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Aug 2022 · 394
when in doubt (5w)
Day Aug 2022
was it like you expected?
Jan 2022 · 1.1k
calamity
Day Jan 2022
purge my distal digits with the lick of your flame,
the grieve of your bite
a dash of your poison.
you're good at that.

hopefully then,
after the spate runs clear,
i'll stop itching to trace skin i've never even been allowed to
whisper my touch across.
---

(...)


---
Apr 2021 · 205
you take credit as author
Day Apr 2021
leafing through my pages you found your favorite song
dipped between the lines time and time again ‘til it feels all too familiar
repetition ‘til there’s no more thrill.
placed high on the shelf you’ll remember me as you walk past
a single glance, a pause
a world’s explosion in memories
painted your favorite colors and teased by the sunlight from cracked blinds.
my ledger is torn on accident, tattered by wear
you’ll trace your fingers along my spine as if to get reacquainted
remember the ink you spilled on that one page
a quiver of excitement that i’ll be read anew again.
another stain.
completed history.
a promise not forgotten.
i’ll collect dust here in wait
becoming background in a pile, decorative
lessons and laughter and all the best bits of me quoted by you
like i haven’t already given you everything else.
Apr 2021 · 141
settlers
Day Apr 2021
ship sailed round trip through my fingertips
brittle bones beige on paper too pristine for me
too touched, too unsteady
trampled into common ground
i’ll be fine.
Day Apr 2021
i know not from experience
but from watching it happen
(to others)
Dec 2018 · 1.0k
differences (10w)
Day Dec 2018
lessons you left:
"to be wanted"
and
"to be had"
***

slowly writing again
Day Feb 2018
i think i'll be obsessed with it until it happens:
buried underneath this smile are all the reasons.
if i am not crazy, what am i?
surely you don't think it normal to for someone-
possible for someone-
to live like this.
regardless of how strong
you think me to be, i guarantee you that you aren't accounting for
all the times i've taken damage
with no healer on my team or potions up my sleeve.
condescending interests, those who love me don't love what i do.
i just want them to tell me "good job" and mean it,
i need to know how i'm doing
that i'm doing
that they see me
that i'm good.
i keep giving myself up for life-
not me anymore, doing what i do to keep living,
these methods aren't true to me.
i smile past my fractures and they still frown at me.
i laugh and am extra and they don't know how much i break
just to give to them just to take.
i'm sorry to ask you for so much.
i'm sorry to need you so much.
i'm sorry to be-

obsessed, until it happens.
disgusted with myself,
because last night i jealously wondered
if he was happy now.

if i can be happy, too.
---

i hate
i hate
i hate
i hate
i hate
i hate
i hate
i hate
i hate
i hate
i hate
i hate
i
h a t e
that i feel
t h i s
w a y.
Sep 2017 · 370
dear ares, (10w)
Day Sep 2017
stop sending your son to do Atlas' job.

or else.
----

Sincerely,

One ******* Demi-Goddess
Aug 2017 · 402
pool secrets (10w)
Day Aug 2017
i'm scared i'll never be better than these love poems
---

everyone else is getting better and i'm staying the same
Jun 2017 · 1.3k
"can we start again?"
Day Jun 2017
and so here you stand again,
extending your half-empty
glass and expecting me to fill you up
with the half that i have left of me.
void of complaints,
pressed into the wrong space
(though the right piece)
you knew me once to be the girl that would carry you
on her shoulders in earnest,
a believer in geocentricity
while you investigated other cores.

i guess i'm still a little **** & misshapen.
i guess i signed up to always be partially theirs, somewhere-
a beacon to those behind me,
advantageous and drawn to the vulnerability i bleed,
the healing i do.
"can we start again?
i just appreciate the energy that you
bring back."
---

return to sender: i'm not interested.
Apr 2017 · 384
wanderlust (20w)
Day Apr 2017
my body is a road map
littered with the fingerprints of men who
find somewhere/(one) else to make home
Day Apr 2017
(beep)
do you feel alone on nights like tonight, too?
---

missing makes the heart grow bitter
Dec 2016 · 912
residuals (10w)
Day Dec 2016
i'm just angry that you
made me bitter about love
Dec 2016 · 736
mitigate by drinking
Day Dec 2016
isn't it unfair?

