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 Sep 2014 Skypath
speakeasied
slam poetry
like the way the shore
struck the tide like a storm
stuck on something they couldn't
seem to form sentences about
because dreams are as fleeting
as yesterday's promises sinking
into excuses that transform into
nothingness consuming the ground
until your poem begins to fade into
the foam that recedes with the words
and the rhyme and the wit and the
prophecy of tomorrow
that began all of it.
 Sep 2014 Skypath
iffath
I

slam poetry as in the way you constantly put me down using words far prettier than flowers

II

slam poetry as in the way you shatter my mind with each and every blow i take and glue it back together with poison-laced sentences

III

slam poetry as in the way i slam the door to your apartment after you say "i love you" like you really mean it

IV

slam poetry as in my mouth crushing your mouth, your lips bruising mine

V

slam poetry as in our love for each other has always been there and the chaos when we're together is too much

VI

slam poetry as in the way your car forced itself around that tree trunk after one too many drinks and one too many kisses

VII

slam poetry as in falling without fear onto a bed made for us at the bottom of the ocean
i made some slam poetry tweets and then this happened
 Sep 2014 Skypath
Faith
Addiction
 Sep 2014 Skypath
Faith
"Stop."
she says as I put the blade to my wrist
but I cannot stop

"Stop."*
she says as I sink my teeth into my thumb again
but I cannot stop

the pain is addicting
but what do you do when it becomes a drug?
Nine months ago yesterday,
you kissed me for the first time
and you playfully asked,
“Aww you like me?”
I tried to hide my blushing cheeks
and sheepish smile
underneath your bed sheets
as I whispered the word “maybe"
“Well, I like you too”
And that was the start
of something wonderful

Six months ago yesterday
we were lying in your bed
and you said,
“I think I might love you”
Little did you know that I
was already head over heels
for you, too
And that was the start
of something magnificent

A year from yesterday
I don’t know
exactly where we’ll be,
But I can only hope
that I’ll still be with you,
and you with me
love notes for my boyfriend xoxo
 Sep 2014 Skypath
BG
I.
a wide open space.
empty.
except for a lone chair.

II.
a large variety of colors.
some yellow.
some blue.
all closed.

III.
the curtains
have been closed
for a while now.
it has solemnly
seen light.

IV.
it has stories
that have never
bothered to be
discovered.

V.
it is not
the stories'
fault.

VI.
the chair
has given up
on the thought
of being accepted.

VII.
the spines of
the books
are wearing away.
not as much from
being old as to
being ignored.

VIII.
there is no electricity.
the lights burned out
a while ago,
and no one bothered
to replace them.

IX.
the floor is shadowless.
it is opening,
but enclosing.

X.
the stories are
lathered
in dust.

XI.
even though
they've been
disregarded,
the paper cuts
just as bad
when it slices
your hand.

XII.
you can hear
the sound of
retreating
footsteps,
too afraid of
what lies inside
the binding.

XIII.
I am left alone.
encased
in the wood
of the bookshelves.
inspired by '13 Ways of Looking at a Blackbird' by Wallace Stevens
Strikingly cold but warmed from inside,
I need none but my heart — that which weathered the tide
Of the sea, having raised the heart rate of my love,
Her vocal chords murmuring some tune from above
As the foam from the waves covered footprints I’d made
In a sharp, full-blown sprint with the intent to save
A form ready to fall whispering, “Can’t save it all,”
As honest as I’d ever seen her.

Jumped after a breath; put my fangs through her neck
Condemned her to a fate more horrific than death
And she whispered her thanks, a smile on her face;
The impact hurt more than it would have, I’d say.
Broken bodies on rocks like the cars of the city;
Crashing water like blood I kept in to keep busy
I smiled, so broken I couldn’t hold back-
T’was the only thing that had remained intact.
 Sep 2014 Skypath
Faith
Wrath/Envy
 Sep 2014 Skypath
Faith
Anger
jealousy
two things that take up the most room in my mind
overpowering any other emotion
who else is looking at you?
who else are you talking to?
who else
why do you give that person more attention
when I'm right here trying to keep my cool
it's a fire I cannot control
I'm sorry I am easily angered, easily jealous
because someone somewhere has something that I don't
someone somewhere gets to see you, hold you, touch you
and I don't
who else is receiving your attention when it should be me?
who else are you saying affectionate things to besides me?
it's not something I'm proud of
ugly thoughts that fill my mind
because you are mine
but you're not

and it makes me
angry
jealous
**a fool
Decided to mash these two together c:
 Sep 2014 Skypath
Faith
desires
 Sep 2014 Skypath
Faith
I want you
All of you
Not just one little smile or the moment of brief eye contact we share

I want your fingers all over me
Memorizing each detail, each scar, each vein that travels through my body
Tell me I'm beautiful although I protest and say I'm not

I want your fire that burns into your eyes
That sly grin that's saved for me that always gives me butterflies
I want your eyes savoring every little bit of me

My lust for you drives me wild, although I can hide it behind a shy smile and girlish giggles
Although I'd love for that fire to consume you and take me
I also want little kisses on the cheek or forehead

Although I want to have you in bed so bad, my love for you isn't limited to ***
I want to know you, to know every little secret your body and mind holds
I want to lie with you in my arms and just count the reasons of why I fell for you

I want all of you
 Sep 2014 Skypath
Aoife Teese
lying on the floor of my bedroom
blowing smoke circles in the air
and the window open to let in
the cold,

i listen to songs that remind me
of you, and use the memories
to keep me warm at night.
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