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toy gunsi.
it is february and i am still,
waiting for something to happen,
waiting for the other shoe to drop.
(darling, this isn't a game
isn't a game
isn't a game
but it's still your move.)
ii.
this is a test, to see if
we can be a dance, fluid and graceful
or if this is a mistake
with stubbed toes and missed marks
(bite marks are optional at this point,
but really, i don't know what you're
getting at please throw me a line
over here before i drown.)
iii.
it isn't enough to write,
about you or the tremors and the goose flesh
and everything you may or may not do to me
(i'll admit nothing,
not a damn thing
unless you say please
and smile-- t
Stand Near MeThe color of jade and your smile
And the way you get close
now and then
And the little things you do to pretend
And maybe I'm just reading in
to something false in the end
But then the twenty questions came
And the little smile when I say your name
And the excuses that you make
to stand around and wait
And let's be honest about something
you're the guy who's always teased
Because the thing about me
As I am sure you will see
I only want you for you
and I'm willing to wait for it true
I'm not the girl who does crazy deeds
I'm the quiet one that reads
I'm not the Ambercrombie girl
I'm the kind who will save the world
and silently I'll wait
And when you want me
the chance you'll take
And if
Sugar-Coated CafeBreathe into me
a new paradise,
a simple world
where we can dine
in a quaint cafe
while laughing
and sharing all
of our secrets;
a place where
flavor flourishes
forever on our lips,
so we aren't left
with one drop
of bland energy.
Take me there,
that I may capture
your teasing smile
as we split a drink
with cream topping.
Meet me there,
that I may sweep
my fingers across
your delicate cheek
after you leave a trace
of sweet vanilla frost.
Come, so we may hold
the most luring feast
any cafe has seen.
Breathe into me
this new paradise,
so that we may talk
and laugh and share
these moments
that are burstin
Catching Raindrops, Raining UpwardI'm placed on this space,
bucket in my hands.
Memories gone, purpose unknown,
I begin walking
and the rain begins falling.
The urge bursts inside,
a pitted cherry for a heart,
and I am catching droplets.
Running
I splash into trillions, scattering.
Surrounding impossibility.
The raindrops keep falling
and I cannot catch them all.
I cannot catch them all.
I cannot catch them.
And I am soaked.
Hair damp, clothes
wet, heavy hanging
Rubber legs pull
shoes slosh and slow
down
up
Weight shifts, and my hair hangs high
droplets creeping up my back
up and off my hair's tips above me
My stories climb the back of my throat
as dew collides and
I cry a
lotusshe was newness, heart whole
and unblemished, bones
whispering promises and
fresh limbed innocence.
when life bent her, gritty
and silted, she bathed her
soul in minute puddles
and whispered comfort
to the tears of her bones.
where others hardened,
she split herself, spilling
heart fragments and
leaving the bitter seed
of hurt buried beneath
a concrete landfill--
devoid of food
it could not grow.
stretching, limbs taut
and ready, she flung
herself wide and wild
rebuilt her innocence
into a new kind of purity.
it's not even a sex thingmy body misses you,
even when my mind is absent
your hand,
my knee
my cheek
my shoulder
won't say I can feel you on me when you're not there,
won't feed you bullshit romantic pabulum
will say I appreciate my time with you more than I let on.
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Frozen StarlightSolid starlight beam,
Precarious illusion,
Photon Congo line.
Each born of fusion,
To squirm through desolate space,
Die in my retina.
apprehensionapprehension.
my consciousness won't concede.
I despise the irrational convictions bequeathed upon me in mundane emotional states.
illusion impracticable, rumour extraordinaire.
the 'just in case' keeps you up at night.
hesitant.
Coexist did your bones break in the same place
snapping heart strings
at the disgrace
would you believe
that nothing I see
ever makes me worry?
If I focus hard enough
ear to the window
head on the ground
I hear your breath intake
the steady thing I crave
we're synchronized
we coexist
so naturally
when I feel my heart flutter
I know you're okay
it's about this time at night I miss you most
it's about this time at night I watch for your ghost
sometimes I find it
and sometimes I don't
a quiet companion
of mirrors and smoke
burns away in the light
it's not right
it's not right
but when I feel your heart flutter
I know I'm okay
whe
SerenissimaSlumbering suns
take a midmorning nap;
alleyways bright with
golden ladies,
their smiles canal-deep.
Nightfall brings guides:
stone sighs and dead light,
(never so alive).
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The Quartet of UsWe are ash skies
and broken bottles lodged under eyes,
the sound made when the devil cries,
and love tasted in bitter sighs.
what do you do with non-concentric circlesi.
he spoke in digits
and she read his palms.
a terrible scar through his lines;
she felt his sea on the rise.
she turned his hand down
and he was unsurprised.
two signals mixed by the relay;
she was not heard through the delay.
ii.
she had him pin down
what should be made known.
slantings in salty relief;
he drew himself to the reef.
she warmed his features
with an unguarded smile.
he found the gleam of the pools:
a scene deplete of the rules.
iii.
he broke the surface
and she beckoned deep.
air pockets slipped through his grasp;
visions of syncing at last.
she danced before him
but he could not reach.
blue echoes rhythm on his skin;
prope
Velvet RopesShe hanged in velvet ropes and draped her name in infamy
In hopes she would be finally celebrated, to put it quite frankly.
She was a pigeon holed framework with a creaking core
Who craved only recognition and not a thing more.
She wanted to know at least one person cared;
That her bruised body was worth even one prayer.
But the knot she tied felt velvet and gave her a thrill;
The snap of her neck would have given even the Devil the chills.
Her name did not capture the headlines or news
She was another lost soul who suffered abuse;
Just another small town suicide, that’s all
It was a shame no one saw her dismaying downfall.
misanthropicstrip me of the defenses i wear
to protect myself from the cold
shoulders, the wicked stares
slip the armor from my speech
and reassure me
that i do not need it here,
past the judgment of the daytime
take the stony demeanor
from where it chafes against
my soft skin-
let it lay, discarded,
on the floor with my guardedness,
my cynicism
let me be the angel
i have learned to smother
let me spread my wings
without bruising them
on humanity's abrasive habits
here, where sin is not forgiven
but rather accepted
have me whole and nothing more
with no more negative
space-
in this room,
mold me, with accepting hands,
into what i always
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