how someone can earn control of the stars in your eyes
and turn them into comets
or supernovas--

huh,
i don't believe in religion, but,
i relented to
you, my God.
---

i'm sick of being sick over you
Day Dec 2016
i'll love you for all eternity, it seems,
carry these memories with me wherever i go,
this love,
but i don't have to drown from it anymore,
burn and ash and rise again, again-

and maybe i'll be my own sun.
because the mornings remain, still.
Dec 2016 · 675
dear stars, (2)
Day Dec 2016
i don't know what to do about this bright-eyed boy
with perfect teeth and banter,
i just know he swore to me he wouldn't be another echo of my past lovers and
promises don't mean much to anyone anymore.
---

i was scared to hurt him
while i should've feared for myself
and i tried, i tried, i tried,
oh, god, i tried.
Dec 2016 · 288
roots (5w)
Day Dec 2016
other people are not home.
Day Nov 2016
you got in the way of my light like
the moon does the sun

but this doesn't feel temporary
anymore
---

grow cold.
Nov 2016 · 558
things father never told me
Day Nov 2016
practice what you preach
be good.
stroke his back when he cries.
don't expect anything but make him your
sun-
and lose it all when the eclipse comes.
---

love is selfish anyways
how could he teach me that?
Day Nov 2016
even though i don't understand,
i've watched him love you hard.

i've felt Olympus shake and i've
created supernovas on his behalf,
steadied my arrows and called out to my galaxies-
but, consistently, he quells me quiet and it's always then that i see it-
the warrior he is demands he doesn't give up on a battle
and Ares has been chasing Aphrodite too long to set a better example and i
hate to say it
but it's alarmingly beautiful.

father may have made a star,
but that lionheart made you a sun.


i have long preached that perfection takes time,
that my mother has a love so pure and perfect set aside for her,
but her heart caught on you.

war is love and love is war -
she has weathered battles in your name and each time i try to end the fight,
lay the final blow
she quiets my furies
with a hand on my chest and music in my ears.

Apollo has been chasing dawn too long to teach the lesson of patience,
but you were her dawn and mornings aren't the same, anymore.

she sings songs of you at daybreak
and i hum songs of war.
she pretends she isn't missing her star.
i try not to miss the sun.
---

Apollo told us from cribs that music heals over even the stormiest of skies,
Ares taught us as children to use our right hooks against any of the earth's discontent,
Aphrodite promised us as teens that one day we'll find her beauty and love triumphs all,

but, as adults, Erebus has blinded us and
Eros seems to have us ****** up.

---

Another collab with the extremely talented jayson m.
Check out his poetry, if you aren't already acquainted with him, because he's definitely my favorite poet.
Nov 2016 · 338
sour (5w)
Day Nov 2016
love isn't "blind"
it's
flawed
---

you'll be surprised by the mountains she'll carry towards eden
and by the pebble that will make her drop it all.

do you love her if you haven't considered
how much disappointment she'll let you draw into her heart before
the day she stops?

(it's today)
Day Nov 2016
so the gods shook their heads
and said
"play with fire if you want to."
---

her best friend drowns while she sets herself aflame
Day Nov 2016
i'll travel to hell and back
if it means keeping a heaven astride you.

with ether and volcanic dust coating my lungs
i swear i'll always smile each time i cough.
---

on fire, or burning
Day Nov 2016
gorge all of your
sorrows at a table for
one.
---

it won't fix you.
my olive branch was chrome-plated.
Day Oct 2016
i teach them to love
for the women after me.
---

"... you're the kind of girl who teaches you how to love the first time around-"
"-but the one they never settle down with?"
"yeah."
"why?"
"because you give it to them. love, i mean. and you give it all. i've seen it. you're the girl their mom will ask about until they propose to whoever. you'll lay the blueprint for how they 'ought to be loved. maybe even the one who got away. you don't give up. but you're too safe. or too good."
"or not good enough."
"you're the kind of girl to fall for while you're young."
"what if i don't want to be anymore?"

