"bluntest" poems
Every traitorous thought you harbour
ties a small rock to your ankle
as you tread water in the open ocean.
Every spiteful thought from a family member,
friend, acquaintance, stranger
ties another.
It weighs you down,
of course it would.
You know how to swim,
you know how to float and tread water.
**But that is not what will save you.
Everyone tires eventually.**
You hold a pair of scissors in your hand.
It is slightly blunt,
of course it is.
You've cut your wrists and thighs and stomach,
your worth
so many times.
But even the bluntest of scissors will be helpful
when you're about to drown.
Wear down the string
then leave them behind on the ocean's floors.
It is easier to cut away what weighs you down
than try and pretend it doesn't bother you.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 11:12 PM UTC
I wanted to show the secretarial assistant
the mashup, parody skit of the grumpy cat snoring under a
lampshade
but resisted for the fear she might think me strange
I am very lonely
Yesterday the girl in my team replied my email
with gnawing, jagged words that tapped on my skull
about how my prep materials belong to the basement
shelves of a blank, barren attic
and how the world would be a useful place
only without me
in barbed, lofty italics
that slickly slices open my skin
Perhaps she is correct
for my social life is the bluntest thumbtack in a drawer
like a black hole ******* me into the hollowness at the pit of
my stomach
I sometimes say
"I want to change the world"
but really, if words could ****
all I want is to write poems all day
with my face a moving canvas for animated poems
like razors, stabbing into her black-widow lips
or a hero slamming his fist
handsomely into the villain's chest
as she mouths "you're no good",
once again.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
I wanted him the bluntest way.I
wanted his lips, his hands, his arms. I
wanted him the way the ocean wants the shore, constantly reaching and running back. I wanted him the way rain wants to fall, the way to be read.I wanted him to infinity, to the millionth degree, no amount
of rain could douse the fir I had in me for him.
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 4:35 PM UTC
She explained loving her wouldn't be easy.
He agreed, it would be war.
He held the gun as she handed him the bullets.
He softly sighed as he embraced the blessing of the massacre in front of him.
She ran her fingers through her hair in
distress, grasping the top of her skull.
He looked at her and saw the storm in her eyes.
He knew without question, she was wondering if
she was worth it.
She wanted him in the bluntest way.
She wanted him endlessly, to the millionth degree.
But, there were no words she could find to put together to explain the unworthiness she felt.
Then fell a silence.
He looked into her eyes as he placed his
finger on the trigger.
He loved her.
And to know what he would do for her
terrified him.
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 5:55 AM UTC