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If I were to write to you
in a series of mistakes
and past contemplations,
my letter would go as far
as your spirits would lead you.
And if the truth
on whether or not
Love conquers all borders
and builds the foundations
for our bony, crannied bridges
changes the way we see ourselves
then darling--
consider yourself lucky.
Fortunate of the long growing madness
that was never yours to bare
nor witness.
Neither torn or crumpled
by the inner peace
void in the barren yet thirsty deserts
we call our hearts.
life hangs on the edge
of your own mouth
but the decision to fall
is tempting
Trust me, I know-
it's how fear works.
do more than peer through a cave,
look where you would think
to hide
the way none of us ever could
in the darkness.
Leave me behind, darling.
I am too weary and you are far too young.
The world is too fast and you are too wonderful.
Literature
dear,
when i first met you,
terror chilled down
the heat
of my
louisiana
spine.
i shivered
& my heart
began to build
walls over walls
over walls-
beating:
fuck this,
i won’t let them
hurt you, again.
i have a tendency
to get knocked
off my feet
& not know
how to get back up.
i’m still crawling around,
searching for your heart
beats under my bed
& between my tangled
sheets.
i am pathetic.
but,
you were all crooked,
misshapen insecurities
& nights of forgetting
to take your zoloft.
i didn’t think I would miss that.
i didn’t think I would miss you.
you fell like a meteor
for him, hours after
you demolished me.
& i ca
Literature
The Breaths Between Us
i'm minutes away
from the collision site
counting backward
the breaths between us
and the lost time
between lives
tripping over
clock guts, sprung
our hallway uncoils
from the
quantum grandfather's
open doors
his walnut lean
almost unwound
almost over
i'm seconds away
from the before
and after
of our near-miss
counting sideways
the beads of air
between us
and the imperfections of
side-whispered murmurs
in a rumored heart
a stuttering mass
almost unwound
almost over
this broken belled
lost-time clock
has lost hold
of the lives
Literature
Poetry,
you’re a
temperamental bitch
that moans when I go.
You compare
alcohol
to happiness.
You creep
from throats
& bones
like some
hungry monster.
But Poetry,
language
was invented
for you.
You awoke
a rhythm
between my
fingertips
that still
taunts
me.
You’re either a
vital organ,
or blood.
However, Poetry,
are you cheaper
than the women
in the empty spaces
of my life-
or the secrets
I write
between my thighs?
Poetry,
I am Fifty Shades
of girl.
Why should I feed you?
Do you know
what to do
with my body
when you are merely
ink stained fingers
soaked in passing
& the fevers
conjured
within burning stars?
I didn’t think
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In writing, you must kill all your darlings.
-various cited authors, most commonly William Faulkner and/or Allen Ginsberg
God help me I am way too obsessed with Daniel Radcliffe's "Kill Your Darlings." It is the best damn thing I've ever watched recently. God, Harry Potter's so grown up I'm so proud! <3
too cliche?
a bit cheesy?
does it feel disjointed, especially the first stanza?
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In writing, you must kill all your darlings.
-various cited authors, most commonly William Faulkner and/or Allen Ginsberg
God help me I am way too obsessed with Daniel Radcliffe's "Kill Your Darlings." It is the best damn thing I've ever watched recently. God, Harry Potter's so grown up I'm so proud! <3
too cliche?
a bit cheesy?
does it feel disjointed, especially the first stanza?
Featured in:
TwilightPoetess's Celebrating All of You (part 2)
SeaPlume's (Very Late) Poetry Screams Winners!
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I love this. Love the movie too.
(I've been watching it non stop so... yeah.)
(I've been watching it non stop so... yeah.)