice and soy sauced marijuana
You think its cute how I love that ****
But I don't think you would let me lead
And I can't complain

Beat up wardrobe on the block
A wooden souvenir
If only we had more time, we say
I know I could be your little china doll

Everyone tries to persuade me to stay
But I just roll my eyes
I could lie on a mattress with no bed frame
With you
Any time of the week.

Interview me, lets play doctor
Teach me all the right ways
To win a job
And I hope my fragrance, stays on you
But you have to go
And so do I
But please, soak me up
Play with my china doll limbs

I can warm your heart.
Dec 2014 · 520
Stellas & The Blue Moon
OnwardFlame Dec 2014
I hoped to leap out of bed this morning, like a little bunny rabbit.
Eager to see you tonight. I fell asleep last night, high in the clouds, no love making to heal wounds with another.
I wish time didn't go so slowly and I wish it didn't go so fast.
I wish that we never had days, where we would rather sleep through it, instead.
OnwardFlame Dec 2014
http://vimeo.com/114576423

Legs entwined
Toes touching, limbs eager and so full of love
His dark old jeans
The jeans that sag on him
I laugh to myself noticing.
Watch him as he turns his head to the side
Cocking that smile.
My Italian elitist shoes, grazing his toes
My Polaroid camera as my handy sidekick
Just a moment.
The contrast.
Masculine and feminine.
Light and dark.
Big and small.
Brown and black.
Bare and clothed.
Unity.
All I feel with him, when I let myself go, is unity.
If only I could seize my dark monster
Grab it by the neck and free it into the ocean.
Stop it before it is released.
What I would do to completely put her away.
Let the toes continuously touch

By my side or alone.
Whether he is present, or no.
A snapshot created, to laugh at
To enjoy.
The two lovers gaze into each other’s eyes
After the clicking and releasing is heard.
Moist lips, wet tongues
Celebrating unearthed love.
What we have, oh what we have.
Examine it, stand outside
My scientific glasses on, so thick
Your hands in the air, with such care
We fought for it all.
We wanted it to be so much.
Young, so young. Wanting the world.
Careful now of the snow globe—Don’t grip it too tightly.
But I will dance with the seahorses always.
And you had to drag me away.
You laughed and smiled your brightest smile and pulled me away.
Fantasy. I wish I too could link my tail onto sea branches.
“Such a little lamb, with such a ***** mouth.”
You loved me with all your might?
I remember this day so well.
Staring at seahorses entwining their tales on branches
Like children we stared on
You chuckled at my trance
The seahorses,
They so comfortably nestled and necked
And then there we were.
Sweating in the hot sun
You in jeans
Me dressed like summer.
Moist lips
Wet tongues.
Seahorses you couldn’t pull me away from.
Urging me to pet the baby sharks
As excited children danced around you and I.
Toes touching
Bare legs and old jeans.
Masculine and feminine.
Put the monster away.
This is everything.
This was everything.
We were everything?
#film #womenmakemovies #triggerhappydagger #art #love #loss #rediscovery #grief #bravery
Dec 2014 · 803
Are You Alright?
OnwardFlame Dec 2014
I ate a nasty sandwich last night
Standing at the kitchen counter
In nothing but my pantyhose.

A woman in Jersey last night,
She tried to help me find my way back
I bought her two "Natty Daddys" from the liquor store
Yo, they looked disgusting.

But she drunkly jabbered on
Telling me tales of how she has sunk knives into people
Watched her brother blow his brains out
Got shot when she was 4 years old
Had 7 felonies
I listened like it was all nothing
Nodding my head gently in the freezing cold
She told me she would call me Penelope,
And I nodded and nodded and nodded,
Hopeful smile
As if my best friend and I simply waited for the bus.

But I bought her the beer
Because I was not about to **** around.
She finally went away
Clamoring out with: "I can't keep living in fantasyland here--I have a real job!!!!"
But stopped to look back and inform me that her boyfriend was 6'9".

An ambulance soon came
And an under cover cop
And I guess this is one of those moments
Where I could seem like a stand up comedian and stretch the truth
But I don't.

