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Deana Luna Jan 2016
the remedy -
a soft tank filled with
specs of mica
i promised healing but there
is more salt than sorry
3 years for nothing is what i
have tried to tell myself.

he opened the car door
drove down black ice
quicker like my mouth was
hanging open
scooping up the danger
on my tongue

i am always looking back
i want to be in it.
Deana Luna Jan 2016
ode to an Ice Queen

yes you are powerful and they all know it.

now please put down your knife and shut your eyes

i promise it will all feel lighter in the morning.

i know who you are. i can see right through you.
Deana Luna May 2014
i feel i feel i fell
a stern believing
in you in you in you
for me to be

Something something something
i just have to battle
will you will you will you
fall off
Deana Luna Jun 2013
I wanted them too-
the nightmares

what are you punishing yourself for?

Everything.
Deana Luna Nov 2012
I know I'll be back, cause there's no other choice, I know I was a fool to let you go,
I was a fool to think that I could sleep a wink on this empty bed by myself.
Deana Luna Apr 2016
the remedy -
i promised healing but there
is more salt than sorry
tank filled with
specs of mica
black ice
quicker like my mouth
hanging open
scooping up the danger on my tongue

i want to be in it.
Deana Luna Dec 2014
i am the moon they call me moon i am the moon a fallen star will burn through me and i will shine through the night lighting your path until dawn i am the moon always lit always lit always on
in which we are never one.
Deana Luna Jun 2014
pick me up
trigger me
allowance of water droplets coming from the axis
at its worst i didn’t want anyone touching me
****** me ironic
manifesting itself in my body
pick me up i really just want
over this
my past
i let him and he did
holding me panicked
held me with my arms around his neck and my legs in his arms like a little monkey kid
i was beautiful and he loved me
recovery steps
Deana Luna Jul 2015
i like the taste of insect repellent on your skin.
i like the physical proof of your bitter, your sour, your sad.
sweat beads tremble at the tips of the hairs on your legs
i want to feel you like dew drops
and i am a flower.
gently with you at the break of dawn i wake with little droplets falling down my lips.

i want you, something sticky-
running down down my body
abundant and warm.
how i’ve loved breathing you in.
Deana Luna Sep 2013
I think trees.
they are stable yet they break, and with that, they ****.
they will hold up a building//\
until a strong wind comes and pushes its stability. the stable ground it relied on.

I think sky.
strong, stubborn, constant.
yet so often it cracks.
have you heard a thunderstorm?
felt the vibration in your bones.
have you seen the lightning?
sometimes it gets to be too much.
to absorb all the hopes of naive girls
wishing away loneliness.
sometimes the scissors make an appearance.
huge ****** light streaks across the vastness
bringing with each strike relief

je pense à l'amour.
mais c'est le moins permanente de tous.

everything i rely on is a falsity. every stableness is a lie.

i can sit at the level of the tree tops
but don't let me get any higher
that is where i'll fall.
Deana Luna Nov 2014
if i am a river

then i want all my curves to reach you
lap at your sides
gentle awakening in the midst of mist

if i am a river

then he is a tree
strong and wielding
empty with the insects that have devoured—
tiny memento-filled mites digging little holes
within
his
demeanor.

i got stuck on the idea that forever with you meant
hearing your body calling
my person.

and i have never thought of arson
but i’ve got a mind to set you aflame.

i told my crystals your name.
Deana Luna Jan 2014
i've got this lump in my throat filled with all the things i want to say
i've got fire at my heels begging me to run faster in the other direction
and in this direction
in every direction. i've got fire at my heels. snapping at my heels.
go go go
i've got strings attached to my limbs
the trees are pulling me along their paths
pulling me up and apart and sinking me down heavy with their roots
up//up//down

i've got potential, i promise.
but let's forget.

