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 Jan 2015 Brittle Bird
Skypath
He writes boy on his leg
Etching the letters the world won't understand
Wishing the felt tip pen could
Break the gravestones on his chest
And fill the valley between his legs

He writes boy on his leg
It's a word kept secret in fear
He's a mustang learning his legs
And the world is a pack of vicious wolves
They don't know what to call him
Only he does

He writes boy on his leg
Takes a picture and sends it to the one he knows understands
The flash against his pale skin stark and bright
Like sleepy eyes against fresh snow

He writes boy on his skin
Because he can't write it anywhere else
 Jan 2015 Brittle Bird
Kate Irons
my eyes are still stained red
from every moment you weren't
there for me when I was lost
in my own head
 Jan 2015 Brittle Bird
RC
My favorite time of the day is the majority of six minutes that his attention becomes mine.
He's something I'd love to wrap around myself
and I'd imagine a warm feeling
cooling the burnt edges and rough breaks
easing the incessant aching that has become my life.

Something about the way he talks makes the world dissipate around us
and for once I'm not drowning in myself
but in him.

When he's here there aren't words beating my mind
or feelings strangling me with bloodied fingers
there isn't that urge to burn myself down
and the sense that I'm not okay doesn't exist to him
because I don't let him ask.

I'd much rather spend our time listening to him
and always walking on his right side
because I love to look up at him and see how the sun plays shadows on the creases of his mouth
and the infrequent freckles that play in lines on his cheek
the familiarity of his eyes that tell stories of ever changing blues and greens
how he always tilts his head towards me when we talk.

When he crosses my mind (all too often)
butterflies don't shift and shake
they begin to awaken and tremble delicately
nostalgia creeping in every crevice
and I'm consumed in his essence.

And it's funny because he always tells me about her
but I always ask.
How he's never felt like this and how different everything is.
It hurts me when he speaks of how unsteady they are
upsets me how she won't love him like she should
like I could.

In those six minutes something normal flickers inside me
something reassuring.

Usually in our six minutes I ignore the irony that while he's falling for her
I'm falling for him.
more catharsis. not really any editing, my apologies.
For all the plants that never get the chance to dance in the wind
For the wilted who spill, drinking away their built up sin
To those who choose not to speak in order to avoid disaster again
I dare you, to put down your sword, and pick up a pen

Defenses guarding false pretenses anchored by apprehension
Left my soul suspended in the smog of a ***** dimension
Purging through pores and unlocking my mind's doors
Left me to believe in things I could not accept before.
Eye put on a pair of wings to elevate and see what was really in store

I chose limitless bliss and unending warmth

No longer was life a chore,
implored by something more
lured by an unseen force

and with all three eyes I now adore

..Knowing I am a fractal
could-be casualty
swallowing humanity's vain reality
drowning out the worst in me
cutting all my puppet strings
from the cloud that had power to make me bleed

noticing symphonic synchronicites
I jumped in the river and floated downstream

inhaling sweet oxygen no longer dying to breathe
For when we try to release, we see peace as it comes naturally
we've been searching for tranquility when it exists in you n me.
the modified god with unlimited ability
Yet even the highest high can go blind when we lose the will to dream

I can't be there for each road as it bends
But I know as of late, can't say I've been a good friend.
So with every ounce of love I can extend
I'll meet you down the river, at what seems to be the percieved end.

You will meet an eagle eager to offer you a feather,
dip it in ink.
Write out every single pattern of you weather,
and let it take you to the brink.
The frequencies within and around will astound as you use shears on your own tether,
Faster than you can unconsciously blink.
At last you can relax knowing it gets better forever,
For together we won the right to think.
 Jan 2015 Brittle Bird
Carolin
Let's go on a road trip
and make your body my
map. Explore every mark
on your skin before i turn
the keys in the ignition of
your car and drive far. Let's
dance with our pants off for
fun you can even undo my bra.
Twist and twirl under
the heat of the sun. Sway
with me in front of ocean
bays or chase me in a garden
maze. Then go out for a pizza and beer.Have baby moons
for dinner with me and teach
me Jagger's dance moves
while we sip our wine from
these twisted vines. Cover
my behind in pizza dough then
go out and make angels in
the snow. Drench me in ice-
cream then ill watch you
become indecisive as you
stand in front of me not
knowing where to begin
licking it off my skin or where
to sin. Hold my hand and
roll down hills and skip the
talking about our bills for
a day. Let's stay in and play
with each other maybe even
kiss under the covers while
we listen to Mozart play his
violin. Let's chase bunnies
when the sunsets in the
meadows and cover our selves
with tiny shiny red bows. Let's
tangle our limbs when its after
dawn and exchange delicate
kisses on one other starting
from the head and ending at the
toes. Let's name the stars together under the dark night sky before
we make passionate love then
zone off and dream of getting
high , mermaids and astronauts
in outer space.Let's eat peanut
butter and jelly and show off
our bellies. Let's do everything together. Hand in hand we'll
find the courage to do all these
plans. Let's be free you and
me for an eternity* ~
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