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Last night I suffered 90% burns


**** your lips are hot.
 Dec 2012 Ruby Watson
Jon Tobias
I felt like a giant
Holding fireworks in his fists
Fuses burning between my knuckles
I could silence the bang if I wanted to

Inside your chest are bibles
Full of psalms about hunger
And love
And letting go
Psalms about selfless
I want to kiss you like a prayer

******* like a prayer

I am small
And I feel the ground breathe beneath my feet
It is dark

I am a marble with a green cat eye center
Still hot and smooth
The glass blower that made me had asthma
I don’t roll like the rest of them
This dent in my chest
But you decide it is a good place to rest your head

You feel like the ocean
When I am sleeping on a raft
I made from fallen trees and rope
A steady rock just past the wave break
So calm I’m sure I could sail safely
As far as I wanted

I feel like I don’t exist
Like I am unicorn horn glitter
After the slaying
The men who have ground me down
Use me to sell toys to kids
Because glitter makes everything magic

I am magic
Clumsy magic
Like a giant learning sleight of hand
Fireworks in his fists
I could stop the bang if I wanted to

I don’t want to
I am hot glowing color
Falling from the palms of a giant
Whose hands are clouds

Someone has just prevented a car accident
Saved someone’s life
There are fireworks
A celebration

I am rubber kneecaps
For people who collapse
I bounce them back
People who don’t pray anymore
They just keep walking

I feel like a slave song
The simple message
When you sing these words
I can do anything

I feel like a giant

And I want to kiss you like a prayer
That stops someone from dying
 Nov 2012 Ruby Watson
Jordan
I love with words, and give strength with silence, connecting with hearts free of attachment, hatred or violence.

Together we roam here in the ether, playing games as God both student and teacher.

A frivolous but worthwile experiment, hugs and kisses telling me the secret, we are not alone here and never were...it's as if your eyes can speak, telling me to reach within and find my soul. Together as one and one as whole.
My face always lite up.
You smiled, and I smiled,
making my heart skip a beat.
You were the drug I overdosed on,
The toxic air I breathed.
You became my obsession.
I was determined to
make you mine. Every time I
heard or saw you I nearly fainted.
I was sure it was love. I told
you my secrets, and let down
my walls. Now you leave me shattered,
not good enough to even be a friend.
My heart became a doormate, all you
did was walk all over me, and I willingly
let you. And now that you are gone,
I want you, more than ever. I want what
we had...and more.
You are my depression.
I cannot breathe anymore.
My heart beats faintly.
My .smile has been forgotten.
And my face drowned in tears.
I am a drug addict without my
drugs. I am a rose without thorns,
A book without words, a fire missing
a flame. I am broken. I want to
die, because I still love you.
I feel as if I'm falling apart. I'm
all alone, I feel cold. And I feel the
collapse.
To know love one must be willing to know pain
You asked me if I'd like a coffee

I replied

I never drank it before bed

and you replied

then drink it afterwards
Skinny dipping in translucent pools...

as soft
milk white silken foam
laps at naked
limbs

mouth short of breath
makes no attempt
to break free
as lips
salt stained
crack
beneath the pressure


of your kiss.


Arms grasping at life
as legs
entangled by living bonds
drag me down
down
deeper into your sweet embrace

faining death
exhausted
I surface reborn of your love
of your body

once more I gaze into your eyes

skinny dipping in translucent pools

and smile.
Doors keep swinging,
Open, closed;
This body's reeling,
From what it's eyes been showed.

So close those eyes,
Close 'em real tight.
And listen....


Wait....


The doors keep swinging,
Open, closed;
You better keep walking,
Before you're left all alone.

But wait, listen closer,
You can here them all whisper.
As gold, glisten.


The Gypsy
                                The Lover
                                                           ­      The Poet
                                                            ­                                   The Sister

Many more hearts,
Four short of Five score,
Inexactly,
Right behind,
Passing through,

Open doors,


Following you.
 Nov 2012 Ruby Watson
Jon Tobias
Part1
This body is full of worms
Glowing
And moving forever
If I could match their movement
I might know what it means to be still

This body is afraid of rusting
I shave ***** red banjo strings
From the creak in these joints
This body moves like a song
String snap at a high note

I want you to kiss me with your brake lights
Fast enough to snap a knee cap
Reset my gait

This body is falling apart
Like an old Volkswagen in your dad’s front yard
All rust and ***** engine rumble
Even at red lights
We idle like earthquakes

Feels like a bike rider taking up his own lane
In front of you
Makes you nervous
It takes patience
Not to speed up
It takes patience to stay

Part2
She smiles like I am a child
Asking silly questions

Think softly she says

Your body is dust
Swirling in daylight
There is your rust in the soft glow
It is free
And you are alive

You are still like water
A steady current
Your body is fish and worms now
They move and eat
They are free
And they are alive

Your body is a furnace for glass blowers
The men inside make marbles
They are blue
And gold
And green
And warm

Let her hold you awkward now

You are free
And you are alive
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