Mary: Favorites

Jul 2014 Mary

Turtle Eyes

You are the sweetest person I've ever met
You are the cutest girl I've ever known
You are the most beautiful woman in the world
You are the sexiest woman alive

I am the luckiest man alive! 32

Jul 2014 Mary

growing up

Jul 2014 Mary

starling

growing up

smell of chlorine

smell of safety, of *** education, of climbing fences and

scuffing sneakers on concrete steps and

shedding clothes

smell of boy

floating across from me, staring

at my mouth and my limbs.

It is simple for you to walk here.

It is simpler for me to swim.

you are bumping your feet against dead fireworks

left empty on the pool bottom--

diving underwater to find the unfamiliar shapes,

holding them up

in the light of the still-awake apartment windows

that reflect like fireflies on the ripples we leave—

and I am a runaway teenaged mermaid

finding my legs,

learning how to climb out of the glowing blue and walk

when treading water was so easy.

#summer #adolescence

Jul 2014 Mary

Untitled

Jul 2014 Mary

starling

Untitled

grow me inside a glass dome

warm and safe

hidden away from nightmares,

and acid rain,

and fingers that pry and poke and

wilt my fragile leaves with their heat

grow me inside a jar

that you seal with peach-sticky hands,

and when the juice drips in

I will thrive on the sweetness,

and kiss it back up to you

with my summer-slick mouth

Jul 2014 Mary

I Have

Jul 2014 Mary

Kapil Dev Singh Rawat

I Have

I have heard the call of the Stars.

    I have tasted tears of the Sunrise and held the heart of the Moon.

    I have felt their infinite.

    But I want have

    To feel your smell, to breathe  still.

    To feel your voice, to hear still,

    To feel your sight to,see still,

    To feel you, to love still
    But If I don’t have then

    I still Can Feel You…

    You’re far away,

    but I can feel you.

    You exist in my every breath,

    In every beat of my heart,

    Adding a spectacular sizzle in all the right places.

    Even when I close my eyes,

    I see your face and feel the fire of your caress.

    Your presence is a tangible thing…

    yet as hard to grasp as the air.

    I reach for you, but you elude me.

    Still, I can feel you; the softness of a petal, a warm wind on my cheek, a ray in my vision, a distant light that ever draws me near…

www.kapildsrawat.wordpress.com

Jul 2014 Mary

Watch As The Flames Dance

Jul 2014 Mary

Milyan McKissack

Watch As The Flames Dance

And while I sit here
near the fire
I wonder how the electric
movements of the flames
would feel on my
skin.
Captivating as it dances,
just drawing me in closer.
I guess it's good that I'm not alone right now.
But it's beautiful.
Not the flames,
but the thought of pain.

#poet #sad #depression #fire #want #pain #poems #help #crave

Jul 2014 Mary

Marvel

Jul 2014 Mary

Taylor Webb

Marvel

As children, we wonder
over the subtle vibrations of our voices
traveling through a frayed string
between two empty cans of sweet corn.

We grow up watching spaceships scream across
endless stars, and the stars have names
like Alpha-232 and Gamma-786,
because wiz-kid men in observatories have to be practical.

Our back pockets have the universe on a leash, milliseconds
from genius, because the 4G internet is so **** fast.

There are virtual realities more real than summer grass,
crickets humming on computer screens in winter,
and the voices and faces of the dead swimming on televisions 24/7.

Infinity has never been more fathomable.

 It makes you wonder, when the sun crumbles into dusk
and you’re on the back porch with a cigarette smoked and dying,
how we’ve never managed to engineer a cure
for loneliness.

Jul 2014 Mary

Merlot Lips and Azure Lashes

Jul 2014 Mary

C S Cizek

Merlot Lips and Azure Lashes

She leaned against a telephone pole
grounded in searing concrete. Her white
dress blew in the balmy breeze like
balcony curtains. Her Merlot lips
and azure lashes popped against
her skin. She wore a citrus perfume
to garnish every hip swing and shoulder
roll with a tropical accent. Like a tambourine,
the silver bangles chimed on her left wrist
with every footstep.
Her heels sunk in the veiny tar patches
that criss-crossed each parking space
several times over.

Jul 2014 Mary

Lungs

Jul 2014 Mary

C S Cizek

Lungs

I bent my toes over the tub
like talons on a sunbaked branch
and clenched the curtain
in my gloved hands.

I sprayed Tilex on a scouring
pad and scrubbed the black mold
riddling the ceiling and caulked
edges of the shower like leprosy.

My lungs filled with nitrogen,
oxygen, and argon as well as
sodium hypochlorite and hydroxide,
spores, and mycotoxins.

I staggered backwards, trying
to find solid ground but found
only a dazed, curtain-wrapped
fall to the cold linoleum below.

This has been my morning so far.