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- Poetry > Free Versethe organs spoke in three part harmonies while the bible leaves rustled with the wind of singing rea
she told me i was beautiful on the sidewalk, and she cut her hair in the bathroom. he happened to glance and catch my purple stardust - too bad the back window was open and my penlines drifted out in a cloud of nicotine. we wrote on pads of lined paper five inches wide, and bel... - Poetry > Free Verseyour mushroom roots left lumps of scar tissue on the glands that produce sympathy. twining cells, suffocating without eyes, water that does not bear whispers too afraid to be spoken. i asked the moon what the crow gave her, and whether it helped with the shakes. miss had no answer, but i th...
- Poetry > Free Versein her spare time she wrote musicals, ate peas in nutella, and had a difficult time explaining her idea of time travel. she knew exactly how to do it though. she thought her hair was gray, but everyone said it was blond. gray was more romantic, though. in her mind, she was three years old...
- Poetry > Free Versei left my breath under the dirty ice floe and waited for the resin sun to melt the leaf tips, setting free my conception of reality. funny smelling ideas and fresh scabs make for winter reborn, hibernation. imagined angels foretell ozone snow and slowing synapses, a numbed, barely func...
- Poetry > Free Verselet's lie under my bed and count the rusty springs, painting sky pinholes with intertwining breath. with thumb tacks, old books, toys digging into our spines, let's speak of this world and the three beyond, four inside and two beside. i want to coat the inside of your lungs with my ...
- Poetry > Free Versebrush your fingers over these spiderweb bruises and tell me. tell me there are ladybirds between my teeth and butterfly dust behind my ears. trace skin-tight sillymarks, whispering of violin seas, striped paperclips, and fresh blueberry laughter. oxygen plus hydrogen does not equal anything ...
- Poetry > Free Versepaint travesties on the flickering canvas, already stained with starlight and last breaths. rise and fall, heave ho, we're drowning overboard, dancing in our death, winged through the concept of shhgotosleep. applique poetry on a fallen eyelash, wish for the return of the lethargy t...
- Poetry > All Poetryto the faith who convinced me it would be enough, sometimes i worry that if poetry and calcium is a thick enough thread to run through our veins and tie us in pretty, pretty knots, would we live much longer than three? when i touch the rain-drops that glisten down my window, urge the left one on, an...
- Poetry > All Poetrya twinge and the paper bag is crumpling under the water stains. doodle over it with crayons ablaze with eye-searing neon, and forget about the collapse of rome. (imnotprettyimnotiswearimnot) andandand. i ran out of things to say, but i will continue suffocating under words burrowing in...
- Poetry > Free Versefigure the urge to scream is filling the gap left by the absence of madness and leave the husk for the birds. i am raking my nails down corroded phrases of elegance and hidden apathy to show you just exactly what comes of dissimulating. pressing cries and infant's memories through your l...
- Poetry > Free Verseif i told you the moon caves in on itself when you cry, the stars bustle, fixing warm milk and gossiping among themselves, and the sun ducks her head for fear of furthering the insult. if i told you the grassblades bowed their heads in the face of your sorrow, wilting in dried respect, would ...
- Poetry > Free Verseshe was carved from rotten staircases and the gilded pictures frames that hung empty on her wall, like they were waiting for someone worthy enough to fill them. and they said her skin was always bruised, and her words weren't words at all, and she dressed in restlessness. she was mumbles...
- Poetry > Free Versethere was a shuddering of my beliefs and your summer fancy slipped my grasp; and the weathered pages of my book peeled back from the spine, revealing the quickly scrawled secrets of a girl who does not know her name. the way your january fingers tangled in my hair reminded me of warmth that ...
- Poetry > Free Versei. and the way you tore my shoelace limbs in threes and fours made me inhale.sigh. a runny mix of earth and the breath from your fingertips made me gentle again (foryouonly). there was a frantic dash to hide the potter's wheel when the sirin came over. she rapped your knuckles for not...
- Poetry > Free Verseamphigory being your only method of (semi) organized escape, i hope your tickingtimebomb words never refrain from fluttering against the cage you call a chest. bias tape is wrapping my hands to your slowly beating heart, and i think the rhythm is ceasing to be musical. you promised it wasn&#...
- Poetry > Free Versedo you know the feeling, when you scream at the nitrogen, because oxygen isn't important anymore, and the grass-blades are curtsying in their mauve lace skirts at someone you can't see, and your neck is 3.64 feet tall? and shooting stars are only diamonds that the clouds drop for ...
- Poetry > Free VerseInhale sand, exhale thoughts in run-ons. Drop your wrists on the beach and flyawayfaraway to where water will fill your ears, and real is something you breathe. Let me inside you, through you, let me soak into your bones and medicate your ohsoincorrect assumptions. Let the rainwater wash...
- Poetry > Free Versewe are capturing waves in old jam jars, and releasing them like fireflies to fill the void left by the disappearance of admiration. we are dying in slow motion, shoving thoughts of anonymity down below where our acceptence resides. cover my eyes with regurgitated humanity and maybe i will ...
- Poetry > Free Verse<i>the ribbon binding our cervical ribs together is resolved fire and quantum mechanics wrapped in beatoneegguntillfluffy.</i> cut your teeth on my frightened way of life, point fingers at the spiders in my closet, let this be. <i>i told you together we could divide th...
- Poetry > Free Versethe silence is eating at war-torn wings of the charred recollections. drape the remains around me and breathe in deep the dust of memories left unstirred, the scent of childrens' concussions. we are the leftovers, what should be burnt, powdered, we are the Wrong. the pounding of my ...
- Poetry > Free VerseIt's funny how hard it is to count the days when you can't see straight and your fingers are blurry. And the numbers on the calender swim like fishes in an ocean that dried up a long time ago. It's so hard to break the last reminders when they weren't fully concrete to sta...
- Poetry > Free VerseDaggers rest in your eyes, spewing twisted thoughts in the form of glances and quick, stuttering shakes of your head. Funny how what once was sweet, turned into pools of poison that rest in my mind, slowly turning me insane. Nitriles of all sorts, competing for my slowly crumbling thoughts. ...
- Poetry > Free VerseTuesday morning and I'm breathing, with my lungs wide open and my eyes on overdrive. I'm thinking, but no, they're only figments of my imagination, 'cause the thoughts never become concrete. My fingertips are dripping with paint as I splash color on the dullest of canvase...
- Poetry > Free VerseThis is our last chance to whisper quiet words that drip with cinnamon hearts and gumdrops. This is the last night we will gaze at the stars and together wonder what's behind them. Our times of ruffled hair and pillow fights at the end of moonlit bedrooms are over. So kiss me goodbye...
- Poetry > Free VerseOne step forward, and three steps back. A leap, hop, skip, and a jump towards everything right and safe. Combined with a sudden rug pulling, and all the china falls off the shelves, shattering all we worked for. A grin like a sunbeam, a laugh, then the torrent starts again behind closed d...
