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Collection of poetic nothings.We were opal Tuesdays,
mosaic butterflies
tattooed into the
rose garden curve
of my vertebrae,

gliding me through this wild youth.

But, like Icarus—
I was a sky conqueror
& these silk wings

touched the sun.

-

My inhalations are heavy,
like the earth he bruises
beneath his fingertips
as I chase silence.

"You've got a tongue
made for words." He says
against the arrogant thorns
of my briar spine.

"Learn to love yourself."

-

How do I say I love you
without saying I love you?

"I want to replace my heart with you."

-

You are spider silk woven
into my harvest moon
heartstrings, spider
limbs traveling this road map
of s
No wander about it, just lust.You were a mid-morning train wreck,
the embodiment of poetry.

& my clavicles whispered too many nothings
about your summer storm hands,
folding like paper cranes
to make wishes upon themselves.

wishes are for the weak-
stand up,
do something about this quaking heart
& freezing fingers.

Anything.

I think I found God then,
lurking behind wanderlust eyes.
lub-dubThere are lovers
I will never be able to
crawl out from underneath;

I’m caving in, lungs
no longer able
to exhale lovely things.

However hollow, I’ve got
these artist hands,

these god hands of mine
that can save lives.

What’s the point
when I’ve got little
writer veins

& no one can ever seem
to find my pulse?
The rule of nines.I know more about half-moon palms
than most know about lifelines

the kind that beg dandelion child,
love-yourself-breathless.

I know about forged castle ribs & broken homes.

Myths that are half fact & imaginary friend
turned bogieman -

Fangs that tear clear through ice-bone hearts
like they are nothing but pretty paper
to be folded over, again & again & again
by the hands of quivering youths:

Icarus, the reincarnated
sky conqueror searching for warmth.
Muse:She corrodes star shapes into
the hearts of sleeping poets,
slowly, methodically.
astrological.i.   On some nights,
    street lights guide
    this lonely heart
    to her lonely bed.

ii.  In this universe of twilight skin
    & mismatched bones,
    I wonder just how many poems sleep
    beneath the inkwell of her eyes.

iii.  My body is a house of stars,
     and her palms are black holes
     sucking ( me ) into their vortex of

     nothing.

iv.   She says, "Please—my moon,
     please—give these bones a reason
     to stay."

    & I am whispering lovelies
    into the sanctuary of her heartbeats.

v.   "Goddess temple,
     sunset eyes, &
     my windowpane love-

     Let us eat the stars
     t
fly.this is hard for the world around us to grasp:
these wildfires raging in our retinas
& the sins we wear like demonic similes
on our tongues- they are not enough.

& i am so fucking sorry of saying i'm sorry.

but, tell me,
what is a young poet(ess) to do
with veins made of kite strings?
I think you left a piece of you in me.This tangled mess you call a heart,
daisy veins & sin;
She's bringing me down.
& you were merely shivering
kite-string clavicles.

Nothing,

pressing winter bones
against my sun-stricken mouth,
darkness searching for a home
buried in my lungs.

You whispered breathe me
lovely in the inhale/exhale
of carbon dioxide suicide.

She speaks only of you now,
lonely & mourning beats-

Crack open this damn ribcage;
set me
           free.
August Lover,I want to wrap myself in your air,
hold your secrets between my
ribcage-embrace & just
                      breathe.
astrology.i lost my cigarettes today while
sparing kisses to too many witches
with apastron blackberry tongues.

& like the scattered stars of scars,
saturn's rings whispered secrets
to the telescope eyes of these strangers
cradling galaxies between lovely bones-

( their fingertip heat
knowing nothing of intermissions. )
Dear Poetry,I might be dangerously on the verge of being poetic, but-

Sometimes I don't feel me in my own skin.
I am too many breaks between pulses,
& a heart still living in the autumn of 99.

I'm telling stories about a girl.

A soul made of ink & godly metaphors,
too much for a non-homeostatic body.

There were once fireflies in her smile,
alight between the gaps in her teeth.

A rebel,
love letters carved into wrists
she never sent.

Poetry,

She is Porphyria, & you are her lover.
Sun Child,I am freezing
& I am hungry
for fever’s lips-
her inky fingers
purging
a dry stomach.

My body is an ocean,
my limbs, but oars.
My tongue & teeth,
a life raft
keeping this madness
from sinking into blue.

Offering up 102 degrees
of skin;
You would think
I had something to say.
wet scribbles, tattooed tragedyI am shedding my skin
like the poetry that bleeds
from your ink-cracked lips
onto the bare bones of my
anatomy.

Unfold these moon-shy limbs
that chase silence
& beg stay-with-me.

For you are the only verse
hidden within this labyrinth
of scar-damaged flesh.
Scorpion"Show me your bones."

the atlas of her thighs quaked
as she misplaced her skin
in the backseat of his car.

"I'm a scorpion, you know-"

a messy promise
folded napkin-neat.

"Prove it."

& she smirked,
sure of her limbs,
her scars, & her teeth.

"I dare you to stake claim to this clavicle."
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that made me love her.

She was a sinking ship,
and I longed to descend
into the watery depths
of her eyes-

just
to see
how long
I could hold
my breath.

It was the bruises sleeping
on the curve of her hips
that called to me like hungry sirens.

Licking her salty lips,
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I am trying to be honest,

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but I write so fucking flowery
it makes me sick,
rose scented stars & love.


No.


Her: helpless as a lamb,


I want raw, aching
bone against bone
exploring the exposed, naked
poetry of her universe-

( warm, celestial hands
        forging sandcastle ribs. )

Southern earth beneath her feet,
wanderlust burned like Apollo's touch
into her spinal cord,  please awaken
the empty space between her skin


& mine.

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Mood: Mesmerized ~Firebirdfly Feb 17, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
You're a really beautiful writer, and you're not wasting your talent! :D Thanks for posting, this is just.... jaw-dropping.
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~DearPoetry Feb 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much for the compliment! It means a lot!
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*Tina-RPs-PointGiver Feb 3, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
THis is so very amazing and truth rings in this and the words that you used is amazing I'm no expert in poetry but this is one of the best I have read. it is simple but has a lot of emotion weaves into it. Amazing job!
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~DearPoetry Feb 11, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much! :heart:
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*Tina-RPs-PointGiver Feb 11, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
your very welcome^^
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*Kieran-W Jan 26, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I love this poem! Reality dripping from every word. lol I am not a poet at all, but I love your work. It inspires me in mine, just waanted to let you know :)
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~DearPoetry Feb 11, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Glad to be of some inspiration to you!
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*Kieran-W Feb 11, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
:)
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~starshinexx Jan 26, 2013  Student Writer
I think you said everything I've ever wanted to say about my writing better than I ever could. I want raw, powerful, hungry and roaming, mind boggling, what is the universe really made of poetry. flowery is good but not when its all you can do.
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~DearPoetry Jan 26, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
...Another one trick pony.
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