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Apocalypsethunderous roar, raging sea and the sunken sea beneath,
this is the place we made,
and now it's coral,
now it's an aquarium for all sorts of under-sea life,
now it's a sponge's living room
it's a museum for the clown fish,
that swim around the highways
old ventricles and aortas that don't pump blood anymore
there's a lackluster sunset,
and a sincere lack of apologies,
\there's ghosts on the shore,
and they all look like me.
I was used to deathI thought I was used to death,
I built a coffin and it begun to float,
and as I floated through the window I began to hypothesize
maybe I'd just float right into the sun,
and my reincarnated carbons,
would limbo in an endless hell,
and that's when I thought I was used to death,
scattered atoms amongst a moving sea,
and that's when I quit trying to move,
and let it take me, where it will take me
time and time againI will stand and bear this,
wave by wave as the sea turns me into fine sand on a receding beach,
I will stand by, whether you want me to or not,
I will stand and bear this,
time and time again
for time is the only thing that forgives action
and the only thing that forgets words.
tapsthe taps keep running,
streams turn into creeks,
creeks to rivers,
until this lake turns into an ocean
and all I see is sea
Sonnet for Tayloryou were a warm ghost, a flickering face on a screen
I saw your smile once, manifest, lovely ghost I saw you
love, I turned to smoke and I turned green green green
I burn you down, you burnt up and it's nothing new it's nothing new
cinders, I singed myself, my lungs turned to crisp I crumple to ash
I loved you dear, I loved you tender,
we splintered still, a thundering crash
my loving heart starved itself slender
yet, warmed in your embracing words, I took your soul
I bent you in thirds, two for me and one for you
I cheated you out, I stole I stole I stole
from you, your beating love, I broke, pursued.
if only I could. Repay that unrepairable debt,
love, I'd mend your heart, I'd rewind the cassette
I met you by the fire,
our tears fed a love,
but to know I burned you...
dear, those hours by your side turned to weeks
and the weeks turned to months
which turned to stones in my heart,
sinking me sinking you,
you gave me years
and I just left you with my fears,
tears after tears,
Sonnet for Danielle no. III remember your worst, but your best still keeps its place,
in my heart your gentle name, in my heart your pretty face,
you were not the monster I cast you as, your role was sweet your character was kind,
I remember that, but you threw it all behind,
we made a beautiful thing, our graces crossed and we created this city,
and it was huge, and it was golden, it was pretty,
our towers shook hands with the sun, our place was filled with life,
and we died a million deaths for this place, we slit a thousands wrists with one knife
we struck out lines, we burned out photos, we broke picture frames,
we cursed at each other, we slept around, we called each other names
we made something beautiful, we knew it too well,
I built you a statue in my heart, it crumbled, it fell
I look at you now, and you're better than you ever were,
you crawled out of the rubble, as I sleep in it and do not stir
despaciothe lull she left me in...
there was a roaring sound, and then silence fell from the sky
a curtain. Of dark-ness came,
I am atrasado, despacio,
I am quiet violence,
she left me a spire of clouds, she left me a migrant smoke
I was a whirlwind whipping around without sound,
ripping through the sky like a vertical line of quiet discontent
a lightning strike, with no thunder,
ripping the ground asunder, plucking it apart with anger,
the ground does not shake but the mountains move miles and the rivers run around,
this city was built on a shoreline that is now many continents away,
and it takes a man
and the man, breaks
Sonnet for Danielle no. Ipropogator, I rarely even hush thy name,
but here we are again, you fan the flames
coals now, but breathing hearts
blown upon, a jump-start
I bleed, bled and will continue to bleed,
for you, I find solace in it again to spread the seeds
a friendship renewed a ship re-float,
stick me with another knife. I'll fetch your coat
my patience is not ill mannered, it is temperance
it is patience, a semblance of what once was love, but not ill timed entrance
not another chance, not another go
we are gone, you were too slow
your name is again idle, I forgot, I forgave
I quit, I caved.
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
Before My Mouth Told You I Was Sickbefore my mouth told you i was sick, there were
the fingers that wrapped around cups and cups of tea.
i sipped oceans.
i sipped the seven seas
and my ribs were the rainstick that
sent shivers pattering like some
down your swaying, praying spine.
there were the hurricanes.
that is what you came to call them,
my eyes burst into lightning,
my chest quaked with thunder,
when my ribs heaved with the monsoon
that was my breath
until i collapsed, shaking, into your
beach house arms.
there were the missing beats.
sometimes my heart slowed, stopped,
staggered home drunk to gasp morse-code warnings
between my aching ribs.
sometimes the stillness was so perfect
(and alone so tempting)
that i wished for the beat
to wander far and
to be forever lost.
there were the ribs, and the collarbones.
i was a mountain range with
blood in my rivers,
you saw the carrot sticks
(oh god how could you)
and you let me feed myself with
there was the blood i was suppose
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
you're wearing isadora's scarvesoh, i hope you never love me, satyr-girl.
misanthropic mistress, i am coughing up
crows & bleeding blue beneath pocked
vessels; these worn teeth may be ink-
cavities, but i have never been your poet boy.
3:00amThere's always fear amidst his joy,
a little voice in the back of his head,
warning him of everything that might go wrong.
Yet, the nightly ghosts and the monsters
who lurk and scratch the floor under her bed,
were just the myths of a man who
wanted an excuse to hold her each night.
He doesn't think like this anymore,
he lies awake and ponders as the shadows
sway in their tribal dance along the walls,
and wholeheartedly hopes, that they
will rip a frustrated scream out of his throat
one that's loud enough to conceal the nagging voice.
"Oh my boy, haven't I warned you?
Love is a sin, don't come near
fairy-tales are only meant for books,
but you dove right in, driven by a foolish need.
You've tasted the bitter end of a blade
roles switched, now you're the monster she fears."
"She says your smile is beautiful,
like a sun shining so bright, a strength through your pain,
yet she fails to see the poisonous thorns
you nurtured with treason and grudge.
She doesn't know
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
momentous-occasionI choose you, the lack of,
give up on your love,
off the tower, a momentous occasion,
dive, and test thy wings,
I feel the cooler air free,
but the ground getting larger and larger,
waiting for my wax to dry,
my drugs to kick,
your spine to crack,
waiting, for my heart to sink,
and there it goes, to the bottom of your fishbowl,
I'm your pet, you can just,
pick me up and set me back,
you could show me off but all you do is let me down.
are my expectations too great, or do you have "standards"?
twist the knife, these drugs don't work like they used to,
I could cry and drown in the ice,
my fridge has been on the fritz,
with my dizzy spells, forgetful nature,
lost, wake, deja vu, lost, I wake up in a strange place,
and you're never here, but I see your signs.
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