---

"honest conversations" series
1/21
Oct 2016 · 372
duérmete
Day Oct 2016
tengo un corazón para dar,
promesas que he hecho a usted que tengo que mantener,
y una voluntad de siempre,
pero a ti no te importa,
y estoy cansado.
---

¿quiere luchar en esta guerra conmigo?
Oct 2016 · 774
clean house (15w)
Day Oct 2016
i clip my wings and preen to silk;
i guess you want me to go.
---
Oct 2016 · 1.3k
Nnorra
Day Oct 2016
green-eyes, dark-hair, sun-smile
i want to protect & learn & build with you.

for your time i'll offer you stars & honeydew
& arms to warm you nightly.
---

Originally the bonus poem to "portland 15(w)".
Oct 2016 · 324
portland (15w)
Day Oct 2016
i'm pretty sure this is it;
every one of my dreams has you in it.
---

This future is ours.
Oct 2016 · 513
honesty pt II
Day Oct 2016
with bones on fire and eyes like haze
i'll remember you, Giza in my stomach's pit and
your calligraphy present beneath blacklight,
forever- i've husked to be your Tut's tomb.
you'll remember how you taunted cumulus clouds to the edge of the earth
and, on your three-hundred, sixty-fifth day of sunlight,
never forget to miss how it cleansed your throat when you inahled.
i'll always remember the places i marked you mine with torment,
you'll only ever remember when you go to the river and it's low.
nostalgia will be the bookkeeper for every dew-drop and sink-trip,
the perfect imprints of my thumbs on your chrome; i hope you
live a life of love,
haunted by every path and groove and maze of the dunes in your dreams, and
know i'll be buckling someone else's
boots for our hike through fog and rain
and it took me forever to stop wishing it was
you.
---

Based on a love story between a Greek Demi-God and a comet (a star-gone-rogue that Apollo made for him).

I don't know the ending yet but I hope it's beautiful for the Demi-God. The comet needs to get it together, before the Demi-God's best friend gets her father's bow.
Day Sep 2016
you feel everything as deeply as you breathe,
but, honey-
---

To the breathless.
Aug 2016 · 322
hopeless hopefuls (10w)
Day Aug 2016
if i got to wake up every morning
beside you.
Day Jul 2016
i've got hollow bones and glass skin
so i know you can see just how much i ache
and pressed between that marrow rests
ink-dipped butterflies and sun-scorched jellies
and we know you can see how they struggle through every tide and hurricane
all for you.
i'm all cracks and fissures, baby,
all smoke-filled lungs and liquor-drowned liver
every depth of dark ocean and sky and mind
and i just need you to let me be your light;
i'll ready the soldiers apollo gave me, each sun in my smile ready to march on for you until
i have none left.
this isn't a burden, but a blessing.
*

Because that's how my love is
Mar 2016 · 733
dear stars,
Day Mar 2016
i don't know what to do about this bright-eyed boy
with perfect teeth and banter,
i just know that he wants me to quiet the echoes of past lovers and
i'm so scared i'll only become another.
---

i don't want to.
please.
Day Mar 2016
i'm missing a home
and it took me too long to realize that foundations aren't lovers or whiskey or blame
but support beams are made of hearts and i manage to take a sledge to every one that i've gotten
windows are gazes that look on me and love and care but i seem to go through life with eyes closed and brows furrowed
i'm missing a home that was once littered with flowers and herbs and safe
crisp lawns and gardens full of welcome and solid ground
who's walls were cemented together with ache and pain but healing and growth
who's patience capped off on high ceilings until i blew the roof in with dynamite expectations and explosive temperament
it once had scars but an eviction notice later & a few months time &, though they still echo under touch if you're searching with gentle fingertips, they've been painted over
and are over and it was a beautiful home then and a beautiful home now and
well- i moved around a lot as a child, i guess i just don't know what it's like to expect to keep a home of my own, but
**** do i know the pain of missing one.
---

