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they came like phantoms;
oceanic whispers left me washed out.
those gossamer ghosts that lined
the doorways-- eyes in a constant
state of surprise as they reached for me:
needle fingers pricked, fueling
my addictions. they ached
for my veins, entangled like
the strings of my paper heart
and they stained my skin,
amethyst bruises in the shape
of recognition.
their breaths were the heavy hums
of a forgotten lullaby "one day you
will leave, and you will fade into a
virulent void, like us. you will warm
our icy bones, and we will love you,
like no one else can.
go back to sleep, little girl, we will
come again" with their cerulean
secrets painted on my arms,
they became the empty walls.
I wake up alone, and silence
falls. I only hear the echo of
my hungering heart.
oceanic whispers left me washed out.
those gossamer ghosts that lined
the doorways-- eyes in a constant
state of surprise as they reached for me:
needle fingers pricked, fueling
my addictions. they ached
for my veins, entangled like
the strings of my paper heart
and they stained my skin,
amethyst bruises in the shape
of recognition.
their breaths were the heavy hums
of a forgotten lullaby "one day you
will leave, and you will fade into a
virulent void, like us. you will warm
our icy bones, and we will love you,
like no one else can.
go back to sleep, little girl, we will
come again" with their cerulean
secrets painted on my arms,
they became the empty walls.
I wake up alone, and silence
falls. I only hear the echo of
my hungering heart.
Literature
Serenissima
Slumbering suns
take a midmorning nap;
alleyways bright with
golden ladies,
their smiles canal-deep.
Nightfall brings guides:
stone sighs and dead light,
(never so alive).
Literature
remuneration
there were dreams of abasement, tearing up at the thought of
the noxious corners of your eyes. i saw them at a glance and fell
headfirst in the Styx, catching billowing waves of uncertainty and
heartache. they crashed with a decade-begrudged mind that was far
from healing -- far from me.
and though the fall was abrasive and the
waves, their own harangue, their heartache
and toxins faded & found graphite talismans
engraved in a red wrist warmer.
the ground that my blood decorated, with a history of broken bone
marrows now showed how unnecessary a transplant w
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voidfriend
i.
her eyes
never land.
a scape claimed
no matter how sharp
her intake,
or the orbits
aligned by her will,
or the scope
of the aperture
filled.
lips fueled
and begging
to be ignited.
ii.
she can't fight it.
cracks in the visor
and pressure leaks.
a void
asking her hand
and her peace
as the tip
of her tongue
starts to freeze.
spidered sight
and face
like a shard
divided.
iii.
"if i have to be breathless,"
she finally states,
"i'd prefer it to be by the trident."
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"Just woke up with another fear."
This poem was mostly an excuse for me to do this reading.
warning: silly poetic rambles accompany link clicking. danger ahead
edit: DLD Pick of the Day [link]
This poem was mostly an excuse for me to do this reading.
warning: silly poetic rambles accompany link clicking. danger ahead
edit: DLD Pick of the Day [link]
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Congratulations on the DLD on this amazing, amazing piece poetry, sugarplum