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T h i n k i n gI want to write of the tiger
crouched in my doorway,
the smirking hyenas at my bedside,
Apollo's love life,
beautiful Seattle skies I only dream about,
and girls with dragon scaled spines.
But it's all just tornadoing
around inside my head,
bouncing off my castle walls
straight jacket medicine
in an attempt to save me from myself.
So, I'm going to sit here, in the dark
as the clock tictictics away the minutes
of my evening as I stare into the face
of everything I've yet to write.
S u p e r n o v aI left my heart in the elevator
1,000 floors above your own.
Humming mismatched melodies
to the fallen stars
in your outstretched palms
Your curling fingers
reached out to empty galaxies.
You always longed to leap
from the tallest of skyscrapers,
Believing yourself an angel
who'd merely forgotten how to fly-
As I forgot to tell you:
aren't as pretty
as they sound.
Je t'aimeShe told me, "I love you this much!"
stretching her arms out
as far as they could go, fingers taught
I looked at her, eyes smiling
and asked, "Only that much?"
"That's all there is." She replied.
And I agreed,
"Vast oceans can not compare our our love,
We're all mad here.God's biggest mistake,
She sanded away
just to see her wishbones.
Calling boys peaches,
hoping they'd taste
just as sweet
Mad cats and top hats
had her questioning
her own rose garden reality.
Because upside down
is right side up,
and holy rollers think her
much too butch for her own good.
As she prefers lipstick kisses
over slithering tongues.
Sometimes I wish I knew the girls I write about.Believing God speaks to her in riddles,
She feels most alive
when hanging out of windows.
A fearless free faller
with an adventurers heart,
and innocent New York eyes.
and impossible to snuff out-
Forgive her, sweet father,
for she has sinned.
It's been three
Witch TrialI believe I was a ginger headed poet in a past life,
who wrote love through magik spells
burning candle wax, whispering incantations
under a full moon and painting pale,
naked flesh with dirt and ash.
Dancing with ghostly ravens through flames,
to the thumpthumpthump of my storm heart,
as it became one with the earth.
I roared my passions and my glory
to the heavens above, laughing
like a crazy eyed crone for the sake
of those who feared me.
My witches tongue, hissing, 'Come hither!'
as heat licked my shoulders like an old lover,
It tastes like love.I could speak of her in riddles,
in aged, anatomy textbook terminology-
but, I wont.
You see, I cuffed this angel to my bedpost.
I sank my teeth into feathers she wore like a cage
and asked if I was dreaming, because Love,
you're not holding me. If you only knew the you in my head,
every night--tearing with these heavenly fingers
at the cracks in my sanity- you would allow me this!
Her tongue tastes my tears; nails clawing, clawing, clawing-
she takes away my pain,
but she doesn't belong to me either.
"We are but wolves.
Tell me, what does my blood taste like?"
He's the kind of boyWith calloused fingers
this boy trails poetry
down the length of spines.
smell like lemon drops,
and taste of sweet poison.]
He carries a tattered
notebook in one hand,
and an ink pen
in the pocket
closest to his heart.
[The paper romantic
who warms lonely
His dreams are bigger
Too much for just one.
When I die--I don't want
the last thing I see
to be a fan, spinning
round and round,
or an off white ceiling.
The smell of clean death
Hospital beds. I want a kiss
to steal my last breath
Like they do in the movies.
For those who know me:
I want to die happy
with music from the
'Top 25' of my ipod
played at my funeral.
And I don't care
if they don't make sense.
Because that was me!
I was an old soul,
a mess of puzzle pieces
and confusing metaphors
all jumbled up into one package.
AquariusShe is the winter's heart
and a January zephyr—
amethyst ankles frozen in time.
(eleven stars circulate her glacial ribs)
Forever shin-deep in the seas of
a conformed humanity,
she shall always sanctify the stains.
AstrologicalI have lost myself to
Venus & Mars,
tangled in their mismatched limbs.
Just dream dust & shattered prayers
begging for a new set of skin
(she can't remember where she orbits).
Pluck these fractured wings;
the Sun & Moon no longer ache
to see me fly in their luster.