i'm gale force winds against shutters that have already fallen off so many times and, as a level 5 hurricane, damage is my middle name
i'll move through life trying to be a breeze or a breath but i kind of feel like i'll never be anymore than this
so i guess what i want to say is congratulations to that home, grown stories already and under construction still but better than it ever was under my occupancy
but i think about it a lot and i wish that welcome mat was worn down by my footprints and my liquor spilled on its carpet, my secrets in its walls
but i understand that we're welcomed under roofs for reasons and removed for others and we can't kick holes into walls and expect them to ever be the same.
your 'private property' sign has been duly noted, months ago in fact
but i've never been homesick like this.
Mar 2016 · 622
cactus flowers
Day Mar 2016
present my roots with sacrifice and i'll grow into the sacrilegious
i only like amber nectars and ***** water, so remember
i'll blame you for the winters that come and rainless summers but
i can be quelled by promise and wanton by touch
and i'm a god and i'm a sun so conditions pay off to the appeased and maybe
doors closed, i'll praise you too
this is rugged and lame and you'll never get anywhere on this path but
rocky and unsure is the way you chose to live anyway so what's another
addition to Your toxic? drown your liver, smother your lungs, let your demons eat their way out of you
from the inside out, claw at your lips,
and watch them infect the ones your love- ****
this life is short and everybody's already huffing and puffing on vapes and
entitlement; give people something to really burn their houses down with.
maybe a waste. maybe i'll rot.
---
this started as a romance poem but i got angry
Dec 2015 · 1.6k
Sunbird (Conclusion)
Day Dec 2015
-

it's winter again and here we are, the same loop that caught me up in
your whirlwind last time now making home between your lungs as your head
rests against my shoulder and your face finds a place to nuzzle against my neck.
i wonder what's different as i watch your hand reach for mine and then i realize it's because
i learned to grow without you and grew without you from one long moon to the other.

-

when i called you a sunbird, i didn't mean a phoenix,
even though i didn't know it then.
see, it's been an entire year and i've learned how to create and swallow flames whole and stomp on
the ashes and even though i'd scattered yours and wished for you to rise
from them before, now i wish i'd dug my heels in a little better and cast them all aside
for good, buried you too far that you wouldn't be able to find me again, dosed and
dosed and dosed until there was nothing left of the scuff-mark under an ocean.

-

maybe i'm just bitter.
and some part of me loves it. it's a vicious part, who's still searching for that other half
and knowing now that it was never in your hands and even if it was, it's been passed off
and i won't find it with you.
great tragedies are written for stages of life, not the makeup of entire stories, and
i'm not about repetition. you already got your chapter.

-

there will be days that i start purely about me and that will end purely about me.
regardless of anything, i vow now, that i will make sure of this.
i will find (an)other boy(s) to sleep beside, just sleep beside, and i will love it and you will
hate it and i will love them. i'll be looking at them like i looked at you and you
will look at your phone each time it buzzes and hope it's me and
i won't even think to text you.
i will be selfish, ******, and karma encourages and assures me so.

-

i was willing to wait eternities.
i was willing to wade lava and tread air and hold my breath until you wanted but you chose to
snip the string that held me to your wrist and now i've found freedom in the sky and i feel
broken and torn and incomplete but infinite and i found all of this without you.
you're too impatient, and you keep wanting to 'prove to' me something you and i both know
doesn't exist. only children get mad for getting back what they'd already given out-
and i'm sorry that i'm not for not wanting to be with you.

-

i wish you didn't love me now.

-

i wish it wasn't so easy not to care.
-

Someone once ended a poem with a quote that said ""Missing" is a part of moving on." (- Unknown)
Just in case any skylarks wanted to know how to remedy this ache. Trust me.
Nov 2015 · 753
liquid fire
Day Nov 2015
you're breathing in, your chest expanding
and i can see the hymn on the tremble of your lips
your eyes are searching mine in a frenzy and i know you saw cinnamon turn into hurricanes
so you're quiet again and i'm relieved and you're protected and i'm free
yesterday you'd wonder if i could feel the butterflies in my stomach-
well, honey, next week when i'm in tennessee i'll wonder if you can still feel the acid burning in your throat
we were never smart about this- i flip and you garble
you sip and i swallow
we weren't made for tomorrow
and i'll be battling morals while my lips press to jack's, watching you watch me
and wondering if it will be evan next or ezra or- oh, who gives a ****, i won't remember their names
it's sick, maybe, but the greatest lesson of barrel and sky is
this won't hurt if you numb it
---

