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tiny vesselsgod cried for us that afternoon
on the rocks, if I could be so
selfish; you had your hands
grasping at my empty vapors before
I’d had the chance to whisper
to you. I see you
shaking. I know you’re
hungry and I know
the temperature of your
eyes when you lie. you
said you were lonely.
half-truths are the essence
of symbiotic relationships, your
fingers trailing along my hips,
glacier blue eyes holding me
still. the rapids churned. god
cried for me that afternoon.
he was selfish, too.
sunshine shakingmorse code upon collarbones and
sun-bleached smiles. she
wasn't ready. she wasn't ready.
he had open arms like
the song about the london bridge;
chlorine baptized him a new
man. innocent, innocent,
what did you see
when you kissed her? the
pearls upon the waves, the
silence upon the shore. was it
quiet enough to hear
the break? thunderous blue, the
chasms of her eyes.
present, in the body
that doesn't fit, I watched
you murder the sky. I wasn't ready
you are my bruises. welts
along my wrists, fingertips
dancing on my neck. bluebird,
you were a midnight mistake
leaking over the next morning.
you wept and all
the world called you beautiful;
we kissed the naked silence between your bones,
we watched you drown yourself in vodka and not-so-
secrets, and we brought you back to life;
we held you as you quaked
like a tragedy in its first bloom.
I called you beautiful,
and you used all of me
[I am as naked as the breeze, as
useless as a songbird without
a note. I am as hungry
the tide and as lonely
as the moon who calls
upon it; starlight,
you took all of me,
the negative space
I fell in love
first with the taste
of you-- good weed
and the resurrection
of unmet expectations. when
you kissed my neck, I was
alive; I was a series of
sparks in a vacuum night.
you were a million moths
blooming within my ribcage, you
were the beginning of the story
I was afraid to open. I fell in love
with the goosebumps tha
beauty is a state of mindforgiveness is the
scent the violet leaves
on the foot that stomped it;
I am beautiful in remembrance:
I am beautiful
in a body two sizes too
large, in eyes dilated
with questions (eyes
you cannot name; gray
like the ocean, blue
like the heart, green like
the fever dream I cannot
wake from) I am the
hair of a lion, a wild
thing, ignition upon
tempted glance. I am the skin
you cannot name, always fleeting;
you always see
but never truly take in.
and I know a boy
carved of ivory silence,
accidental exposurenewton’s laws never
applied to you. maybe
tomorrow won’t come, and
we will always be a
few gestures short of
you are that glint
on the edge of the
flirtation of a star, of
a wish whispered
into skin that
cannot listen. I
traced so many apologies into
your spine; Dear Amy, my
body is an empty bookshelf
and I’m sorry I couldn’t
give you a perfect ending.
Dear Amy, you are more than
the hands that hollowed you
and made you quiet. Dear Amy,
stunted emotional development
is a blessing but I’m so scared I’ll
hurt you I’m so scared I care
about you, you’re the first person
who didn’t want me selfishly,
the first person to make
there are so many shades
of blue in your eyes
I can’t capture; so many
poems caught in your
hair. I dreamt about you
every night this week;
I was the monster hiding
under your bed.
unrealistic ideologies of an
are toxic; breathing
is a chore. there is
a careful warmth in the
combined effort of
we are the forgotten.
we are the tangled limbs
and childhood stories for
a more sensitive future; we
are the longing, we are
we are measured
in the people we touch;
and I will love you
in the UV light of
hide and seek paranoia.
I love you in the red shimmer
of harbored dreams, I love you
in the industrial gl
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
car crash on an empty roadit happened before
we did. it was more a person
than you or I or that boy
in the park trying
to convince us to
stupid. it happened
before your smile
cracked the sky in half, before
our laughters slurred into
a dissonant song, before
your fingers traced the stories
lying on my face before I knew
just how many pieces of sunshine
were trapped in your hair before
the walls became the ceiling and
I wasn’t claustrophobic.
things I remember:
the red blur of your room like
God was experimenting with the
symbolism in abstract art, the
tri-tone shimmering of your eyes
like the surface of the water, the way
you defined perfection as a scale of
women ending with a less than sensible
me, the way you always moved like
you were dancing and no one was there to
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
The Darkness Takes Time. I hate birds.
Serpents always crawl out of their eyes.
Lice fall from their terrible heads,
Fire scaling out of mouth,
Every bird, terrible.
Grotesque beings walking amongst those who can't see,
Odd deity's for the sinner's devilish worship,
Odd methods for the sinner's dark sacrifice.
Deep chasms instead of eyes.
Basic horrors out of every nightmare,
Another slash to add to your others,
Darkness at it's finest..
Follow the first Letter down. ^.^ Something will show up, did you see it before I pointed it out?
If you did, then the darkness is an old friend, huh?
De ManneligoAnte lucem primam quondam,
Ante aves incipebant cantare,
Mulier trolli gentis lingua falsa iuvenem
Pulchrem in matrimonium petevit.
"Mannelige, Mannelige, ducisne me
In matrimonium pro quod do te?
Enim tua uxor esse libenter volo!
Audi meas verbas, dice certe vel nolo
Dabo te duodecim equos magnificos illos
Quos ibi pascitur in sivula
Nonumquam sunt sellam imposti
Nonumquam habuerunt frenos
Dabo te duodecim bonas molas
Quas stant inter Tillum et Ternum
Facti sunt de aere rubro,
Rotaeque argentatae sunt
Dabo te gladium auratum,
De quindecem anulo resonat.
