October 2011
91 posts
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it’s dark
where the lies come from
dark like a forest at its deepest spot
dark like coffee before the milk
and it’s dark, so dark
that i am blinded by it
so dark that i cannot see my own fingers
so dark that i am blind to the sound of my own voice
bouncing off of far off planets, burning up, echoing
it goes on for so long
i don’t know the feeling of open eyes, to the...
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A Poem (That I Didn't Want to Write)
i never wanted to write - at 11:40pm, friday night, more sober and awake than I can ever remember - a poem on the tiny keys of a blackberry glowing only just enough in the light of late night tv and if i had to write this way i didn’t want to write that i miss you didn’t want the phone battery to still feel warm on my fingertips after an hour long call you drunk on the other end of it ...
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speak words
spit words
scream words
carve and
write and
engrave words
cut words into glass
and gold
become words
like your heart pumps to the beats they make
live words
like words keep you living
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i’ve been hanging onto this hope
like it is some tangible thing
as solid as bone
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i had a dream in which
you fell asleep in a wooden chair,
spine curved like a splintered tree limb
neck slumped forward like a bent cigarette
and the rest of us -
your withered trail of ex-lovers - were warriors
with blood fingerprints as war-paint smeared across our cheeks
our hair knotted into dreadlocks tied up on our heads
we lifted you and the chair up toward the sun
over our heads,...
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i put all of my demons
into a poem
hoping, thinking
that if i could get them out of me
onto the page
i would be free
but i’ve found that it’s more like
breathing life into a flame
and giving them
a second chance
to destroy me,
enter me one more time
with more oxygen in their blood
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i don’t want to be worshipped
or even loved
but i’ll pry open my ribcage
let you crawl inside
to keep warm or
to know what it’s like to be close to something
with rushing blood
all i ask is that you don’t stay too late, or too long
and that you take any little pieces of yourself with you when you go
because i’m warm enough with my own stomach acid
and the...
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dearest,
you’ve left me completely broken now, after months of piecing myself back together. glue between the cracks in my skin, pulling the splinters from the roof of my mouth, my tongue, the raw back of my throat. i aimlessly wandered without lust, drugged my head until i only tasted cotton, no blood. my eyes lost their color but i dyed them back to their natural shade in an attempt to...
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my organs
are working just fine
beating, pumping perfectly
right in time with my breathing
but my eyes
are as pale
as my skin
and I’m starting to think that sleep
won’t be enough this time
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taste versus loneliness
i sing along to songs
i don’t even like
so don’t count yourself out
just yet
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i'm too late
i cannot write today
because my head is swollen
because it’s raining
because i have nothing in my system
save for black coffee and nicotine
and because i am worried about how these words will sound
if i write them the way they want to come out
i wonder if they’ll fly from the page like a birds disconnected feathers
or if they’ll sink down so far onto it
that even the...
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this city is too heavy
the buildings are made of lead
painted up to look like brick
and from the highway you wouldn’t know the cold chill that radiates from them
until you run out of gas and lean against one to light a smoke, feel the ice of it as your skin freezes to the sides, stuck there until you decide to pull away
and bleed
you can see the spots where others have been
bits of...
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an image
watching cigarettes explode on the freeway, in my rearview mirror
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i like kissing you
whether with
coffee tongue fuzz or
cigarette breath
early morning before spearmint toothpaste kisses, too
even with thick whiskey spirits in your throat
i like kissing you
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i ate a pear
i ate a pear last night
because you told me ‘you’ll like it’
but it made my tongue swell,
my eyes cloud with stinging salt water,
my throat itch,
my gums go needle-point numb
and the mealy flesh of it burrowed between my teeth, made little bubble homes of my taste buds
kept me up all night, tortured from the sight of its bulbous body sitting idly at the top of a trash bin...
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i hope i live just long enough
to be able to pick flowers from your dust
and tie them into my hair
before i join you there in the earth
quietandconstellated asked: you write beautiful poems. they're raw and human and true and i'm kind of in awe. please keep writing them, please.
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the streetlamps
are lighted angels with hazy halos
following me home
the pavement is intoxicated
rounded at the edges, molded like
soft candle wax
burning for hours just to fade the scent of sex in the backseats of passing cars
and i
with my left hand on the wheel
am guided home under starlight streetlamps
with hazy half-halo spirits hauntingly flickering here and there
to show me the...
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[author’s note] i was actually quite...
taking a brief break from the poetry for a moment for two reasons.
one, i would like to thank each and every one of you who follow, read, like, reblog and message me. your support means the entire world to me and i am so beyond happy to be in the company of such fantastic writers and people.
second, i have the urge to record a spoken word piece tonight, but not the urge to write something new...