start (over)

back again i need to go
endlessly night and day

when the sun and moon are out at the same time
think about me most in those times
there are strings that pull me in both directions
they pull me apart
to you and away
Deana Luna Apr 2014
she is comforting herself can’t you see that.
the way she lies on his chest listens to his heart beat slower slower after fast.
i simply speak what is on my mind why do you love me because because starry moon child you are made up of all the things i cannot grasp.
the way he bends she bends loud bubbling *** noisier and higher pitched keep it down shhh don’t wake the neighbors.
the way she gasps he gasps look what you did
is that from last time or this time
last and the other one from now
let me see the marks that were made no wonder she never stayed.

red. as the lips you have touched. the remedies on my tongue. the stains on my toweled thighs. the handprints on my ***. the hearts above my head.

his head will lie between her thighs. his hands will find their way back to gripping hips. leaving the marks. her back will remember its familiar curve.

why do you love me?
i wasn’t expecting that question.
there are always too many people jumbled up in my poems
Deana Luna Jul 2013
i am faulty
the toy that gets thrown out
during the factory checks
the one that gets put in the back row
i am a little bruised
(i will not lie to you)
(although i do not doubt
you can already tell)
a little broken
i am overemotional
i get so upset at the world sometimes
and begin to despise
everything that i am
sometimes.
.sometimes.
but i promise i will care for
you stronger and harder
than anyone has
before.
i promise to look at each
bruise you have on your body
and ask about it
and listen if you want to talk
and be okay if you don't want to

i will not ignore your broken pieces
i will not ignore your broken pieces
Deana Luna Sep 2013
we feel everything
the most bitter
to the sweetest
take it with my
medicine that i
won't take.

should not could not
turn off the light
turn on the lava lamp
make my world pink
continue to feel everything darling
because we are nothing without
our passion
nothing without our hungry eyes
our starving lips

oh my god i really…
really what, my dear?
want to jump into a pile of
snow to simmer down?
cold shower? or just a pair of hands upon your head

i will pull your hair. i will soothe you.
Deana Luna Apr 2014
the last time seen
and the repercussions of actions untold
shirts reworn for the scent they hold
when you held me
both arms dangling at my sides
completely trusting distanced from it
the last time seen
and the last time touched
he saw me with bows in my hair
sea foam eyes and languid lies
indulgent

tell me again that i get everything i want.
Deana Luna Oct 2013
je ne sais pas quoi dire, mais.

bon.

je suis ouverte. je suis là. je suis morte.

je suis qui je suis, et vous ne me comprenez pas. alors... merde.

__
translated:

I don't know what to say but.

ok.

I am open. I am here. I am dead.

I am who I am, and you all do not understand me. so... ****.
Deana Luna Mar 2014
Take care of them.
Keep them safe from harm.
From me. Not easy. Handful.
You’re a lot.
I know.

Kiss and think of when we kissed. Kiss and feel full. Feel sated. Do not ask for more. Do not ask for seconds. Let a kiss be just that: a sweet offering tasted in the night.
Hold my shakes and think of when you held my shakes.

******* angers me. Over confidant. I know. I know. Everything. All about me my lips eyes mouth where they belong where he places them.

****** and chucker. Check.
Stubborn little girl with apparently more power than she thought. Tired of dragging a runaway bag on her shoulders.

Settle down, my dear. And we will figure this out in time.
Deana Luna Aug 2011
Black knife, through my heart
Poisoning me slowly; vein by vein, ventricle by ventricle
Your black venom takes me over like the sweet taste of iced lemonade on a hot summer's day.
You kissed me, then left me in the street.
You touched me, then left me here to weep.
Deana Luna May 2014
little chicken. chickadee. flown. flying. grabbed between the talons of an alternate state of consciousness.

taken. observed.

not a piece. not my own.

her little chicken. kuritza. maya charoshaya kuritza. koshka.

soft safety scratches. reminders of a care(free)less childhood.
Deana Luna Apr 2013
smile and grin and bear it because no one
no
one
wants to see you cry.

to stay or to leave or to cry or to sleep
i should sleep
too many hours thinking
about things
that
will
never
be. could they be could they be daaadddyyyyyyy

but i'm a dreamer and i see butterflies in your burns
and i see halos in your hurt
am i lying
i'm not
very good at
that.