Si feris id in proelio,
Semper pugnam vinciet.
Dabo te tunicam novissimam
Nitida optima causa vestiendi est!
Non suitur cum acu et filo
Sed de nivessimo bombyce facta est."
"Libenter acciperem tuas muneres
Si mulier christiana esses.
Sed pessima trolla monte es
De subole diabolis et daemonis.
Trolla monte saliet ex porta
Uluavit et clamavit magna voce:
"Potesssem habere caellebe pulchrum,
Liberaremur ex meum tormentum!
GreeterAll damnation be amazed
How quickly I contract
The ebb from open wounds results
As I forced to interact
She sways in place on chain of lies
And bleeds the words of agony
Upheaval in our short combine
As tears in fragile sanctity
She gains no peace from captured crowd
Whose courage dwindles steadily
A fading comfort in the share
Or knowing how to be ready
She tells how with a whip and blade
Presenting fact and title
Will deem you worthy of the place
And grant you leave of rivals
She shows from screams and open graves
The acts a failure ends
Depression fled from glassy eyes
As punishment suspends
Curse eschew down to the bone
Instead cut at my veins
My body given up its fight
Its royal lines in lanes
But she is one a prisoner
Grounded with texts arcane
She merely sends her burdens West
With scarlet setting flames
And in that light resigned am I
Entered through shaded veil
To meet the greeter without choice
Describing my face pale
With warnings held like blazing brands
In fingers red and
008. Gateway (Orpheus and Eurydice)He holds the light before him,
Chasing away the pestilent air,
The flame exposing scattered bones laid bare
In the cavern dank and dim.
He nervously picks at his lyre,
Feeling her breath on his skin,
Contending to resist the impulses within,
As the Gates of Hades draw near.
Orpheus! Oh, Orpheus! How could you have known?
That the struggle to redeem your lover from death
Would leave you remaining alone?
The sunlight streams in from the gateway,
And Orpheus quickens his pace,
Eager to see her sweet face
Glowing in the warm light of day.
He sprints from the foul lair of hell,
And turns, but alas! all too soon!
Eurydice gazes out at him from the gloom.
Slowly, she vanishes, with a final 'Farewell.'
His heart swells, a grey ocean wave, and crashes on the shores of despair.
Orpheus! Oh, Orpheus! How could you have known?
That your anticipation would betray you so traitorously,
Leaving you utterly alone?
LuminenPäivärinta kukkuu, on hänen sielunsa susi valkoinen,
joka pakkasella juoksee läpi metsien lumisten
ja saapuu sydänmaille laskussa leiskuvan illan
haluamatta muuta kuin ylittää routaisen sillan,
jonka takainen häntä kovin kutsuu ja kiehtoo.
Ei tuuli häntä kääntymään saa vaikka kuinka se riuhtoo.
Hän on kuulevinaan laulun syvältä jään takaa,
eikä hänen askelensa kivellä ole kevyt tai vakaa,
ja hän muistaa isänsä, joka vihassa hänet kieltää,
kun tie kaartuu, mutkittelee ja askelten alla viertää,
eikä hän ole mikään siltä itseään salaamaan,
eikä mikään mahti maailmassa saisi häntä palaamaan,
eikä hän pelkää, että askel vielä lipeää,
tuska jonka hän tuntisi olisi vain hetken kipeää,
eikä hän pelkää kastua
The people from page twenty twoHe woke up in the morning while she was still asleep
Coffee marked the beginning of another vapid day
Got the paper, skipped the news, 'cause he knew where to look
At page twenty two the cure for his loneliness lay
He skimmed through the page and there it appeared
It was capturing his sight and covering his view
It seemed like it was written just for him to read
Then he left the house with his mind at twenty two
She got out of bed, at least an hour late
A lukewarm cup of coffee soothed the taste of stale bread
Got the paper, read the news, skipped page twenty two
Escaping the reminder of the secret that she had
At page twenty three she knew how guilty she had felt
That the person she was lying to was the person she once met
Leaving everything the same felt like torture to her
But the burden of the secret was even greater than that
Late at night when he got home he couldn't hold himself
He was not surprised that she was late, once again
He passionately wrote down all the feelings he had
Nor Ever Shall I DepartIn this place I do abide,
a place where angels fear to tread.
Here they do not dare to stride
although the demons all have fled.
Once they all did wallow and hide
in this lair where they were born and bred.
But I uttered the predominant chide
I govern here instead.
A place He built of stone and fire,
a place deep within the earth.
What for them was torturous pyre
is, for me, a home and hearth.
In this home I feel no harm,
though its fires made others weep.
And its brimstone will me embalm
as I lay me down to sleep.
-"Nor Ever Shall I Depart"
The Tower LymericMary was a girl in a tower
Everyday all day she'd glower
Then glare till she cried
Till one day she died
Her body became a flower
Head Down the Rabbit HoleFall on down the rabbit hole,
where tea and cookies run around,
alive and thinking and breathing,
creating many a sound.
Step on through the mirror now,
to play chess with live pieces,
that growl and yell,
smooth with no creases.
Onward now to Underland,
where the Hatter greets you with a smile,
and nothing is bland.
Why not disappear into like the Cheshire Cat's smile?
when the living world is here,
and nothing speaks but hatred,
and frightful puppeteers.
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