someone I once knew.
A wolf in the dark
pressed against my window again.
Not you, but me
Not you, but me
I'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 on
And 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 out
On the porch to dry.
I'm a stagnant bay,
sand trapped under my tongue.
No words to undo.
You drew a line as you
walked away from me.
Farther and farther,
A distant island hidden by the clouds.
My heart is tethered
between wrought iron
and quick tempers
In the house, a man was waiting:
silver skin, sharp chin
eating the remains with his corbeau mouth
My cloaked heart slips through the gate,
and past March, April, June
my palms are stained with the smell of rust,
dust and rotting wood under my tongue,
unopened mail behind each rib
What's heavy will hurt.
I took a small boat away
Half way there
I lost my oars
Flung and tossed like a child
into the channel
"Are you afraid of what's below?"
you're just froth below the horizon.
you're just a speck in time
The dark whale should swallow me whole,
but instead I lay my head in the day's end,
like resting on warm thighs
My mother's own.
the poisoned branch,
I pulled myself up on
to see another.
now an ant nest in my heart
you stepped in and
By myselfWhen I'm alone
I 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 passing
I am at the other end of the room,
and you have opened all the windows
and doors to let yourself out.
the netI'm rot.
Was sliced at the gill,
thrown near the rocks
under sun and flies.
Flesh exposed, a little girl with no t shirt on.
Dead amongst scavengers.
lost my armor all scattered like
and soaked into the stone.
Swam into the net.
Thought it would get me there fast.
My 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 alone
What 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.
you're the coffeepaint by numbers and my writers block
are having sex again. i can't do anything
creative on my own anymore. we are
scattered snapshots, disorganized,
not in order, and i'm my own "out of order"
sign on a bathroom stall door in a public
washroom. 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-
i had intercourse with purity,
i used dirt as laundry detergent,
i slept with insomnia as my pillow,
and this morning i ate my hygiene
in the shower. tan lines were typewritten
on my cheeks when i wore your ugly
fingers. you are the coffee stain of
i-wish-i-didnt-do-that on my teeth.
you are the wine stain of i-don't-remember-
without the i-don't-remember part and minus
the wine. let's go fishing and reel in some
of that makeup that covers up upper left
hand placements and downright fuckups.
my notebook is a room and all the letters
are all t
if.if you could touch your finger
to the space between my breasts
and surrender your thoughts
to the black hole in my head;
if you could find my face
amidst a sea of replicas
and let me listen to your voice
until i submerge in sleep;
if you could breathe my name
while remaining fully clothed
and send shivers down my spine
with only the touch of our fingertips;
if you could let me complete you,
depend on me like a lover should
and show no shame in who i am
then i will love you with a fervor
no other being on this earth
could even imagine.
WillYou may think
I assure you,
it is but bruised.
Your rose petals
will bleach red
back to pink;
will sing red
back to blue.
That must be
why your will
is so strong.
AutismO să mă găseşti īntr-un colţ al scenei
Īmpăturind porumbei şi guguştiuci
Din hārtie igienică,
Fiindcă nicicānd nu am jucat măreţ
N-o să mă-mbrac īn frac,
Īn fum şi oglinzi
Ca să-ţi fac pe plac
Spunānd replici cuminţi.
O să-mi smulg de sub piele
Oase şi tendoane
Să mă scufund īn mine
Departe de oameni.
re: immovable objects and unstoppable forcesthey all say sometimes
we need to swallow our pride,
but let me tell you
that the only time
pride ever fit inside my mouth
was when I was talking about
and darling, I know you are the same;
I can see it
in your eyes,
dark and so defiant,
I can see it in the way
you have never been scared;
and the catch then becomes
letting love grow
between a hurricane and a hard place,
between walls built and broken
around each other,
between wild words and war
so easily waged;
but you and I
could never quite capitalise
and we’re still waiting to see what happens
when you drive into collision
two forces that never learnt
i do with my whole heart butwhat happens to you when
you lay in bed? do you fall
off the mattress? do you fall
asleep? do you fall down
in your dreams? do we fall
in love? do we go upstairs and
have pillow fights until i pass out?
do you watch me sleep
and wonder what's happening to me?
do you dream, in your dream's dream,
that we are floating while the piano plays?
do we kiss in art museums and
watch the fish in aquariums? do you
clutch your notebook that's filled with 65 poems
as tightly as possible to your chest
that it's practically a second shirt? do you ever
have to make yourself get tired so that you dont
have to suffer lying awake, thinking about the past?
do you love glass, but wish you could break it?
do you love love, but wish you could make it?
do you take off your shoes and walk
in the grass? do you think it's beautiful
when expectations backfire, like
a five-year-old boy scraping his knees, but
he just laughs? do you ever wonder why?
do you ever find the reasons
in your cat scratches? do our h
Happy Birthday GerardAt 30 years gone by so fast,
Your music career is sure to last.
With raven black hair and beautiful hazel eyes,
No one is thinking of your demise.
Your obsessed with revenge, so you wrote the songs,
Killing your loved ones, then bringing them along.
Bullets, Revenge, now The Black Parade,
Your fan base has turned into a brigade!
We'll follow you to the depths of hell and back,
Cheering and singing, we've got your back.
You've saved so many lives, made so many cry,
But in a good way, You've shown us we don't have to die.
You want to change the world, impact lives,
You've done it, Gerard. You've made the ties.
You've travelled the world singing out your heart,
To all these little fan girls who've "loved you from the start."
They think your just a trend, one who'll soon pass,
But I tell you Gerard, your surely here to last.
Your NOT some stupid trend, your a man with power!
And you become stronger with every waking hour!
You love us all, you dont want us to die.
You say so in your songs w
...what's the point of china, if it
never gets used. just sits on
the shelf, collecting dust.
that's all were good for
then we break.
[i'd pour you a cup of tea right now,
but it's really poison .]
to a point
this is very american,
going back to the street,
to the sooty-eyed women
strangled in the trees.
at least life
can be stripped of wives
and the thing we see in scratched, public glass
is our only self,
goggling on eyestalks
arranged in a starched collar.
there are numbers i might arrange to look like words
like immense, smacking, biblical tirades
skinned into old papers
yellow gamy streaks
to break your skull and penance.