i drink and regret too **** much
Oct 2015 · 380
butter fingers (10w)
Day Oct 2015
i have a way of losing things:
time, minds, love.
Sep 2015 · 820
petals
Day Sep 2015
there's a peace rising
against the horizon and
it bathes the ground in gold-
and i'm breathing in deep
beside you and the air is
lavender-kissed.
i don't know what it is yet
but i'm free and ******* i'm happy
closed chapter
Day May 2015
ares,
wake your son.
tell him the battle will go away if he keeps his eyes
open long enough.
tell him that his mind is his greatest
comrade and enemy,
and that he does not need to know
when which is which just yet; but to
trust himself enough to
live with the consequence of either.

ares,
wake your son.
tell him to find his mother within him,
and not look to you and your plights as a
reflection.
he was born from love and war,
love and war,
and more time was spent in the womb of
the prior; that wars have been
waged for the word,
and resolved by the same.

ares,
wake your son.
remind him that, while the
sun does not revolve around him,
it depends on what he determines his
sun to be.
may he have many
and learn to appreciate them equally.
i am too old to keep making stars.
the sky is full.

ares,
wake your son.
press your thumb to his forehead,
wrap your arm around his shoulder,
he needs to know that he is cared for,
though i cannot understand;
who has he met that has told him otherwise?
touch him only if he asks,
but read his eyes- he is asking.

ares,
wake your son.
the son of war has battled.
tear him from the lip of vulcan,
remind him of the mistakes of troy,
teach him what these men did not have
that he does.
if he does not,
remind him that while he is your seed,
he is the nephew of athena.
promise him he can learn-
he can.

ares,
wake your son.
the son of love is loved.
wake him to remind him he is alive-
poseidon likes to play games,
and he seems to have gotten to his mind.
he has not yet drowned,
and he never will.
****** will bring him up with winds,
it is up to him to fall or ride them.

ares,
wake your son.
he has grieved too long
over battles he has not yet fought
and may never have to.

ares,
wake your son.
***
- apollo
Mar 2015 · 590
i've yet to go to saturn
Day Mar 2015
for you,
suddenly the idea of how different we are sunk in too quick.
you're the moon and i'm the sun and we're
playing a game of tag around a roadblock that
moves around us, so there is no escaping-
this is my life and this is yours,
but i'd spend every night ignoring it
in the palm of your hand.
i'm ready to take endless drives
during light-less skies, cancer
burning between our lips,
tension melted away as you race the speedometer,
your hand tapping my knee to the off-beat of a
song i want you to love as much as
i do, because you're too scared
to hold my hand-
i would, i would,
please let me.

.. you say we can't.
and i want to climb back but
i already fell and
there are no ladders between
space and gravity.
*
(not necessarily written from my perspective)
Day Feb 2015
play with your teeth on the edge of the fence and
bite down too hard,
smash them in, then smile like
'baby, it doesn't hurt'.

play double dutch with my heart strings.
tie them into a rope then double-
knot it around my throat,
i'll admire your craftsmanship (you're an artist, you know).

to dribble your heart on the pavement wasn't my intention and
****, i have good aim but i was never good at
the follow through.
my hands get unsteady when i have to commit.

twine your fingers together and then press,
press, press down until you're numb or broken or
always, you're always that way.
what's the difference? blame me.

i hurt you and i cry about it.
i didn't mean it.
it's tomorrow. we're young.
we forget.

i warned you what this was before it
even began- or maybe i was a
day too late because i love you.
bells ring. there's clarity. i'm bad.

either way, i'm sorry, Bruce Wayne.
we got too serious,
why so serious? distance and destiny
made me into your ******* Joker.
Jan 2015 · 1.6k
Sunbird
Day Jan 2015
-

you took a half of me that i didn't know i'd ever notice was missing the second you looked in my eyes and said my name like you'd always known you'd become my greatest tragedy, because you already read from the script

-

i was drawn in by your devil-may-care grin and blinded by an immediate want to be wanted


i fell in love with the way you forgot to be who you thought people expected you to be when you were with me


and when you were with me ( i could almost swear you loved me, too )

-

maybe my confusion grew on the midnights you'd call me and ask me to come lay with you- just lay with you, like i was the only thing that scared away your demons


or maybe it came about when you pressed tears into my skin on a day that was supposed to be about me but ended up being about you and, honestly, i didn't even care what the day started for


either way,


i would've let every day be about you.

