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i don't care what it does to methis is how it's supposed to be.
people never lie & they never have to say sorry because they
never hurt each other. the thought of bruising someone's ribs to get to their heart never once crosses anyone's mind.
people don't break because of these things, they aren't fragile. they are strong & they know not to be afraid to fall in love.
but this is how it is.
people always lie & their apologies ring hollow more often than they ring true. people are cruel
& they feed off each others souls, they drink in their emotions, sometimes swallowing hearts whole
only to spit them out later. people break too easily & heal too slowly because of these things. they are weak & they know to be afraid to fall in love.
this is how it is & yet
people still fall in love.
they still leave themselves vulnerable, people crack open their chests
broken-winged demonsdon't follow that boy baby girl
he'll only lead you somewhere far away
somewhere the light can't reach & your pretty eyes can't shine
but i know you'll love him anyway,
because you want to fix every broken-winged demon you find
& you'll always find them darling
you'll go chasing after shadows, running head-first into darkness every time
but you won't save them love,
A Simple Beautiful Love"Everything seems to be coming together, but in a very destructive way." Her fingers lightly trace the line of his jaw, & he sighs deeply wondering how he went his whole life without being touched like that & why something so simple felt so good.
"I'm not sure I follow." He whispers softly, his eyes half-closed as her voice lulls him to sleep.
"You know, it’s like everything in my life is changing—so quickly & so drastically. I am losing people that I thought I would have forever. But they don’t need me anymore & in a way, I guess I don’t need them…we don’t need each other because we’ve found out how to survive on our own—or at least how to start surviving in our own ways.”
“Are you even listening?” She pokes him in the side, right under his ribs.
“Ah—Ow! His eyes flutter open & he looks at her, he studies the curve of her cheekbones & how a few strands of ha
You'll Remember MeYou’ll remember me
It might take a while for those three words to sink in, but I know that by the end of this you’re going to be remembering why you forgot me in the first place
I’m not blaming you for going away; I’d like to do the same
Sometimes I feel trapped in my own skin
Sometimes I just want to get in a car and drive, never stopping until I figure out where I’m meant to be
Speaking of where I’m meant to be, I thought I figured it out
And I guess I was mistaken when I thought it was with you
It’s just that when you held me that night, I could’ve sworn it felt like one of those cheesy love stories, you know the one’s that end with the girl and the guy so very much in love sharing a kiss under the stars?
I never believed in that crap
But something about the way your eyes shone in the moonlight made me almost want to
I think it was then that you told me you loved me, and for the first time in a long time I felt safe
all of meyou see there is not much of me left to give
but i’ll give you what’s there because i know that i don’t deserve it, not because i think you do
i’ve wasted so much of myself already
that I don’t think it really matters who gets the rest
Wake UpI swear every morning I wake up not knowing if I can still open my eyes. So I keep them closed, waiting until I’m brave enough to be disappointed by everything I see.
Some days I’m ok.
On the ceiling above my bed, there is a small crack. So small, you can hardly tell it’s even there. But I look for it, every day. Because I know it’s one of the only things in my life that’s right where it’s supposed to be.
You were never there, not when I needed you most.
I wish I would’ve known about people like you. I wish someone would have told me that not everyone is as reliable as you’d like them to be.
It was my fault, I trusted you. I gave you too many pieces of myself that I should’ve kept for someone more worthy.
People tell me I deserve better. But what does that mean? I want to be deserving of the best. Not just a slight step up from what I had. Is that too much to ask?
Then again, maybe what I deserve is just slightly better.
I loved y
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
................written in a frenzy and run-on
and exclamation points
used in rapid succession
words all blurred
so bare bones it's bloody
strung out and on display
in a frightening combination
of paragraphs and stanzas
punctuation gone mad
ellipses my new black
used and abused
then spit out
in gratuitous repetition
there is no word count here
no hearts dotting the i's
just a string of letters
done up in cursive
but not very pretty at all
Five AMPre-dawn darkness again, seething, quiet
A monster hugging the city
How heavy, how suffocating it is
The clock has run down on time for dreaming
A void between night and morning
Ready to swallow everything up
A time for old men's reflections
On love, and loss, and sorrow
Oppressive black sky, you eat everything
But the all-night diner
Where lonely old men sit
Drinking coffee at five AM
QuicksandYou trapped me
Dragged me below the surface
And held me there
You chained me
Put brass around my ankles
And left me struggling
You broke me
Beat me with whips made of hate
And hurt me more
You changed me
Made me who you wanted
And killed me inside
You hid me
Stole me away from the light
And made me blind
You crushed me
Blew my dust in the wind
And danced on my grave
surrounding my body
And now I'm twenty feet under
With no chance of being saved
From Your 'Secret' AdmirerHeaven,
this is not a love letter
I will swear to God,
with a halo on my head
and a hole in my heart.
But the fact is I revere you
more than I have any right to.
After all, we are nothing except
who have awkward conversations.
So why is it that every time the line
falls silent I panic, worrying that your shadow
will make my efforts nothing but a distant memory,
when every word you speak strongly marks my mind?
Simple: I fear having something to lose
and losing the nothing I have. You are
treasure to me, and this note becomes my confession.
Sincerely- I typed this, but I'm sure you'll recognize the handwriting.
Death, Judgment, RebirthLast Time in the ICU
Shadow rats, beady red eyes focused hungrily
Stay still too long and they’ll swarm
Sharp little teeth rending flesh
They know the sick and weak
They can wait
Tenth floor ICU, down with the disease again
He’s resting quietly, the nurse says
She looks like a huge black rat
Does she know what’s happening?
Closing the door
She walks away
Sweet childhood dreams are interrupted
Rats gnawing away at the edges
Toothy little kisses all over
Cleaning, cleansing scurry
Down to the bone
Sentenced to Live
Firelight, poker-faced patchwork man reading aloud
An old but vaguely familiar tome, his tone is somber
Was I one of the wicked? Weren’t we all?
Who can say that they were good?
Sentenced to live yet another life
I cry; I’ve had enough living
I want to sleep forever, leave my shell behind
To crumble to dust, useless, I won’t need it
Every door opens to the same world
Is this hell, then? The onl
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
give me a challenge, give me you.i have grown
the blood in my veins
have become more
than plasma, and i
am now trapped
within my own hollowed-out
this haze of
has to be transitory--
i can't let it be anything
DistemperOh, did you scream?
No, ninety ravens
released from the rack of my ribs
in a ravage of wings
have disquieted the cat.
Oh, an aspirin for my mind
(lay your head in my hand
drink me down, feather-drown)
thin its belly-close blood
uphold the constitution
of my hollow-cast heart.
[Fire the dragon
the fairy waters her way
across the winter]
So stout, so ale,
hold fast, touch bone
Oh, you would rather die
than bring home bad meat.
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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