**** daddy with a tight grip around my
neck your
neck purple is an offensive color
yet we both wear it
so well.

smearing lust across your thighs and
slapping pink across my skin it's my color
can't you tell sweet babe can't you tell
pink is my color
can't you
tell
sweet
baby darlin

in you i trust
we have more than lust

oh and
mr king


am i in trouble for my attitude?
Deana Luna Apr 2013
I never eat when I'm interested in someone new.
Need to impress them.
I'm a doll!
See no imperfections.
I have none.
Until I do.
Have to keep this façade
until you find them
and don't want me
anymore.

I don't need food.
I'm losing weight.
You'll see.
Please keep me on your shelf.
And you'll see no more of me.
There will be nothing left.
And I will be happy.
And I will be dead.
Deana Luna Nov 2014
a final memorial to the tired heart.
the weary, out-of-breath soul.
a final memorial to the love that is real but needs to be put to rest.
resting underneath floral sheets is the sweetness of you.
the image that is left, at least.
nestled under the cold blanket of winter impending is the grandeur of our erasure.
and every time i get ready to incinerate the loving bones of what we were, you remind me of timelines and ties and i regret letting go.
when i am ready to tuck you away on a shelf in my closet, you blow the dust off empty promises and i pick you up again.
the toy that is played with another day.
and for once, you are not the toy in the situation, but instead, the greedy grasp of a spoiled child with too many choices for play.
and too often, i find i am the last to be picked.
Deana Luna May 2014
the glorification of the city
as if in its midst we can find some hidden truth through the smoggy abyss of lost humans
that we. you. lonely tired bags under your money maker eyes broken in this way and that. and i. crumpled arms insecure cryer
//let me keep this to myself.
Deana Luna Apr 2015
lipstick gripped in my pocket like a razor blade
i wear heavy layers to keep you away
so that even if we kiss you will not smudge away enough to feel me bare.
from the grand archive of sadness of winter
Deana Luna Jun 2014
i am beginning to feel the spring in my fingers
i wake up and they do little dances in my hair
grab and pull me out of bed
***** on my silly little head
pull up my lips into a smile

i feel renewal in my teeth with each crunch chew taste of greens
someone told me about zucchinis and platonic queer lovers
and i could only think of your onion hair slowly peeled by my hands
and your tomato red cheeks blushing harder as i speak
to you in memories with frightened big eyes

and oh

would you be mine?
Deana Luna Nov 2012
I miss the sound

Of the insecure raindrops

Nuzzling up against the

Comforting roof.
Deana Luna Jul 2015
you held me like catastrophe. afraid to let your arms fall away from my chest.
i held you like i knew what i was doing.

i will sing you the saddest song you’ve ever heard and you can smile softly through tears, reveling in your love for a sad girl.
i am a tragedy. a melodrama.
but we are acoustic devendra banhart songs at dusk. the sweet orange wind softly brushing against your windows//against our cheeks.

borrowed lipstick kisses flower at the roots of your legs. i bloom between the spaces of your sighs and whisper to each curve of your mouth.
i can write a love letter to each breath you take.

i know you want me vigorous. i know you love me insatiable. and i want you like i know what i’m doing. i want you like i’m much older and wiser. i want you like i’m not a quick kid.

your drinks are always too bitter. you say you fell in love with me for my smoke and flowers.
Deana Luna Nov 2012
Low fat love
Sugar free passion
Tricks my brain
Into thinking we actually had something
Deana Luna May 2013
I'll make you forget about your apathy
sparkly temptress
I keep my magic wand in my secret drawer.

Are you burning for me yet?

