Dark is the bloom of
a spring lost in
A cyanide crow approaches
my window sill
Get back! Get back!
Fidele ad Mortem (Pt. 1)Beauty was a bite forgotten between God's teeth, and now she basked in a basement that never expected her. A boom had shook the youth from her bitter frame, blessing her now with neither parent to boost her. Seldom did her kind acknowledge her gaunt ghost, so often she anchored herself in broad blankness, where wonders wove themselves between her talons. Bloom and fade, boom boom boom.
It was on a day with no particular noon or star that the brooding creature discovered a bulge in the waning wallpaper. With a nudge, budge, and tuggy tug; paper became weary wall, and the grandest of portals knelt before her. Hungry and haunted, a squeezed doorway dug deep and drew no larger than her nervous nightstand. Inspired by intrigue, the Girl revealed an abyssal descent, drifting down a darkened drop. The Girl thought once, twice, and once more before sliding through the crouched mouth. In many moments, the ancient esophagus swallowed her into earth, and she slid down in cobweb company. The Girl
as a buzzing orthodontist,
dirty dentist delivers dreams,
he delivers me.
he drills, drills, drills wormholes
in each set of teeth,
in every molar and fang:
done and drugged, now I breeze
whistles while I
Lordy.I craft a claw
made of baby bones,
tender and weighted
ideal for jellied knees
and angel autopsies.
Open Wide.You keep tugging
on my tongue,
scraping me with
gravel calluses and
Soon my mouthmeat
will slobber along my
knees, drooling as she
am I to scream promises
with my elastic muscle
trotting beneath me?
My DarlingGoodmorning flesh,
I came with hands
To filet and squeeze
I came with hands
to pet and pet your
progress reportthe astronauts never returned and neither did the news
in my hands i fold a megalithic pigeon
the take-home message is: the cosmos is a cold dead bitch
as you sleep under magazines, waiting for nothing.
in the shackles of a sterilized den, there's an actual
mastodon heart, pale and glassy pink, icy film
tightened like a fist; - and the scientists despair:
it's the morning of the opening,
then the few slashes of paralyzing waves.
like a sign we'd make when we were younger, a way to disarm
a bandit, or a preacher
or the oncoming horde of space invaders.
but the drawings you sent to venus never returned,
and now the crack,
and the scientists at a loss before the angered public.
they release a report that states that the floodgates opened
by themselves, that the valves erode
like the chalky sand that will swirl and hiss
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
the ones they call the foolsWe were a list of promises broken,
exhausted and frightened to be held
in the hands of dreamers and liars
have the tendency
to let slip the things
That’s why we’re fleeting.
Why poets call us clouds
with no real direction.
we’re both running away
4 Random Poems The One About KitKats
I need a piece of that kitkat
I need a break
It's a mistake
To do things for to-do-them's sake
And I'd live life-
Husband or wife
With obligations and strife
So turn away
While you may
If there's nothing to make you stay
Bring your phone,
The comforts you've known
And go find a new home
A safe place
An empty space
Vacant of life's bitter distastes
And I'll find what I lacked
Roll the cross of my back
Fuck, I want a kitkat.
lisuje is like- really pretty, guys. I promise
A pale, pretty face
Surrounded by sandy dunes
Real and wild like a typhoon
Watch her hair
Carelessly roll down her back
Watch her skin
Like marble that wouldn't crack
See the graphite
Rubbed on the side of her wrist
See the pencil
Held firmly in her closed fist
Watch her draw
And capture what's actually there
Watch her DA
and Tumblr, if you've time to spare
azuneechan is love. Azuneechan is life.
I'd seduce your pages
Make their kne
The Laws of AttractionHe likes to tell me how stars work.
He explains that Hydrogen ignites, collides, infuses -
and while he’s talking I am trying
to stifle the reverb in my heartbeat.
I try and stop my heart going supernova.
He tells me that the Hydrogen fuses into Helium
and eventually the star runs out of each -
I try not to be forcibly reminded
of every time I run out of Oxygen when he smiles at me -
I’m trying to listen.
He details how the stars elements burn out
one by one
creating heavier elements that burn less brightly.
I’m comparing stars to love
because to me, Hydrogen, Nitrogen or Iron -
a star’s still a star at all its stages
and I love the stars.
He whispers to me
about how these elements disperse
how they reform and relapse
and I recall how stars become everything
He’s got his hands in my hair and his grip round my heart
so when the silence falls I can’t help but rush;
‘There’s static energy in my
I'll Wait by the WaterThis is the place where our memories began.
A creek at the bottom of a canyon,
red cliffs on either side and a giant
pond dam to the north that wildflowers grow on.
Paths that we created through the woods
and up and down those copper canyon walls
while we pretended to be wild Injuns
or wanted outlaws being hunted by a posse.
You were on your knees,
in the middle of the creek,
when I found you.
A neighbor girl, trespassing.
I had a mind to chase you off
until I asked what you were doing.
You looked at me, smiled, and said,
"Catching crawdads. Come help!"
After that day, we spent Springs and Summers
building fort walls and chasing frogs,
skipping stones and arguing baseball,
sharing comic books and trading punches.
You could hit as hard as any boy I knew.
We had our own bridge to Terabithia,
our own kingdoms of knights and castles,
won the World Series with back to back homeruns,
settled the Wild West and discovered gold in the mountains.
My parents thought you were imaginary
until I bro
-Demons do not run when a good man goes to war...
They march beside him instead,
All for the glory,
Of watching your world burn!
Pain ReliefHe mistook the points of her hipbones for poignancy
and kissed those sharp edges til they dulled under his affections -
he chased the phantoms from the wide-set corners
of a mind that bent, bowed and broke in the curvature.
He mistook her needs for her need and tried to save her
meanwhile, flourishing under his patient gaze
but completely and wholly separate from it; she got better.
He wasn't the remedy for her recovery, just a damn good