Unheard of and undefinedSometimes,
I have this sudden impulse to
bite off my tongue.
It wasn't made for
pretty words and kept promises
in the first place.
Back to back and
straight on til daybreak,
our soliloquy seems never ending.
When was the last time
you remembered to cry for all the broken hearts
that were not your own?
Land of the Crimson Moon
Land of the Rising Sun
Beams of Hope Snaking across Fragmented skies
Like fingers combing Silky strands of hair
Dominated by Great Stones, revealing Life's path
Rolling Green women of Righteous Jealousy
Bathing in Rays that Gleam on bright Glorious waters
Bathing in the rays of the Sea's Young
Peaking eye of Waking Curiosity
Shedding its wonders, streaking across hues of vibrant blues and greens
Vivid violet Vivacious Breast of Fertile beauty
Thrusting from a Fruitful and rich Origin
Spreading Royal arms of Litheness, stretched Skyward
Assisting Hands of Hope latching onto the Distraught
A Slender, slumped back of Lively and Cheerful burden
Grinning in the Face of the World
Land of a Moon painted Crimson with the Life Blood of Countless Ancestral Struggles
Crimson with Glory and Honor
Crimson with Myth and Reality
Crimson with the Strength to Overcome the Tides of Erosion
Painted by Bold Strokes of Cherry
Bold Thumps of a Vigorous and Insurmountable Heart
Accompanied by Whitened Unbrea
skinwalkershe was a vicious prion,
anomalous & infectious—
my fractured mind was the
perfectly unsuspecting host.
i was so ashamed of life
& you had all the answers.
"don't let me go,"
she hissed each night,
coating my flesh in a
(it was just too damn easy
to grasp your viral hands.)
i know my ribcage is almost on empty
& my heart is converting to toxic waste,
but i still have a feverish serum in my veins
& a voice not yet conquered by broken bones.
your plague of malevolence
shall never govern me again.
Tick tickHe could hardly breathe
But his heart was still beating
A broken rhythm
A Phsycotic tempo
He didn't know the time
But he still heard the seconds go by
Swirling around him
Something was saying
His time was over
He didn't have wings
But he was flying away
I couldn't catch him
The wind carried him away
Were cold and bloody
And he bled
Dripping in tempo with the clock
It struck twelve
Like knifes and swords
And he bled
AbsenceShe used to lie awake all night
consuming letters with voracity;
it was the utopian lair she created
to slip away from the turbulent world.
Only too soon she learned
that you can't always hide
within parchment crevices.
(reality always finds you)
Even now, when she yearns to fall between printed canyons,
she can't help but curse those passive and lethargic days;
"It's too damn easy to fall in love with words on a page."
curiouser and curiouserseventeen years &
still chasing white rabbits,
it's no wonder i've never
been in love.
we're all mad here;
no one can find the road to
(i don't know
where to go)
let's fall down a hole.
(i'm just a chrysalis
with no butterfly wings)
off with my head when it
can only imagine nonsense
& clockwork hearts.
give me a cheshire's smile-
i want to know
what it feels like
to be in wonderland.
No Longer AnonymousNo longer can I remain anonymous, just another girl checking in for her doctor's appointment. The moment I tell them the visit is to be billed to the state, and present this voucher, which might as well be painted in bright red blood, dripping and leaving a breadcrumb trail for all, with a neon sign that reads "sexual assault," I become that girl.
I see the way their eyes change. I see how they look at me. The hardness of the day, painted in the lines on their face, softens, just a bit. Their eyes, normally cold and focused, now try to melt my heart with their temporary concern.
I sit in the waiting room amongst the anonymous people. There's the elderly couple across from me; the Hispanic family: three kids occupied by the mom while the dad talks loudly on the phone, his bulbous body exceeding the chair he sits on; the blonde woman with her adorable blonde-headed daughter in the white linen dress; and all the other an
Tarot"I'll tell you your future,
for a price." The trees whispered,
hot like cinnamon, their branches
reaching like skeleton fingers to grab me.
But, my thick dragon scale skin
would not budge. I knew my future
and no amount of spreads or
the many creases in my palms
could tell me what I already knew
"Silly loversMy future's filled with fools."
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