Can you feel the ache spreading in your belly
moving down your thighs
reaching the tips of your lips mouthing silent profanities

Oh baby, you can't hide
I see you

I still feel your skin humming with desire beneath my fingertips.
Deana Luna Feb 2014
wreck me (can you do it)
you have full permission to destroy me completely. (fight against me. fight me. ******* FIGHT.>/..,’]]\
die-hard, sweet tongued, soft eyed, lover boy.—> wreck me.

i know you want to.

wreck the soft peachiness of my cheeks
down to my painted pink toenails.
paint my body red with destruction
purple with bruises
pink with smacks and slaps
lines across my neck
open crime scene — worst i’ve ever seen — poor girl
never had a chance, did she

-got/get angry-
are you angry with me? are you livid?
make me feel it, darling.
powerful structures of pain
pleasurable absence
structureless abuse
heaving

wreck me.
rip out my tattoo heart/make me into art.
Deana Luna Dec 2013
catch me like a fish
everlasting supplier of light rays-
warming the soul like a cup of hot tea on a sleepy sunday afternoon
- melancholic -

swaying the universe
the mermaids sing in the mornings
mesmerizing the sailors
and i am the singer and the mesmerized

i am free. i am free from the ropes. free from the chains of a dreary existence. i can feel it i can feel it on the tip of my eyelashes with the swells of tears pouring out.
- renewal - - relief -

i am a good girl. listener of tall tales and fantasies. spur of the moment night crawler caller.
i spin a beautiful web of fantastical clouds. from ropes to cakes.
pick your poison.

i am a bad girl. keeper of secrets. silent truths bundled under creative happiness and weakly disguised love affairs.
- blink and it’s over -

i’ll lie in your lap and watch you write-
spinning fantastical tales of glorious awakenings. new beginnings.-
pull my hair up to attention. i am here. i am wanted. want want grab me.
want//need. clever disguises. silent truths. wispy truths.
childhood pencil marks. pig tail sneakers.

truth drops into heads.
eyes drop onto the floor.
teeth sink into lips.
heart drops into stomach.
limbs fold over limbs and the being falls slowly upon itself.
when i wasn’t mine.
she wanted me more than she could stand. stabbed me with a ******* pencil. made my heart drop into my ******* stomach.
Deana Luna Jul 2011
Why do i spend all my time thinking about you?
Making these stupid poems about you,
Dreaming pointless dreams about you.
Searching the stars for you,
When you are just on the ground, normal, unchanging.

You are unchanging, just like every vacant human being on this earth,
But somehow, your demeanor, your voice changes me.
Somehow. somehow, your skin, your light and your dark, changes me.
For better or worse, who knows, but in me, you give birth
To new ideas and a new meaning.
To new dilemmas in my dreaming.

Twist ending, never saw it coming,
You leave me, but you are stunning.
I can't take my eyes off your beauty,
The never-ending story.

So I sit in my room brooding,
Looking for answers; time consuming.
Homework: never done
My mind keeps a'wandering.
Forever lost in my pondering.
Deana Luna Jun 2013
She is in her moon tonight.
Exhaling the waves and singing love songs. (songs she was taught at a young age and still did not understand)
We haven’t met yet but I wait for her in this moonlight.

I watch her as she washes her
hair in the white beams
and cries tears of loneliness.

Let’s stop writing about the truth— let’s tell of lies.
Let’s escape this place, darlin.
It’s ****** us dry.
Let’s find a new place to thrive.

You’re a hot mess.
I know.
Deana Luna Nov 2014
walks into my heart without a knock.
unhinges the door. rusty bronzed bolts and all.
boasts about embodiment. confidence like a heartbreak.
i see myself through words like wrecked and reactive.
i write him poems across my lips with purple paint. blind heading into battle.
he writes me poems across my thighs with fingernails. a mosaic masterpiece.
Deana Luna May 2015
this is the breakdown of the scrapes on my knees:

a mosquito sang a soft song and laid to sweetly **** on my blood.

i thought they would know i was on their side.

they still ******.

you were shocked.

i was used to it in fact i didn’t even notice while it was happening.

we climbed on slippery rocks and pebbles in the running water.

cold and you tenderly looked at me for answers.

i thought of him and wanted to cry darkly but i couldn’t.

you didn’t understand who i was thinking about neither did he.

i was sitting on a rock the only stable one and thinking about how easily i could let go relax my hands and float off.

i stayed gripping fantasizing.

