#nb
cuff my lips like the bile
you keep biting your tongue around
wrap up my limbs, painted pink
squeezing out the dissonance
and defiance,
oozing
the lengths you scrape my skin
sting like last week's argument
my throat's too wound to tell you
the soft you won't touch
burns
drenched and tripping over again for every man
who's set me on fire to keep his idea of my form alive
the sear of distaste like apathy
the bones of those who suffocated me with their suffering
don't fit inside this body anymore
i am bursting, every seam a corner to turn
sunlit, anxious, promising
watch me rewrite this flesh
like a salve
watch me reclaim this life
like salvation
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 8:15 PM UTC
I steal love with
the
part of my lips,
the
fall of my chin,
the
reverence in my temples,
//
so I scoff with
my
unblessed prayer,
my
impossible keeper,
my
wretched skin,
my
faultless pleasure,
//
and grace swoons,
puts me back in my place,
mutters sin in my mouth,
tightens grip in my hips,
stokes flame in my skin,
//
threads pain
inside,
weaves mind
inside,
names fear
inside,
makes more
inside,
//
and I am unfeeling of pardon,
unwanting of heaven,
ungoverned by god,
not bothered, on purpose,
not waiting on mercy,
//
and I stand with the evil,
the blind,
the kind,
the pained
and the stained,
and steal love with them,
because
//
we are unneeded by hell.
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 9:00 PM UTC
most of my stories
i have no name for
i cant really express
how a title can change the story
its like a person
with an assigned name
and you expect them
to live that name
for instance, Ashley
she is a fun loving blonde
or brunet, who loves to party
she dresses in ripped jeans and crop tops,
that may be a little too short
Or Jessica
who is the meanest ***** in the school
she wears maxi-skirts
and sparkly tops,
that always accentuate her chest
the stereotypes that live in highschools
strangle everybody
who fits within them
even if they aren't them
Ashley just wants to be called Ash
and wear baggy T-shirts
and sweatpants
Jessica wants to be called Jess
and go by They/them pronouns
People should be able to fit on
where they want
not where they have to
to survive
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 10:36 AM UTC
Unattached narratives
Charlie makes the same face every time they tell a joke they know they probably shouldn’t. They shift their jaw a tiny bit to the left, their eyes to the right. They start to crack a smile, intermittently, but it doesn’t poke through easily. They don’t let anyone know they think they’re funny. But they know. They’ve made this face a lot lately, they seem lighter; they seem fuller. I could watch the same face and hear the same corny joke every day for the rest of my life, and laugh like it was new. I could watch them smile until my eyes burned out. I wanted this to be unattached but I feel their joy in my chest, and I’m so thankful for that. I’m so thankful for this.
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 8:05 PM UTC
A women that is
Intelligent
****
Desirable
My True Love
Has so much to give
A kind heart
Misunderstood by most
Eyes that mesmerize you
Lips that all you want to do is kiss
Snuggle and caress to relax her
Being there for her
At 3am when she can’t sleep
Because she matters to me
I hope she truly believes
I will comfort her
Hold her for as long as needed
Be there for her forever
Because I Love You
Until death do us part
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 7:21 PM UTC