Not you, but meNot you, but meI've crossed every stone,A trail through the bay to your heart.Tossed among sunken ships,Just a wreck in your deepest harbor.You're the coral I cut my knee onAnd the salt in its wound.I swam over you at low tide,Should have known not to.Torn at the seam,No comfort in the folds.Just an old towel hanging outOn the porch to dry.I'm a stagnant bay,sand trapped under my tongue.No words to undo.You drew a line as youwalked away from me.Farther and farther,A distant island hidden by the clouds.
homeMy heart is tetheredbetween wrought ironand quick tempersIn the house, a man was waiting:silver skin, sharp chineating the remains with his corbeau mouthMy cloaked heart slips through the gate,and past March, April, Junemy palms are stained with the smell of rust,dust and rotting wood under my tongue,unopened mail behind each ribWhat's heavy will hurt.I took a small boat awayHalf way thereI lost my oars(abandoned)Flung and tossed like a childinto the channel"Are you afraid of what's below?"you're just froth below the horizon.you're just a speck in timeThe dark whale should swallow me whole,but instead I lay my head in the day's end,like resting on warm thighsMy mother's own.
deservethe poisoned branch,I pulled myself up onto see another.now an ant nest in my heartyou stepped in andleft distraught.
By myselfWhen I'm aloneI steal pieces of night.Without another to share,I eat by myself.The meat is spoilt.Only acid in my throat when I wake.
without a goodbyethis is the last time.just empty space and time passingbetween us.I am at the other end of the room,and you have opened all the windowsand doors to let yourself out.
the netI'm rot.Was sliced at the gill,thrown near the rocksunder sun and flies.Flesh exposed, a little girl with no t shirt on.Dead amongst scavengers.lost my armor all scattered likeand soaked into the stone.Swam into the net.Thought it would get me there fast.
KnivesknivesMy life through the glass,a million pieces scattered (splinters in my thumbs)A spectrum (colours of fear)Forced through me like knives.Here, smoke and doubt intersects false light.A journey queued. Where I had begun.This time aloneWhat am I fighting for?
:apart:Home again today.Where there is no relief.Not to slowly kiss.Once here was my love to fall into,now my days are just steep.Tonight I sleep alone.and time did not settle me.
Quiet RebellionQuiet RebellionMine is guts and fire.Pulled from the womb.Scrawled and scattered.The slow soak of regret.The tang of regret,The beast,Criss x crossed,DoubleKnottedDown.This is my burden,Stones drawn of ink.
AutismO să mă găseşti īntr-un colţ al sceneiĪmpăturind porumbei şi guguştiuciDin hārtie igienică,Stoluri,Fiindcă nicicānd nu am jucat măreţĪn roluri.N-o să mă-mbrac īn frac,Īn fum şi oglinziCa să-ţi fac pe placSpunānd replici cuminţi.O să-mi smulg de sub pieleOase şi tendoaneSă mă scufund īn mineDeparte de oameni.
InescapableI grieve for youwith your jaundiced eyesand winter edged heartthat you perceive the worldis as coldas your soulor as emptyas your consciencethe milk of human kindnesscurdles on your lipspreferring bitter bileas your cup of teabase expectationsa justifiable rewarda frozen satisfactionseldom deniedBeware the grim honorof reapingwhat is sownstitched tightlyto your fateinescapable...
if.if you could touch your fingerto the space between my breastsand surrender your thoughtsto the black hole in my head;if you could find my faceamidst a sea of replicasand let me listen to your voiceuntil i submerge in sleep;if you could breathe my namewhile remaining fully clothedand send shivers down my spinewith only the touch of our fingertips;if you could let me complete you,depend on me like a lover shouldand show no shame in who i amthen i will love you with a fervorno other being on this earthcould even imagine.
maturea sheep in wolf's skinjust looking to play with the big boys
Catching WishesYoutalkto thestars like theyknow what you're saying,but I think you've forgotten thestars cannot hear--all your wishes get caught by the moon.
WillYou may thinkyour soulslashed;I assure you,it is but bruised.Your rose petalswill bleach redback to pink;your veinswill sing redback to blue.Your heartpumps rustand iron.That must bewhy your willis so strong.
UserUser.People only want to know me when it's convenient.And I think all this time I've been way too naïve and lenient.It's all about what you can do for them in their time of need.And what words of advice you can give them so they can proceed.You give them strength and a push in the right direction.But now I'm realising it's always been a one-way connection.In order for one to give, the other must take.In order for one to be healed, the other must break.My use to you, is to be used by you.This relationship works as long as I never defy you.I tell you what you want to hear and offer you relief.But when it comes to my problems, you cant offer me a release.When you need me, I disregard all the plans I've got,But when I need you, you fit me in to your allocated time slots.And if I cant solve your life threatening dilemma.You will find someone else who fits in to your agenda.Your probably not even aware of this distasteful trait.You may even refer to me as one of your b
This is IronyI count the passing of days in ashtray soldiers,and stillness in the words of dead poets.We write our secrets on the inside of our lungsand hide truths on the inside of our stanzas,because it’s acceptable to wear hatred on your arms,but vulnerability is a mark of weakness.I have choked down everything: pain and shame and arsenic tranquility,to spew forth such paltry words and call it poetry.A waltz away from thirty eight caliber oblivionwe press back, backbecause death isn’t as romantic as we hoped,and poison is quieter than a gunshot.
you're the coffeepaint by numbers and my writers blockare having sex again. i can't do anythingcreative on my own anymore. we arescattered snapshots, disorganized,not in order, and i'm my own "out of order"sign on a bathroom stall door in a publicwashroom. my clavicles won't let go of my ankles.i sleep in diagonals and wake up with"i-slept-all-wrong" and "i-have-a-stiffness-in-my-neck-and-a-crick-in-my-back."i had intercourse with purity,i used dirt as laundry detergent,i slept with insomnia as my pillow,and this morning i ate my hygienein the shower. tan lines were typewrittenon my cheeks when i wore your uglyfingers. you are the coffee stain ofi-wish-i-didnt-do-that on my teeth.you are the wine stain of i-don't-remember-what-i-did-last-night-but-i-know-it-was-stupidwithout the i-don't-remember part and minusthe wine. let's go fishing and reel in someof that makeup that covers up upper lefthand placements and downright fuckups.my notebook is a room and all the lettersare all t
wolfYou resemblesomeone I once knew.A wolf in the darkpressed against my window again.