by the time we reached the shore our knees were red and swollen you wanted to kiss my knees i let you.

i thought you were going to **** the poison from the bites but you just softly kissed and laid down long and white on the cold sand. cold hands cold chest i touched it you smiled deeply.

we drove away from our secret spot and the rain started pouring i had to get out of the car i screamed for you to stop.

you pulled over.

i ran out into the rain it was dumping water everywhere everything was wet i fell to my knees my knees got muddy.

i cried no makeup streamed down my face the river had washed it all away already it was just translucent glass tears cold and tired pouring.

they had been waiting to fall they found a small space next to a graveyard next to DONAGHUE marble tombstones and a jesus statue getting head.

we came home and my knees were ****** bruised and bitten.
Deana Luna Sep 2014
we had a lot to talk about we had a lot to touch about but i could not let you near me
there was a softness in your eyes there was a tenderness that brought out every ounce of moisture in my bones yes i mean there and here too

and when you tell me of grand plans i believe them
and when you take me back to that time i am already there
rhyming and writing and reiterating lullabies once video taped for you as gifts
i ask simple questions to keep my heart in check i feel each pump      pump      pump
you make it pump pump pump pump pump faster pump when you talk of connections and histories and weather in small feely towns that i have slowly attempted to archive

you say: we have been together for forever
you say: i never want us to not love each other
say never want us to be without another
never felt this love with someone other
love sick drawn red crayon waxy imagery
i drip drip like a faucet starts then running
from leaks to waterfalls
i talked about the pools you created but never the oceans
but ******* you create OCEANS
and when i lick my lips i can still taste your emotions
so i walk around tracing circles with my tongue making sure your sweat is not gone
making sure your taste is not gone
and you said you never want to break up again
and i begin to contemplate words like never and forever and again again again

i keep you here, mr. love sick.
feeling each feverish pump you create.
Deana Luna Feb 2013
What's your name?*

What a stupid question to ask.
My name isn't important. What can you do with your hands?
Deana Luna Jul 2011
Don't worry, I'll keep you right here in my little box for safekeeping.
I'll stow you away in my secret hiding place deep in my mind and never take you out until I know it's safe.
You are my little marionette, your strings taught and wary from overuse.
The wood you are made from chipped and abused.

Don't worry, I'll keep you right here in my little box for safekeeping.
You are afraid of the monsters outside, creeping, but I will protect you.
I am brave.
I will defend you from the evil that surrounds everyone and everything and I will keep you safe.
Your little marionette arms hanging by your sides, already prepared for the heartbreak of rejection.

Don't worry, I'll keep you right here in my little box for safekeeping.
You'll never be able to run away because I control your strings.
The strings you could never use to walk on your own.
The strings, only I know how to employ. My fingers toiling with the knots. You are bruised.

Don't worry, I'll keep you right here in my little box for safekeeping.
I swear I will never stray.
This promise will be engrained on my mind, sewn on my heart and tattooed on my fingertips.
You are mine and I will never let you go. Never.
You are mine and I will never let you go. Never.
Deana Luna May 2016
graveyard poetry
likes him to be above her all the time
stripping away the decorative
place a pin on the nightstand
hungry ghosts with night thoughts
musings upon mortality while pushing cobwebs from the feeling
i was
a moonlit,
star-kissed
child of the night
and have been catapulted into the deep ocean
Deana Luna Dec 2013
lengthy
delayed decisions and recognitions from the wasted years. she looks and she does too and they do and he does. they look and try to find my substance. extract the core.
not much talking.
his sits on the floor away from him. turned away from him so he can't see it. and she looks directly at it. melts into my white blood cells//red.
blackandwhite nostalgia under christmas lights. another you. another you was here before. gone like the smoke from our cigarettes. we should stop this. smile and light me.
happy birthday princess. blah blah keeps talking.

these games are no fun. pass me the ***.
Deana Luna Jul 2014
if you look at these eyes i hope you see happy
because that is what i want you to see it is what i am when you look
when you look into my eyes
i hope you do not sense the despair and the fleeing i hope you feel my heart i hope you feel it deep in your soul and in your teeth

i hope i have taken up an adequate space in your brain
i can only imagine how many things are filling it as i write.

