my hands are pacing,
driven wild by these
of vibrant boulevards
my fingertips could discover
upon crossing the bend
of your collarbone.
|You don't feel me in here, anymore.|
I stayed up all night painting your face so
I could beat the birds to crying your name
and the world would shudder and shake in two syllables
once the first glitters of dawn skittered across the horizon
and skipped across the tips of your blindfold eyelids;
I stayed up all night losing my sanity so
I could on auto-pilot put my body to work
and my hands would find a natural rhythm
in the swoop and crash of heat transfer
bobbing up and down in the waves of your skin;
I stayed up all night dancing so
I could prance through the doors of your dreams
and I would step and spin without your guidance
until your eyelashes fluttered awake with pride singing
and our distance would hum along with the song and close in;
I stayed up all night lighting fireworks so
I could pretend I was a sailor lost at sea
and you would find me shipwrecked at the shore
tame my soul's raging waves before the day could break
and giggle the whole way back to your lighthouse escape;
I stayed up all night writing these verses so
I could capture the firefly words to speak when your lips
first parted with the adieu of a yawn
and my tongue would sprinkle across them all
the te quiero's and ich liebe dich's my heart has been choking on.
It is the romance of psychology
over cigarettes in the dark
like shooting stars
that suck oxygen
to feed the flames of fate
It is the shocking truth
when facts click together
in a flurry of
crash bound meteorites
and twinkling comet tails
over the newly tangible horizon
of your skeleton
It is the passion
the delayed gratification
and the satisfaction
of smoke seeping
slowly from slick lips
It is holding the power of gravitation
betwixt my hands
to sway the orbit of Venus
within your whirlpool irises
so your eyes fall
at the shedding of my crust
and flow down it
to engulf me
It is the soft sweeping motion
of the moon's
intent passing gaze
as your waves reverberate
and reach the shore
of my iron core
It is the absolute absence of mass
and the clash
of fire and ice in the flash
of a volcanic eruption
within my tectonic plates
that rock and cradle you
whilst my legs quake
and scrape the speed of light
It is a firework's smooth acceleration
to a rough explosion
as the glitter of an exhale
rips a hundred holes
three hundred and eighty four days todayi knew Noah back when my handwriting was still legible, my thoughts were regularly scribbled in a little brown notebook i clutched to my chest, and my mind imagined things instead of my hallucinations imagining my mind.three hundred and eighty four days today by your-methamphetamine
three thousand four hundred and sixty eight days today.
no... no. it hasn't been that long. but are you sure? it seems longer.
i can still feel the jagged edges of the wound in my skull when he stole my mind and put it in a warm-colored basket he stitched of autumn leaves and golden sunsets.
i knew Noah back when my hair was dyed black and brown, i broke down for days because of things that happened in school, my heart sank a little and my breath caught in hiccups of hesitation every time i heard him near me.
"you have beautiful hands." his unusual accent didn't make me giggle half as much as what he said did, until i registered the words fully and stopped.
"what? really?" i looked at my hands, confused. i knew he was staring at me carefully, feeling so gratef
ash wounds like airi have done it yet again.ash wounds like air by 520romeo
these dark eye pits -
why won't they speak and be free?
once in every fifteen empty dawns
do my hands cease to claw at each other:
a glimmering hiatus;
a half breath.
i have fire hair and
i have eaten a beautiful man's jasper love.
silence never settles;
round and round goes the chained-up mind
as i grow into fear forever.
the nights smell of dying poppies. think
of such a poppy field - the beauty of
lying and effortlessly
the only living one.
eyes are no windows. they are your reflection.
do not walk, do not walk;
see your own flesh in there? yes, stay still.
remove my clothes.
what are you afraid of?
i am mouldering in the sweltering being of
digits and hands and
glistening eyelets in stainless steel;
i am harmless.
the first time was tentative:
if i ignore my heart, will i be safe?
two. i needed to
see life run.
now three, four, fivesixseveneighthundreds; they are all accidents:
i awake and i itch; i am afraid
i have sinned again.
try to save me a
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