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Little Bird Feb 2017
I'm still scared of you
Little Bird Feb 2017
A flashlight covers a wide range of subjects
A laser hones in on one
You covered me with your entire body
But you only took my heart
I'm stuck in the darkness
Without you by my side
Why must you be my only source of light?
Little Bird Feb 2017
Once a boy danced,
And danced and danced
To the music of his own heart
He was not particularly skilled or good at all
But he felt joy when he moved his body to any sound in the air
then another boy joined him in his dancing
though they never quite touched
The second boy was aloof in his dancing
His movements never quite as true as the first
He never got too close or too far
Kept the boy's eyes on him enough for him not to look at anything else
As if scared or shrouded in another emotion besides joy
The first boy never stopped dancing
not even when the second boy stopped
stopped and left him alone
He danced and danced and danced
His arms became a blur
His tears leaked and dried
His heart stopped
He kept dancing to no music at all
If you dance to no music, is it really dancing?
  Feb 2017 Little Bird
Logan Gabriel
Did you know?
I have vines growing around my ribs now.
A tree growing in my guts where I used to hold galaxies.
Churning stardust catching between teeth,
Painting my lips.
Seeping out of my skin and into the sink.

I am a book of metaphors and paradox.
I am nothing at all.
I speak you fair with a liars tongue,
All made of silver and moondust.
Easy words.

I am celestial,
And though your starstuff still makes me sick in the mornings,
Picking your shine from my teeth
All your refuse still inside me wretched into the sink.
Though my limbs are scarred with an effort to see my own galaxies
I am through obsessing over celestial souls.

Too many boys and girls with stars in their eyes
Or Saturn's rings around their fingers
Have caught me with lunar promises and magic fallen from careless lips
Like meteor showers.
I'm rid of my stars.

Now I've been planting flowers in my ribs
The vines mingle with a web of forget-me-nots and bleeding hearts
Lavender buds sprouting from old scars
I pass the 3 am itch off as them growing
Learn to ignore it.
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