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save 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.
there are
spiders in my throat,
I have
tunnel vision and
I sold my dreams
for antidepressants and
apathy. I’m
terrified of being
nameless. why
are you back why are you here
under my skin why does the water
still bite me why can’t I scream when I dream
of dying?)
I’m trying to make
myself content with the idea
everyday is an understatement
of the one that came before it.
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.
there are
spiders in my throat,
I have
tunnel vision and
I sold my dreams
for antidepressants and
apathy. I’m
terrified of being
nameless. why
are you back why are you here
under my skin why does the water
still bite me why can’t I scream when I dream
of dying?)
I’m trying to make
myself content with the idea
everyday is an understatement
of the one that came before it.
Literature
( 4/01/2014 )
I’ve been told
ladies are supposed to
cover themselves
in flowers, fine wines,
or men.
Fuck poetry,
ladies don’t have
time.
But lately,
Bukowski sits
upon a barstool
in my head
laughing.
He’s telling me
to fuck her, poetically,
emotionally, physically-
figuratively speaking.
I can’t decide which
“her”
he is referring to,
( the new or the old )
when jealousy
on both ends
has me
by the
throat.
Why do I attract
broken girls
like abandoned
puzzle pieces?
Why do my words
not sit right
in my mouth
when I can’t
even stand up
and speak
for myself?
I don’t deserve
to be a
poet.
Literature
handle with care
there are 206 bones in the
human body. it only takes one good
squeeze and your neck can snap as
easily as a twig.
once, when i was at the grocery
store, i came across a crate of
peaches. they were on sale because
every single one was bruised and it
made me think, "we're all just pieces of fruit
left to rot. as soon as we've been dropped on the
floor, no one wants to help us back up."
i've forgotten how to think in poetics.
three months ago i would have
compared people to roses. pretty little petals
that can be crushed with just
one little pinch and thorny stems that
whisper "don't touch me."
but now,
i think we're more like
bombshel
Literature
you are, you will be
this is meant to be heard: https://soundcloud.com/c-e-moore/you-are-you-will-be-by-your-methamphetamine
--
my body
is beautiful
wait
no
fuck
try again with more
conviction this time.
my body is beautiful;
its curves ascend more than the rugged
Alps, they
fall like contradictions from a politically
incorrect statement, my body is the
pavement of my mind's highway but these
flyovers keep
collapsing, I'm
trapped under the debris of
esteem
(not self-esteem, that requires
a mind-heart team effort)
my lips have kissed all kinds of
royalty; my hands have polished enough
crowns and sworn fealty to the right
people. my loyal legs once opened
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Your writing is always achingly beautiful. And sometimes if I am lucky I can see sentences that seemed to come from my quiet life such as "I sold my dreams for antidepressants and apathy."
Hopefully though they will come back...
Hopefully though they will come back...