I don't know if it was for her.
Or for her 6'9" boyfriend.
Or hell, maybe even me.


Legs up on the wall, talking on the phone until 3am
But Long Eyelashes needs to talk because he is sad
But I gotta go get high and bowl tonight
Everyone needs to just calm the **** down.
A sleeping friend missed our hang out time
I can give you candy canes.
Southern sun and eggnog will soon surround me
Here's some art, I hope you like it
I think, deep--in my mind.
Dec 2014 · 395
An Ode to Septa
OnwardFlame Dec 2014
I'll be the girl in the red coat
My bad, I say
But alls I got is change
Hard blue seat
Mumbling, everyone looks out the window
Next destination.

Mirrors and a bus driver who is at it all day long
We don't know.
No one stops to ask?
Oh boy it smells of ****
Red lights flicker the date and time
But don't sit next to me

Graffiti and run down parts of the city
Whirl by us like Forrest Gump
But we all want to camp out
In our own spots

Pull the yellow wire
Miss your destination
****.
Maybe you shouldn't have rolled your eyes
At the wailing child or taken the handicapped seat
But don't eat or drink
And please exit by rear door.
Dec 2014 · 696
Cold Pizza On The Subway
OnwardFlame Dec 2014
Its cold as **** out here
Here, in our winter coats
Jack Daniels poured down my mouth
I can answer questions with eloquence

Full length gloves
A father and daughter dance
Lips full of expression
I was taught how to flutter
Like a social butterfly,
The best.

The men
Boys, guys, fools
Interchanging phone calls
Walking as William Penn stares down
You will have to yell my name,
This time.

"I don't want you to be mad."
And like the old hollywood movie star
I secretly seek to be
I turn, drama in the air
"Don't make it about me being mad. Make it about me being GONE."
Waltz, turn, lead, hair flipping away
Movie credits begin.

Its 3am and I hear the voice of possibility
But a girlfriend and I, we laugh
Like we are 5 years old again
Sometimes you need to just go home
To your childhood best friend in the bed.
Dec 2014 · 932
iMessage Universe
OnwardFlame Dec 2014
A rupture of skin and lids flutter
Open and close
Open and close.

Lets type and text
Hit send!
Hit send?
Hit send.
If I could just make sounds, just like:
:.'"()!!~.,?/+=-_*&^%$#@

Sitting behind screens
Face glowing from the pictures and typed words of others
Whatever happened to romantic letters?
But if you wanted to book me a ticket to Chile
I would put my phone away.

Glancing over at Long Eyelashes
He's sliding, swishing, tapping
All the screens
Just look at me.
But I'm just as guilty

Television screens and news articles
Everyone has something to say
But lets get up
Virtual talking heads hit "like" a thousands times
Robotic mechanical skeletal beings

And if you asked me, ya know--through a text message:
"What do you wanna do, dude?"
I wanna have influence in this short life.
So I put the phone down
And meet you for a cocktail at 5pm.
Dec 2014 · 708
Yards IPA
OnwardFlame Dec 2014
Cotton candy mouthes
Pressure on my face, he knows
All the right moves
Watch it crawl, its tiny heart pulses
In my hands
In my hands.
Creeping but worth eating
Tongues and crisp wings, they disappear

But you tell me, "Don't go. Not yet."
But I go, and I will go
Because my wings
They weren't meant for taste.

Dragon lips and red coated lust
Hearing sighs and promises of another time
But I see puppets cascading all around
Why do we ever have to frown?

But whether arms are pinned down
Or notes are left behind
Ripping again through my mind.
Dusty Dior and Epsom salt
Lets act like Charlize Theron in gold
Or that chick from Hocus Pocus
Nothing better than a fleeting moment.

