November 2011
97 posts
1 tag
mortality
i’m sorry it upsets you
when i make morbid jokes
but i’m nervous,
shaking so hard my bones crash together
and split,
splinter
i’m going to waste my last few inhales on cigarettes,
exhales on moans,
(if you’ll elicit them)
and yes, i’ll have brunch with you
we’ll drink unsweetened coffee
pick at pastries
and i’ll tell you thank you
for buying...
8 tags
Watchan ode
i need a new everything because everything smells like you because my fingers still smell like you because apparently the smell of you isn’t as easy to get off as the rest of you is easy to get off the so-called “best of you” that i was getting i kept forgetting to let go walk away - no! run away take off these fucking 6-inch heels that you dressed me in to impress all of your friends...
9 tags
gerber daisies
i have never written your name
in poetry before
even moons ago when i thought
maybe it had a worthy sound
some syllables that gripped my taste buds
and made everything sugary
and sparkling
like the pollen dust
from gerber daisies or
the lilac bushes by the window
that close my throat each morning
but still make my lips curl
with their perfume
and i can feel my eyes water now
that...
Project: Deconstructed
echo4charlie:
burningmuse:
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Ask your readers to suggest one of your pieces—that they would like you to deconstruct for them.
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Break your piece down—line by line—and explain...
11 tags
he doesn't care much for my sarcasm
please
let me borrow your sharp tongue
so that i can slice my gums
and pluck my teeth out
one
by
one
by
one more…
pluck!
you’re safe now
my words will no longer carry
that bite
6 tags
it's not a side effect
this isn’t withdrawal
i just happen to be shaking
and wet
for the chance to live
in the crevices of your laugh lines and
spit silly little rhyming poems into your
coffee
when you’re looking the other way
so that your skin curls up
and i
keep warm
7 tags
body bomb
my entire body
my fingers and my cheeks,
the lids of my eyes and my clit,
thin wrists, the sensitive spot behind my knees
where you can turn me on with a ghost of a touch
are filled with blood vessels, made of blood vessels
if you peeled my skin off
they’re all you would see, like crossed wires
and if you want to disarm me
just cut the right one
(or the wrong one)
i was built to...
6 tags
liquefied
my belly caught the stubborn silent weight of you
like a cannonball
and i began to vomit gunpowder and
thick charred chunks of lead
the skin there bruised up half inky-purple
like an eclipsed moon
and swelled with deep craters like black holes
and bloodshot eyes
that grew fingers with nails like thin baby-blades
the heat of it felt freezing cold
winter eyelash icicles
that melted into a pooling...
7 tags
habitual
my therapist
(who is sinking eternally into a couch whose cushions are stuffed
with the pages of the stories
from the books that have never been written, but rather spoken
rather uncomfortably within a clinical hour)
said to replace all of my habits
so i traded
alcohol for cigarettes
your body for poetry
pornography for prayer
the brake for the accelerator
and left the rest
up to
god
7 tags
anonymous
they say picking pennies from a wishing well in the center of the city is a sure sign that you’re on your way down. and i think they may be right, but only because the coy that swim there reflect the sunlight too brightly and it bounces from their scales and into my hang-over eyes.
maybe i’ll lay with them and breath in the copper water. i’ve heard drowning is the most...
8 tags
foreplay
it’s the memories
of anticipation
the tease of the coming attractions
that i think of today
the scent of breakfast wafting through the hallways
and foreplay
christmas eve and
the lick of the bottom lip before a kiss
the build up
before the let down
the memories never quite stack up
compared to the excitement of creating them
so let’s fumble in the dark
but leave our...
9 tags
let’s bathe together in rare spices so brightly colored that the sun and the planets dancing around it watch on in pure jealous-ecstasy. let’s feel how they burn holes through our skin like bullets, and open our flesh up to the elements. you crawl into me, and me into you. let our dust be windblown in the red clay deserts and mix with the shades of the sand, so deep that they will...
7 tags
satellites
i have to close my eyes when i see images of the earth or other planets, glowing, taken from a satellite somewhere way up in the stars they make me feel so small i feel my chest tighten as my lungs expand when i am being represented by a dusty speck of light on a map of things yet to be discovered
they make me feel weak and like i could just be lifted into the atmosphere at any moment turned into...
7 tags
WatchA reading of Ribcage
and some bloopers at the end. Warning, I swear when I get frustrated. The F-word is within.
3 tags
some nights
we write
or i write
feverishly,
and the lines inked
are so simple in nature
so simple in sound
that we feel we have not accomplished
poetic justice
and we dismiss those words
let them turn to dust, fall like dead matter from the page,
the eternal skies
too ashamed to put our names to words like
‘i miss your brown eyes
and i miss the way your hands felt’
but...
9 tags
dark circles
a spoken word piece by tiredfoxes
...
6 tags
fever saints, fever saints
i was told that there are songs sung by sinners and there are songs sung by saints. one sings to the other. one sings to the other. one sings to the other.
over and over.
until the sinners are weeping. until the sinners are praying.
until the saints are laughing. until the saints are sinning.
and the songs will skip on cracked vinyl
until nothing
nothing
nothing exists
8 tags
sweet death, honeybee.
the dust from your shattered
honeycomb bones
has just begun to settle and
the last image you painted is
a crystallizing, sweet-sticky
mirage of yellow pollen light
say goodnight now
we’ll all soon join you as fall
falls all around our bodies…
6 tags
wish i were there
often, my mind wanders off so far
that the muscles in my body would snap
and die
and rot
before i ever caught up
so i let it go and
like a loyal lover
out of lustful habit,
the habit of lust,
it returns, always
with stories,
handfuls of lilies and postcards
‘wish you were here’
it looks beautiful,
open desert fields, cattle,
haunted ranches in the distance
sepia and...
3 tags
our lust is made up (all in my head, or legs)
but i want to ruin your make up
your body
is a bad influence on
my body
