Peridot
That's what I'll call you,
The wind lifting the leaves and carrying them on through time .
Gentle.
That's what I'll call you.
Soft spoken yet you sound like a cello,
Im holding onto
Peridot shards in your eyes splinting my thinking.
I brushed my teeth today so sickly,
Coated my teeth in stomach acid,
At the thought of being overbearing and you denying it.
Peridot smirks but peridot muses.
Peridot forgives me for being so ruthless.
What have I got to give to you?
Nothing but a placeholder in time,
Nothing but a spot in universal memory.
You'd live forever in words but it's no more than a pretentious fad.
I lack substance and my mom told me to stifle
And not to give eronate hopes to fictional lovers because I'm instable
"Don't let yourself love and rage when you leave 6 months later"
Peridot you're real
At least I hope you are.
As real as a breath of spring
As real as the glimmering of rivers,
As real as I'd imagine you to be.

I noticed
a girl with scissor earrings on the bus,
What an amusing tiny anecdote ha!
Two more in different intervals reading in their seats...
(lucky bastarrds who get to seat and to read in these hellish buses)
I digress, one was reading Osho and the other a book called "The relic".
I stare,
that's what I do.
Always.
Stare and laugh then wait for reactions.
Lately the amount of green eyes around me have made me unfaithful to the 2% promise.
Also every crystal blue has been painful.
-please don't watch me unless your gaze is lighter than mine-
There's delight to this dull compression.
We leave crying,
we come back jubilant in sorrow.
What generational wander!
I've been staring and deafening myself to the attentions of others,
Thinking every word addressed may as well be a deathwish.
Give up, you don't want to argue with me...at least not today.
I promised myself a 9 blossomed on my skin, as if mold has inherently carved itself into me.
I'm keeping myself awake for that promise now.
Once it's over I'll promise myself some other futile dream.
Life has been...tame.

how may I ever not
sanctify the blood of
woman when it is
the purest form of jubilation
it is life
it is death
it is the catharsis of
crackling generations
of
trillions of souls
so how may I not
sanctify what is most
holy...
what is most splendid
in creation
the blood of woman
moon untainted
ethereal and wild
the blood of woman
may rule on
from the Earth's core
like it did
before.

i laugh
at all the poets they made us learn about in school
then go home...
and become one myself

I
to draw blood
and
let me sing
hollow words
of a
hollow body

II
to reek of havoc
and stain with chaos
I wish your hands
-liquid silver,
would melt and
burn off
my nerves
as you
caress my head

III
silently
all in the flutter
of a moth's wings.
picture me
reincarnated
through your touch
musing & murmuring
this

IV
fragile mind
this
restless time

My swollen lip
I bit it when I was freezing.
That one rib throbbing from underneath me
Yours are moving graciously,
Creasing the skin between the bowed up package of 24-
Ribs wrapped in my clothes since it was hot enough to make summer in my room in this almost November.
I sigh.
Naturally we talk about whatever you'd like to hear from me.
Nothing too personal of course but I'm listening.
*** and boys and *** and boys and the ****** of falling in love with feminine energy.
So innocent is the love of woman I bet we're synching.
I stare at your nose as I blabber about a rethorical woman I'd be afraid to eat out in case I won't satisfy her.
You gleam in confidence discoursing me about it.
The words of woman, the touch of enchantress.
I give up on continuing, ending in something about my self hatred instead of *****.
The earth tremors know I ache to be loved and to love it.
I told you too.
It isn't me, but anonimity that's keeping me so neutral but frantically ******.
"you're so interesting..."
Thanks let's talk about clitoral ******* and prostate training, while I cry about not intending.
While I long to be dreamed about and lusted over.
While I remain bold in my silence.
What a skill to be given.
I bit my lip when it was freezing,
At the thought of ******* some sense into me.