I need another cup of coffee.
OnwardFlame Dec 2014
My avocados are mine to eat
2. I wake up in the morning for me
3. I see photos of you and don't know who that is
4. I dress how I want to dress
5. I do not look around for you anymore

6. I wince when someone looks like you
7. I hate stand up comedians
8. My hair is long
9. I did not stop at 5
10. I have muscle

11. I try to be the best I can be
12. I practice and cope with the monster
13. Your name no longer pops up on my phone
14. No one makes plans or promises to me they cannot and will not keep

15. I do not toss and turn waiting for my phone to ring at 4am
16. I am so ****** and free
17. I do not go yell your name or chase you down the streets
18. I do not feel threatened by your reputation
19. I do not hate the women you use to sleep with
20.  What you do or say has no effect on me

21. You left without saying goodbye and I am learning to be okay with it
22. I spend time with my friends
23. I put on make up and get dressed up, for me
24. I listen and watch whatever I want
25. When I ask a guy to stay, they stay

26. Art.
27. I am a better listener, but boy I have so many stories to tell
28. I do not walk around only to feel lost
29. I do not pay to keep you well and alive.
30. I am worthy of love.
Dec 2014 · 3.2k
Polluted Lipstick
OnwardFlame Dec 2014
You would know the inviting poison just from looking across the shining street,  
Its true my red lips and eyes long for so much, and everyone whispers
“Its all in the red lipstick”
Coffee mugs, rolled papers, lollipops, and whiskey bottles
Stained with the pleasure
Kiss my mouth and I will leave my stain.

Ruffled bed sheets and expressive faces, loved forever and full of  our bodies stain
Look for my friends with cardigans and hats, they escort me giggling on the street
Our floating and intoxicated theatre talk, full of pleasure
I will go home at night after talking myself into a frenzy just to hope you come to give me your whispers
Say things you shouldn’t: “I can see it. Images of cribs and baby bottles.”
Wrapped in a currently unreachable fantasy, but all we can say is its in the lipstick

So Paint my face and I will wear my pearls for you, my mouth gleaming with lipstick
And I know we will both be poor but we cannot run from the stain
That our alcoholic bottles
Will never fill. But I know you,  you will walk through the street
You make me want so much and I will give you all my vulnerable whispers
And though its true I may be a handful, I love to see your sly smile of pleasure

For when you hold my face in your hands, oh what pleasure
And my lips will be smeared with red lipstick
But no, it won’t matter because I still hear those whiskey whispers
Please leave a good stain
Because my heart, its true it resides on the street
It could be stomped on like empty beer bottles

But this love potion concocted of glass bottles
Through my dancing, cooking, and flirting—I just want to see you feel pleasure
And this city, its true it will eat up our liver, with ***** Broad Street
So I will laugh my loudest laugh when I see your lips covered with my lipstick
And I will be glad to leave you with my colossal stain
For in the morning and in the night I still hear my past’s Southern whispers

But running only towards your whispers
Reinventing myself with poisonous bottles
Look at the rose colored stain
I know you see into this moon of pleasure
Within me my soul is covered with Marilyn Monroe’s lipstick
Longing, such longing, but we reside to our auditioning on this city’s street

Filling our lungs up with dramatic pleasure
I will cover the theatrical current like my lipstick
To only walk forward in the beautiful polluted street.
Dec 2014 · 442
The Paradox of Yelena
OnwardFlame Dec 2014
The waves, I see them all encompassing me now
My tail—the green scales, look out
Won’t you look out?
I might surprise you.
Look out.
All my life I whispered to myself,
One day I’ll fly away.
Alabama sunrises, pool tables, and whiskey kisses.
Look out
Because one day I’ll fly away.
Sitting in the black box theatre
Quietly, just quietly now
Tears fall away?
One day.
Wings will spread so look out
Time, hours, and ticking clocks
Echo that my maidenhead should be wed.
But going forth, I went and recited lines
In front of judges
That’s the life I have signed up for.
Unafraid, unsure how to repeat Shakespeare’s depth.
Just look out though.
For I will surprise you, my tail and I
As we jump, fly, and soar through the muddy ocean.
Philadelphia, you swept me up like a lost little girl.
I remember my jet black hair
And large innocent southern eyes
So much. So much.
Constant escalators, smokers, talkers, and homeless begging for a bite
A bite.
I looked around wondering
Who can I hold onto?
Who will take care of me?
Take care of me.
Wont you please take care of me.
Watch, watch me now.

