One Day I Shall Lay Down And Dieone day i shall lay down and dieand so for now here is my kiss, my golden-ness,my forehead pressed against yourslike two strange animals lost on a plain ofred sand. one day i shall lay down and die sonow here, let these birds pick me apart,show you it all, the torn underwearand the girl gazing at the soft glowon trees, the ferocious lion-loveweeping under the kitchen table. one dayi shall lay down and dieso for now i feast on beaches, your breath,the flutter of my dress sore against my skinsomeday i will find that peace,plant a spring-flower deep in my heart, land one last cool kisson the bow of your mouth and sl
Please, forgive me.Like lies, you saidI make breathing the cosmosthrough rose colored lungslook easy- vertebrae stretchedtoward the moon.& I'm hanging my bonesout to dry, carving Saturn'srings into my wrists- mystar burst ankles.I swore then I'd keep myblack tongued poetry& uprooted limbs far,far away from you.But, like lies, galaxies,& night fevers, youare the destinationon my star map skin.
1000 Paper CranesI.We whispered prayers into the corridorswhile I spoke into your ribcage,telling lies to our skeletonsto help you understand.you said they lovedwatching me wax poeticwhile I dripped candlelight into your hands.we watched the dust motescover our skinwhile I taught you how to fly.(you were always too afraid to falland too afraid to land).II.It wasn't lovesongs we sang;it was half-forgotten hymns.we never wanted to believebut you said ghosts existwithout compassion,and without sins.I told the doctorhis medication clipped your wings.III.I fed you sweet wordstucked in betweencandy-canesand licori
kitestrings.you confessed that when you were little you would pull apart monarch butterflies because they were much too beautiful-- so beautiful that they made you feel uneasy.(you always did call me the most beautiful thing you'd ever known.)it's almost december now, and the only reason i wish you were here is so you could make snow angels and i could rip off their wings.---you wanted a kite for your birthday, so i got you one that was shaped like a bat and we took it to the beach, watched it crash into the surf over and over until it was bent and broken. i rescued it from the tide and surfaced dripping saltwater -- you told me i looked like t
when writers cryAwake on strong, black coffee drinksWords on paper, liquid inkDreams of pen tips, future liesTragic stories, quotes of the wiseNights have carved their dark, deep valleysIn the hollows of my eyesFor you see, my friend, when writers cryThere are no tears, their cheeks are dryBut ink dipped fingers, worn out wristsChewed up nails and bloody fistsYou see, it's strange when writers cryTheir hearts are true, their words don’t lieThey mourn in silence for a few daysOf paper cuts and tear-less hazeOf coffee mugs and smoky paperLiquid spills, and water vaporSorry dreams and wasted hoursPutrid smells and dying flowers(Torn
a poem for terrible people.i want to write a poem about primrosesand how i am not a terrible person.-i am disordered but not disorderly. i am broken up.i think nice thoughts like "streetlight" and "linens,"and is there an instruction guide on happiness?i could write one for you.step one, paint your eyes cobalt blue. step two, hang fireworks from coat hangers. step three, turn into a dandelion. blow away.my heart tries to escape from my throat. okay,i am guilty in ways that you cannot tell anyone,ever, not even imaginary best friends. or real ones.or myself. freud says i am an iceberg, but i don'tknow if he means i am full of repressed though
Where are the Starsv1The world's tears have been dried upBy the hands of our machinesI asked the birds why They come here every springI search for the silver lining ( of a blue sky I'll never see)But its lost in all the bindings (of a monster I can never flee)c1Where are the stars in the endless blight? The guardians of a dark nightHidden behind, our constructionAll that i see, our destructionWhere are the stars in the endless blight? The guardians of the dark nightThe industrial smoke, its choking meCan anyone hear my lonely pleaV2The water that's blue like sapphire Is tainted by a liquid fireThe trees will never grow ta
CloudlessI've seen a blind womanGrowing cold outside,An older image of Our younger selves.She wears a shard of mirrorAnd a broken swordScreaming "Look at yourself!"She is the scales; she is the statue,She is what we should have always been,But she has long since been replaced by greed.This eternal rain of dust has fallenDown upon the scales,And they're broken,Rusted, and brown...Falling downWhat gives you the right toTake life away?In the dawning of our darkest hour, Who says what's right?What gives us the right toTake life away?While these images are cutting throughA cloudless September sky.
I Am A WriterI Am A Writer:Gentlemen, today I speak to youTo convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community.For so long have we been considered second-class;To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists.But today is not about freedom, today is about honour,Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all...I speak of those individuals, who take art from others.Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga.It matters not where you draw your source from,But every action impacts upon us as a community.Why?BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!When I craft my works, when I write each and ev
Rainbow DustStars made of nightmares and skies made of fearsHearts made of glass and a home built of tearsCries made of silence and words made of knivesDreams of the struggle to simply surviveSouls made of paper and minds made of flamesShe is a piece of their loveliest gameNo longer can she feel more than disgustEven a rainbow does turn into dust…
GayI am gay.I'm not a disease, I'm not a problemI'm not an afflictionI don't need treatment.I don't need helpI'm not sickI'm not confusedI'm not a sin.I am gay.I'm your daughterYour sisterYour friendYour co workerYour classmateYour acquaintanceA complete strangerI am gay.I need love, just like youI need smilesI need supportI need a hugI need a friendI need a familyI need acceptanceI need understandingI need youI am gay.I know what love isI know what pain isI know what hate isI know what life isI am gay.And I need you to love meThe same way you loved me before you knewI am gay.
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