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andrea bush Sep 2010
tossing turning tumbling
these voices in my
head-heart-soul
rip me
tear me
burn me
wound me
scar me
rush me secretly
to some parallel confusion
invasion
conclusion
illusion
a heart in either hand
which to fulfill
which to destroy
take me
wake me
break me
heal me
feel my fear
my love
my hatred
know me
touch me
teach me
reach me
save me
streaming screaming seduction
these voices in my
head-heart-soul
deplore me
restore me
advise me
revise me
take me elusively
to some underground unreality
lucidity
misery
a heart in either hand
which to follow
which to mislead
hate me
love me
leave me
reap me
**** me
take from me
these voices in my
head-heart-soul
andrea bush Sep 2010
modern days
modern lies
you can say it
think it
never never never
write it down
lie truth lie
honesty lies somewhere
sometimes
modern love
modern hate
you can think it
write it
never never never
say it to me
not to me
lust love lust
emotion lies somewhere
sometimes
modern you
modern me
never never never
andrea bush Sep 2010
so it goes, he said, over and again.
and she knew he only said it to remind her
of her own duty dance with death
but she still wished she had never given him that book.
yeah, well, she said, i want to stay
as close to the edge as i can without going over.
yes, he said. big, undreamed-of things –
the people on the edge see them first.
the several excerpts from the works of vonnegut are, obviously, property of kurt vonnegut.
andrea bush Sep 2010
the shape of the air where it meets the sea changes with each passing wave and i cannot find the space that was there just a moment ago that place where i might have just slipped through and made my way to the underbelly of this other world and into the cavern we once explored where we left the map to find our way home that place where we laughed together when you said i could get lost inside my own house and promised never to let go my hand but both of my hands are here with me and very much unaccompanied by either of yours and my mind turns over and over yet cannot figure whether you were pulled away or let me go and watched from below as the shape of the sea changed where it met the air
andrea bush Sep 2010
beside you in this perfect storm
the rain won’t fall but floats
a box of marbles lost in space
lightning frozen like cracks in glass
we cannot breathe for fear
it will all crash down around us
so we suffocate to the sounds of
endless thunder and wonder
if this is how it was supposed to be
andrea bush Sep 2010
whisper the truth
and don’t try to find me
just stay right there where the ground rose up
and swallowed you whole
i promise i will fly away far out to sea
and that girl standing
there
right there
will stay forever
wrapped up in the stories you wanted her to be
andrea bush Sep 2010
i am the night watchman
that creeps and crawls inside your skin
and slithers through your mind
stealing pieces of you to build up pieces of me
…say, that’s a lovely memory there
i think i’ll keep it for my own
and in its place i’ll leave you this…or this…
or…
don’t you ever wonder why you wake up screaming?
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