My acting teacher asked me to become a snake.
I hissed and crawled, my eyes taunting
This is the life I signed up for.
Such beauty and fear in it all.
I soon fell, fell into a boy I hoped would lift me up
Leaving southern society and past loves behind
I hoped a northerner would set me up right.
Dishes thrown on the floor, screaming violence
Everyone’s watching
Can’t you see
All the actors are watching
The audience cannot cover their eyes.
I covered my eyes.
I ran around bars that summer
Sensuality in the air.
Returning to Philadelphia for the 3rd year
Letting go of the past
Walking away from the violence
Ready to embrace it all.
Soon again, whisked away through whiskey
And the smell of your cigarettes
You were supposed to mean nothing to me.
“The blood of water nymphs courses through your veins”
Pulling back the branches, trying to find myself through the faces of men
Lone little southern girl needs her hand held
Lone little girl
Look out, she might just surprise you.
From one man’s lap to another.
Tell me who I ought to be.
Love, the love we shared
We might as well have been on different planets
But the smoke clouds and intense love that surrounded us
We tried to brave the audience
But I slipped away.
Slipping, diving, into being the brave woman.

Brave Woman.
Legs intertwined with
The cities wind
Snow drifts down and falls into my eyes
Unafraid of what could be.
Will I cross paths with him today?
Wonderful.
You are wonderful.
He whispered that to me
And though we do not utter sounds
It will remain always.
And just when I think—my wings are out?
A bonnet on my head, a large white wedding dress
And toothless grins, I am surrounded by them
But watching it all disappear like smoke, he too disappears.
Bohemian lover.
I had to wash you away this time.
I see this moment replaying in my mind
The summer night’s sky
Wanting nothing more than to surround myself with you
But now, it’s the coldest winter I’ve ever known
But I walk through it
My eyes wide with bravery.
No longer running after care
To be taken care of.
You must love yourself.
Put yourself first.

My tail, I see it glide and glimmer
And fat mermaids, they swim around me
Their multi-colored dreadlocks
Whisper “be sensual, be free”
And in this city, this city I dove into
All on my own.
Look out, she might just surprise you.
Its true, my parents worry
“Be safe out there.”
Safety
Guns held to faces
Money dropped on the street
If only we could all save one another
But gliding like the night
Swans take flight all around me
And this time I won’t hesitate
This time you will have to look out
Shields down, throw the bread in the air
And the swans and I
We will all graze together
In one terrifying troupe
And we all know it,
Our beaks they will retract with anger
And we might start to bite those that harm us
Sharpness and poison in such beauty
But fear not,
The swans and I
Swaying, looming, dancing
We will keep the beast at bay.
Leave it for the stage.
He said to me the night I made human mistakes:
“What was I supposed to tell them, she was doing a scene’?”
But here we are now.
Staring at the face of my beautiful black haired best friend
“Atleast we know we are better people because of it. We can someday find what’s good for us.”
And I will smile my sly smile, as her words become recorded here.
But I won’t bite, I promise love I won’t bite
And I will see the dancers with heavy hands—they cannot even hold them up.
But with their heavy hands, they come slithering towards me
Trying to push and fight me off
Blame yourself, it’s your fault.
Shove, push, that’s all you did.
Acting and not acting.
But their heavy hands, I know it now
They will fall to the floor with them
And with careful and steady glimmering eyes
I will take a look at the “scene” before me
Heavy handed ballerinas
They lay on the ground like shattered skeletons.
No longer needing my hand held.
Wings, sharp beak, and white beauty
Transformation.
Such a transformation.
Reinventing, crafting, clawing
But at peace.
Convulsing in the most graceful way darling.
Green scales and the ocean still calling my name
Flying above it like the pendulum in the grandfather clock
Of my Alabama home.
We will sound our most elegant sound
For.
For before.
No, only now.
Now.
Staring into the beautiful face of now.
Soaring.
Dec 2014 · 734
#inkme
OnwardFlame Dec 2014
Give me a man
With tattoos and lustful lips
And everyone will look at us and say:
Match Made In Hell
That phrase use to mean so much
And now it means so little
But I would do a lot
To drip sweat, as I drink martinis
And fancy things—I simply cannot afford
But a tattooed arm above my head
Lips on lips on lips on lips
Can’t quit.
But I curtsey
Like my
Mama Told Me When I Was Young
Lynyrd Skynard wails
But a man with tattoos
And a bad soul
We will make the music
The night above us
Demands we make
Like an inked vibrating limb.
Dec 2014 · 329
W0man/man
OnwardFlame Dec 2014
Its the wee hours of the morning
And no one is in my bed
I heard this phrase, as I took a ****
And the rain whimpered in my head.
Its supposed to snow, tomorrow
A stranger told me
As I walked a dog that was not my own
And I drank wine and beer tonight
Hearing advice from a friend
That hit me to the bone.