my dearest sweets,
you are a ******* **** and if we were in spain in the 18th century, i’d stab you through the heart with a knife carved with flowers and put a red rose on your rotting corpse.

sweet boy,
i want you in the wildest ways. your core. find out how you tick. what makes you tock, dear?
honey. lovely rough faggy doll,
i am all out of ideas here. holding on to sinewy threads and nerves.
i am all out of ideas and i will keep riding along this path until i find my way again.
Deana Luna Aug 2014
you have to put me back now.
there are always better things to come. she taught me that.

honey i want to lick you clean. from stem to seed. roots and all. meaty juicy mess darling i want you in such sick. wicked ways. torturously sordid. crumbly needs.
babe. dreamer. lover. love freak. freaky love affair…
you just can’t make it ! don’t you try !
getting these silly ideas into the brain space you know you never had. chaotic.

blooming inside me are worlds unbeknownst to you. and when i asked you to ask me questions about my trip. my past. my worlds. you lied down and smoked a cigarette.
as if it were a chore. as if loving me was a chore. caring for my lovesick body.
if i knew how to make a tincture of your scents i promise you i’d never see you again.
woke up toiled and troubled in the sweaty scent of you. your *** still staining my lips. my cheeks. my chin. we had a feast.
and went to bed fevered. desiring. crawling in the sweetness of you.
cradled by the idea of you. our next meeting.

i am somewhat apprehensively coming to you with open hands and a heavy heart. you see, there have been all kinds of adventures hidden in the soles of my feet.
but mostly in the tips of my fingers. ***** under my fingernails. worn wanderers.
passed far far into crevices of non reality.
Deana Luna Apr 2014
mood change. swing. poke. pin. press. push. pain. growing tall for me. such a good boy. struggle for control//gives up quick. he knows i know what he wants. gets him off. quick slaps. hush hush right to business. on the floor. his knees. kisses up my thighs. beggar no pride left it at the door. -mine-. for the night. the hour. this minute.

his ******* queen.
the princess is still sleeping.
Deana Luna Oct 2012
I miss feeling so close to someone.
Feeling their skin against mine
Their breath against my neck
Their hair brushing against my shoulder
The long gazes into each other’s eyes
The anticipation of the first kiss
Then the next kiss
Oh the kisses could last for hours
Your breath melting into mine.
I crave the goose bump inducing touch that can only be experienced with someone you love.
I miss it
I miss
it
all.
I'm ready to move on.
Deana Luna Dec 2014
i meld with you like waves and salt
together thrashing onto briny cold beaches
wind whipping against our reddening cheeks sweetened minds
i long to taste the sweat on your neck
i wear you on my skin
honey eyes honey ash honey slow in my bones i move slow i will move slower

i am not so sure as i seem i am not so sure slow----- s l o w d o w n
Deana Luna Oct 2012
You took the part
that once was my heart
so why not take all of me?
Deana Luna Jan 2016
you kiss like a tragic miracle
you are the first.

i want to feel what you name this part
how wet
the same
and
yes i want to drool down your chest
biting big arms like bubblegum
my sweet body.

smeared cake,
sweet pacific.
Deana Luna May 2013
if i don't feel something anything
really ******* soon
i am going
to *******
*******
explode.

quick. light it. breathe. exhale.
feels better. just
keep breathing in
the medicines.
just keep
numbing
your mind.

forget about the past
and forget
about the future
just think about the task at hand.

stashed away in the bottom drawer is the
stash
take it out. open the door. pack. light.
b r e a t h e
~~~~~~ ~
e x h a l e

there. now you can escape.
Deana Luna Dec 2015
i
love at the center
bursting and melting
like chocolate cordials
with irish cream filling
one bite bursting
not out but in
my mouth open and
ready
awaiting
sweetness and cream
sweeties
surrounding lovers
look on
with warm honey eyes
waiting and warm
if love was the center of everything
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