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 Sep 2018 n0r
grace
stormy waters
 Sep 2018 n0r
grace
i can hear it in the way your voice sounds.

the way you laugh,

the way i can see your smile through the speakers knowing that big heart carries worries and hardships that i will never know.

like quiet refrigerator humming, i can feel the pit of your stomach in mine.

i can see the way the ivy of the ocean spills and rushes around your neck the climbing waters rooting into you.

after the quiet days you will give me a meter and i can feel my heart start running miles, reaching for you,

trying to figure out some way to pick up all of this broken glass so you won’t get cut on the sharp edges.

i’m trying to save this sand that is spilling from my chest into my overflowing hands, so we can build a home together.

trying to bail the water out of the hull of your ship so the salt won’t touch your lips,

because

the ocean is deep and wide and so, so much blue but it isn’t enough to even try
and keep me from you.
i will swim out until im so tired im gasping,

so i can carry you out of the deep, brush the jellyfish from your hair, and whisper to the starfish that have found home in your eyes til they slide away back to their tidepools.

i will kiss the salt away and smother you in fresh water and warm hands to hold.

i know you are sailing in rough waters, the waves beat against my door and it makes me sea sick knowing you’re so far out.

i will turn on the lighthouse and stretch my arms as far as they will go, reaching to pull you back safely to the shoreline,

reaching to bring you home.

 Aug 2018 n0r
laura
the cookie is in the cookie jar
the cookie is now a picture
the cookie monster tries to steal the cookie but

the cookie monster is now a kitchen appliance
loading the cookies into it, and pouring the jar
of pictures out into the sink

the cookie monster wants to scream
but his eyes are now made of cookies
and the stars now descend upon the earth

outside the kitchen window
an old man weeps while his son watches
the cookie sun set upon the hills
"hey laura post a weird poem
 Aug 2018 n0r
laura
maid mode!
 Aug 2018 n0r
laura
I'm a table, I'm a bench
I'm an appliance with many uses
I'm a dead girl in the front seat
of your Cadillac

Was hoping to get dicked down
by your Master Sword but
cell connection's kind of spotty
I'll clean it with my pics because I want to eat

spoiling your paradise
tie me down and school me
make me clean your mess
is this what you want?
 Jul 2018 n0r
Haley Lorish
Wolves
 Jul 2018 n0r
Haley Lorish
Beware of the wolves,
my dear. They're back in my mind,
clawing through my thoughts
 Jul 2018 n0r
Haley Lorish
Although it pains me
you've sure given me something
great to write about
 Jul 2018 n0r
Haley Lorish
my dearest friend, do not be afraid
of the sweet freedom of speech
to let your mind wander
let your words pour
straight from your heart
conduct a symphony of poetry
welcome to a dark, mysterious world
 Jul 2018 n0r
Haley Lorish
Simple
 Jul 2018 n0r
Haley Lorish
Its so simple for
a heart to break in two, yet
laborious to heal.
 Jul 2018 n0r
Haley Lorish
I
warned
you of my
toxicity, begged
you to abandon me,
but you were too far gone
living in ignorance of
our perpetual fate,
absorbed by
a hope
for eternity.
At last you finally see
I stole you, like the others,
****** the life from your heart.
My mind is tainted, owned not by me
but by my godforsaken crewel anxiety.
I never deserved your love, my dear
but you fell for my curse even
when I constantly remind
that my specialty lies  
in the incapability
of ever being
loved
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