So if he’s the woman
And I’m the man
And its me that longs for ***
But threatens to leave
Because its all I’ve known
What is the combination I need?
And I passed out on my bed
A stranger in my room
Thank God he just wanted
My digits—and left me to my cocoon

I give advice, better than I take my own
But I listen to others
But keep walking forward
And I have no idea what tomorrow brings
And this is the least I have ever been in the Christmas spirit
I think?
But I do nod my head
At who I was, where I was
This time last year/December
And now I say, Fr0sted Leviticus.


A meeting, a chai latte
Notebooks, Christmas shopping
Seeing my friends use the things I got them
Pretending to be my very own ribbon
But I know I will never look the way I did two years ago
Again.
And I don’t want to.
Because something
Has changed, in me.

And I want everything
And I want nothing
Whether its expensive camera equipment
Clothing, jewelry, make up
A man who makes me his world
To be everything.
But to take a step back from that
Acknowledge and embrace what is right now.
Put down your fists, little girl
Only you can set yourself free.

And its hard to free other people
And its hard to let things, work, opportunities go.
But Thank God
What a lesson to learn.
I think of you so little now
I don’t even want to say your pseudonym
But I endure the cold weather
And I have laid in my bed
Warm it up for me, baby, I say
And I fear the green bills
And drunken throw up kisses

But I lay in my bed alone tonight.
The night owl that I am
Thankful for epiphanies
Hopeful for opportunties
Encouraged by change.
Dec 2014 · 479
A Biting Christmas
OnwardFlame Dec 2014
Heres what took so long:
Being okay with letting you go.
Sometimes I will look around
And a flurry of memories wraps around me
Like an anaconda
And it took so long
To be okay with that.
I remember trudging through the snow
How I wanted to go run to the outside of your house
I knew you were wandering around too.
But I looked at my reflection in the city street window

And I stopped myself from running.
And now sometimes
I don’t know if I want to be with such a sensitive man
And people say, but it takes a man to realize that
But I stand still, with energy and stake
Waiting for tomorrow
But I try not to wait
I work out and I want my hips to shrink
I tell myself, lets let whoever bite first
And I may just go home alone
And I do, I find peace with that.

With everything so up in the air
I feel like I have such little say
And it makes it hard to stay
In this city
Where I rank my happiness
A 5
Cold sores, clean laundry, beer I never drank before
Snow flakes drift around me and my sore hips
And I smile at thoughts of older men
And then remind myself not to wear heels
This time, as my smile starts to fade


But sometimes
I have to remind myself to be grateful
And I wish I too, could pretend
Lie, get sympathy from the audience
But I sit at a cafe instead
Because I am sick of living alone.

But
It must have been last year
It hurt
I hurt
And now its a different kind of pain
The pain of waiting to move forward
But staying kind and present
So I do
I try.
Lipstick stained coffee
Counting how many likes you receive on the internet
And these days I try, to look my best
Whoever bites first?
No.
Stop waiting.
I bite into the world
Because I never really did before.
So I bite.

— The End —