when thinking of you
i like a smoke or six
drive a poisonstick
deep into my lungs
rot might reach my brain
erase our wheezing laughs
nights of nicotine haze
smog mixing with sweat
you're fumes of a cig
wispy, wonderful whirls
absorbed into corners
never to be seen again
smelling of burnt skin
i'm pulled from nostalgia
and light another match
Selective collective
- coagulating -
regret accumulating against you.
Re - living it was the easy part.
No way. There was no light.
Cellophane whispers
the glow of a ghost.
- heart murmurs -
I paused to savor the expansion of blood in my arteries.
A declaration of demons
- monstrosity -
impressionable weaponry.
But honestly, I was just like them. I just wanted my pound of flesh.
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winter nights, summer daze
i beat my fists along the dirt.
i am exhaling smoke and fireflies in angst.
soft teenage rebellion pulses through my veins
and yet i am freezing.
i will become a stone angel in the moonlight
forever frozen in my desperation to escape.
yet as the sun begins to set
and my toes begin to change color
i will sit along the shoreline, crying out
"I exist I exist!"
Let's lose our faces tonight
Chemical anxiety and paper highs
Thrown to the curb by something stronger, small and white
While stars burn out their insides; Prometheus in the sky.
I always thought you were a lie:
Stinking pop culture curling bright around my eye
But now I wonder if your treasure is something I could find
Leaping from the bass lines into my frenzied, eager mind.
I am nervous
unsettled, unprepared
impressed to the point of
intoxication
perhaps I am playing the part of
a girlchild, reincarnated from something striped
hands-shaking, violin bones (high-
strung)
perhaps it is/has been/will be
you
is it cliché to make comparisons to
kryptonite, to
an envelope delivered with a
white settling of
anthrax?
your smile tangles with the
half-poetry you breathe out instinctively, sharp and
wintered
you are surprising like
frostbite. the soft teeth of morning
freeze; and I, dull, wordless,
naive and lightning-struck
I am nervous
What is this
on the next horizon
holding strong against the wind,
it is a figment,
it is an oil stain,
it is something
less than a blur
and more than a photograph.
You told me once
you would break my stars,
tear them from the sky and devour them
s l o w l y.
I neglected to tell you
they all had their own feelings
and your bruises form my own constellation
in the quiet valleys of my firefly skin.
I am the milky way.
And you, my sweet-
You are nothing more
than a dead star
with a pretty name.
I dreamt of a flood and you were the water by blackdahlia911, literature
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I dreamt of a flood and you were the water
Light bulb eyes,
burning through me like
electric currents,
Your waves
crash into me
as I dream,
your ocean spits me out
through seaweed teeth,
and I love you,
but you blink light
and breathe water,
so not only am I blind,
I am drowning.
unfathomed depths by DeadSilenceRotsInMe, literature
Literature
unfathomed depths
It took years
to build a home
like that.
Dreams he had,
reality in which
he is.
It took years...
A house
in which he
creates peace,
but the pieces
of happiness
are too small.
It took years...
Dreams he had,
life he lives,
emptiness he feels,
even walls whisper.
Days are long,
and almost the same,
nothing new to
awake the joy,
dreams are buried
a long time ago,
tho man still lives.
Empty and sad,
angry and bitter,
he still lives in the house
in which he used to
plan his future,
dreams that kept him alive,
tho pieces of happiness
are too small,
it took years to built
a home like that.
It took years
fo