"bloodier" poems - Hello Poetry

you cry like lost toys and dead pets there's nothing you can do about it right now you cry like a small animal with a broken spinal chord you keep whimpering, but it can only heal in time you cry like pressing the skin of your palms into the membranes of your eyes when everything in your head is so cacophonous you want to rub away all the little things you absorb want that your hands could throw out this migraine like a candy wrapper on the sidewalk and if you believe hard enough that it's gone you'll never notice the sugar rush or the comedown so you press your hands to your face as hard as you can and try to pray like a religious person but you were raised christian and american and the ways of believing and hoping and loving that you knew as a child seem insincere now, and hard to speak the language is not truthful everything is what they told you it was not nothing is what they told you it was or everything was always what it was and you or i could've told them that and you think that wrapper might eventually end up in a landfill if you go throwing it carelessly around and sadness taken with too much sugar can be a toxic combination so maybe making the bad things go away is harder than throwing away the wrapper and enjoying the rush maybe the wrapper is somewhere else now you can't get to where you can't hear it crinkle or see it shrivel, but you can still relentlessly feel it getting whittled away by time and weather while steadily melting down bits of you as you pass your heart around gasping inside the icebox until one day you look up and the sun is a bloodier color and your lungs are full of ice like pins freezing inside of you and when seconds before you had oxygen as you begin choking, you think it's amazing how long it seems to have been since you were alive your knuckles are dry from holding on to a rusty ladder wrung even when you want to move so badly and there's nowhere to climb you refuse to jump and you're still trying to figure out how to fall correctly to break the least amount of limbs

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Nov 30, 2013

Nov 30, 2013 at 6:45 PM UTC

xanadu

far off feeling

you cry like lost toys and dead pets there's nothing you can do about it right now you cry like a small animal with a broken spinal chord you keep whimpering, but it can only heal in time you cry like pressing the skin of your palms into the membranes of your eyes when everything in your head is so cacophonous you want to rub away all the little things you absorb want that your hands could throw out this migraine like a candy wrapper on the sidewalk and if you believe hard enough that it's gone you'll never notice the sugar rush or the comedown so you press your hands to your face as hard as you can and try to pray like a religious person but you were raised christian and american and the ways of believing and hoping and loving that you knew as a child seem insincere now, and hard to speak the language is not truthful everything is what they told you it was not nothing is what they told you it was or everything was always what it was and you or i could've told them that and you think that wrapper might eventually end up in a landfill if you go throwing it carelessly around and sadness taken with too much sugar can be a toxic combination so maybe making the bad things go away is harder than throwing away the wrapper and enjoying the rush maybe the wrapper is somewhere else now you can't get to where you can't hear it crinkle or see it shrivel, but you can still relentlessly feel it getting whittled away by time and weather while steadily melting down bits of you as you pass your heart around gasping inside the icebox until one day you look up and the sun is a bloodier color and your lungs are full of ice like pins freezing inside of you and when seconds before you had oxygen as you begin choking, you think it's amazing how long it seems to have been since you were alive your knuckles are dry from holding on to a rusty ladder wrung even when you want to move so badly and there's nowhere to climb you refuse to jump and you're still trying to figure out how to fall correctly to break the least amount of limbs