"slowdance" poems
picture this,
o sons of judah:
arctic shallows, a
shellbeached leviathan cordially extending
an invitation to this
everfast slowdance of heart
throb lust in the
inkwell satisfaction of knowing you bleed
india blue & bone china and the moths that got
into the tent will swallow the naphtha in time;
*there are parts of you that
are never clean.*
yeah isn’t that
wonderful
? mark the few drops of
tequila left & a
heavy sunrise in your
swankissed beechwood
heart;
*there are parts of you that
will not be released.*
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 6:17 PM UTC
I want you to rip the messy sutures from my stitched-up heart and
I want to love you with my chest wide open.
I want the icy air to whisper across my bared arteries and scoop the black from my lungs
I want you to kiss me so hard blood runs down my teeth.
I want to taste the salty crimson on my tongue and know
I am still breathing, that
I still have a pulse.
I want your eyes to burn holes in my skin & the cauterized nerve endings to emit a single sharp scream
I need your sweaty palms to take away the sting.
I want you to wake me from this gray unending dream.
I know meteorites always hit the sun or crash to earth, but
I want our comet to blaze through the night sky for a few bright seconds before the freefall.
I will ignore the craters you'll carve from my bones.
I know
I will end up lying in a hospital bed with skin grafts and bleeding bandages, but
I want the rose-tinged words that will leak from my eyes like saline-tipped blades.
I want to slowdance with cyanide.
I want to tiptoe on a razor-littered sidewalk.
I want to swim with sharks;
I want to dip my hand in fire;
I want a gradual descent from a cliff with a tattered parachute;
I want to toss my heart into your freckled arms.
I want your fingers around my neck before
I realize it.
I want you to destroy me.
I want your smile to eat me alive.
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
Let’s make this our night.
Let’s kick our good habits
and grow our bad ones in neat
rows of dandelions
and ponder what marks
**** from flower.
Let's fill a jar with memories
and dash it against the ground
when it's full so we can play
with them once more.
Let’s empty our brains
like a register full of quarters
chase them along the pavement
and roll them into neat piles
to trade for pennies.
Let’s cut holes in our pockets
and fill them with time
until the last echo of
a tick splits our emptied skulls
and drains out the nothing.
Let's rob a jeweler
and give diamonds to the homeless.
Their babbles are endless
and they've earned something for that.
Let's ink our pens with the clouds
and write odes to the sea
where they meet and watch them turn
orange then red then purple then black
then dissipate with wind.
Let's read tea leaves and palms
like books written by wise
old men with wide smiles
and wider minds.
Let's blow out the city lights,
dance with the stars,
and apologize profusely
for stepping on their toes.
Let's wash our hands with acid
and leave empty fingerprints
on likewise glasses
staining breathless lovers'
heaving antipathy
Let's play to lose
and throw the pieces
about the floor when
our plan goes awry, smiling.
Let's slowdance to anachronisms
while the ether whispers
around and between us and through us,
until it settles in us.
Let's watch the clouds
from atop a sinking city
and marvel at how the water's
lovely this time of year.
Let's fall in love
and drown together
in whichever order
the universe decides.
Let's make this our night
It may be our last.
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 3:17 PM UTC
Acetone
I'm sorry I didn't
quite know what to say
when we were sitting in
the backseat
and your mind was driving you
a million miles away,
I'm sorry he broke your heart,
how dare he take your smile apart?
I know you're coated in pain,
so I'll ask it to
slowdance with my name:
Just tell me where it hurts
and I'll bandage your wounds
with these words,
I'll bury all your rage in my hearse
where my bones will
one day decay.
And I pray no one else will ever
rip you apart
because I love you and
watching you hurt
is the hardest part.
- Crimsyy
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Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 7:41 AM UTC
The truth about me
is that my teeth need to be fixed
but I am too scared of the dentist.
Something about the whiteness of a clinic
and the smell of a previous patient's tongue,
makes me want to wait for dentures.
I am the kind of person,
you could bully and make cry,
to help yourself fit in.
Somewhere between society's rights and wrongs,
I paint my eyes too dark, struggle to smile in photographs
and constantly worry about getting ***** the next time I leave my house.
The truth about me
is that I am paranoid that everyone is lying to me,
that I am a potential alcoholic and my favorite hobby,
is a Russian roulette of self destruct.
I do not understand best friends, brown rice,
or how one cannot shut up about how much weight they need to lose.
The truth about me
is that I don't know how to say "I love you" and mean it.
That every time I try to build a home, it breaks.
I am a breezy sunrise, reeking of bad decisions,
sad memories with happy endings.
The truth is,
I will waltz into your life and make your skin tingle with soft kisses.
I will,
break bottles, kiss your ear, make you cry, make you laugh, run away, hike mountains, **** with your head and slowdance with you, till we mix like oil paints, smiling, and swaying till nothing at all,
exists except our whispers, and the blue-purple air that surrounds us.
Love. I am happiness, chaos and nature
and the truth about me,
is that I am not going to stay
but I promise you,
I will be unforgettable.
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 8:28 PM UTC
remember when we would
slowdance beneath indifferent
stars when you weren't backstroking
through my blood?
yea, me neither.
but that image sure hangs pretty
in a frame, right?
me,
so many questions.
as restless as unbroken bathroom mirrors.
I don't know where this is leading.
there are threads between all that,
I promise.
May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 11:18 PM UTC