-

you never apologized and, if i have forgiven you for anything else because you make me weak,


i will find a way to never forgive you for that

-

i can assure you no woman will ever learn to cherish you like i did


i'll let you live hypothetically, though-

even if one did, i promise you she'd never be able to care about you like i would have if you'd have let me

-

you birthed the meaning of two words for me in those winter months, words my father prayed i'd never have understood

i can sing songs of unrequited affection better than any skylark

and i'm learning to tack melody to a sonnet about healing better than any plant who's lost their sun

-

i wish i didn't miss you this much
-

""Missing" is a part of moving on." - Unknown

Got rid of any lingering feelings about it. About him. I'm content and I've been content, but people keep expecting me to feel so, there. I felt. I've dusted my hands of it. I want to be done. It's been time to close this chapter.
Jan 2015 · 969
i'd be damned
Day Jan 2015
damnation* is loving the sun while you
are the moon,
refusing to touch Sleep because you'd
rather kiss her cousin,
knowing your words will eventually become
a tourniquet,
and filling your heart up
to the brim with
formaldehyde..

but believe me when i say;
i'd be ****** for you.
Day Dec 2014
There are galaxies in my throat
all named after you.
Nov 2014 · 2.0k
High
Day Nov 2014
I called you about wall portals because
you're the only voice I ever want to hear,
but especially when my senses are heightened and
I feel at one with the world.

I could talk to your voicemail for hours and never get tired,
because I know it will eventually reach you..

.. and I remind you all the time because
I don't want you to forget.

It isn't just about love,
it's about reminding you that,
because I love you,
I'm never going anywhere,
ever.
*

Stop wondering about whether you should chase me away or not.

I'm not ******* going anywhere.
Nov 2014 · 940
L-Words
Day Nov 2014
Learn to touch me without your hands.

Your body is beautiful, but when can I
learn your soul?

I'm ready to be what makes your eyes light up
like the bible, like religion, like
what brings you to your knees..

.. Look, I just want to be your God.

Read over my curves like the Quran,
let your lips echo and repeat my name away from my skin,
breathe thanks under your breath for every time I
lift you up.

Your burdens are mine to shoulder, my
lov-

no. Say it first.

Let lightning strike you down if you don't mean it,
so I pray you do.
Nov 2014 · 788
Reminders
Day Nov 2014
tell me about the callouses on your hands & how i can heal them on my heart.
i want the remnants of them to be found if anyone dared to dust there.
maybe i should stop thinking about you so much;
you come with an auditory label that screams "danger here" & you
sound your alarm every time i feel close,
but i have selective hearing so you're only ever alarming yourself-
i know you're good.
we don't fight for the things we don't love,
& you were birthed from love & war so i know the battles
you pick are worth it,
even the ones you pick against yourself.
this poem began as a declaration that I love you but
you already know that, so let this serve as a reminder instead.
you are fire & i love to be burned,
you are stars & i love to wonder,
you are love & war & you & perfect
& perfect & perfect & perfect & perfect
& you,
so let this serve as a reminder.
*

I don't wanna talk about it, though.
Oct 2014 · 980
We Already Have History
Day Oct 2014
Break your back over
my heart three times &
claim it's body poetry.

Knock on wood & pray
Zeus didn't hear you.

You say you know no better,
but I've seen the malice in your eyes the
moment before our lips touch & I am
afraid; I love it.

Trust you trust you trust you..
Why would you beg I trust you?

You knew from the second you
saw me that you would end up
covering me in kisses the way
lava covered Pompeii
& giddily watch as I suffer when
you leave me to dry.

You are so heartachingly beautiful,
&, as the daughter of Apollo, I am
obligated to let the son of Aphrodite know;
my father was the brightest star
until nineteen years ago.
*
Sorry, Daddy,
I know you told me never to love a man anything like you.
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