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fairytales and regurgitation your pacifistic smile makes myfairytales and regurgitation by ~capricordestin
outside-me
curl
into a similar shape, cynically
[morning moods]
"anything is possible,"
you whisper, "chickens
can fly, trees will outlive you
and bananas do not
grow towards the light-"
you stole the words
i used to lisp when you were
hopelessly
into painting realistic portraits
and you [such a tragedy]
only spoke to me in dead languages
well, my brain
refuses to reply, twisting
like tentacles of a baby-sized octopus
craving for food
so we'll fill ourselves
with literature, eat and eat
the crumbly
yellow-ish pages of
knowledge, stained with coffee
regurgitation
and again
it is noon a
days of static I heard music in her veins. Her heart opened up indays of static by !littleuniverse
blossoming flowers &
solo birds.
I wanted you to melt me into colors, to
hold me in the light- my skin
shimmering in green pools &
light
pollution
I have no
solutions, I'm crumbled up in
leaves.
The sun on my breath, & your figure
leaving.
Light & wind swim
through your curtains
I lay alone in
them.
Dearest Emily They say your life was spentDearest Emily by =dreamsinstatic
in empty spaces, concealed and lonely.
No stroke of pen can express
just how your words seduce me.
Your lips I kiss are leather bound,
your supple verse unfurling
and splayed before me lay the dream
of your tender words returning.
I dip my fingers between the folds
of your silken volume's crest
and long to memorize the rhythms
of the heart beneath your breast.
Your somber shade comes alive
and draws shadows down upon me
I long to peel that veil from your skin
and set that broken heart free.
Though my words can never reach
through the cobwebs clotting time
I will wade within inky seas
and submerg
codes won't listen i am endings underneath throats.codes won't listen by ~breathingglassstars
corpulent and wild, sucking
water from lungs to keep
faults alive.
love is a risk.
love is a fault.
i swim within rudders
spraying green water
angry and beaten
against storm drains.
water belongs nestled in
every lung.
i disappear beneath
fault's teeth
corroding until
i end.
lock II lock lipslock II by ~draecana
lock doors
lock and key
secrets that never
really were just that.
and, oh!, so easily picked;
plucked like the apple of my eye.
you lick the juice from
dainty fingertips;
delicate bird-bone hands;
that i always admired
for their deft way
of pulling on my heartstrings,
and making me dance
oh!, so gracefully
to your perfectly planned minuet.
every step in time with every chord
you wring from the instrument in my chest.
but play on, play on, dearheart,
i would hate to disabuse you of the notion
that the strings you break
are not the ones
that made
and kept me
your
little
puppet.
Left my heart in San Francisco You held my hand for nearly the entire week,Left my heart in San Francisco by ~SpiritFingers
down every street, on the train,
and in the last moments before we fell asleep.
We were in San Francisco,
where no one would find our love strange,
but we were also very young, and
I was just getting used to the freedom
of touching your face whenever I wanted to.
I wish I hadn't been so scared,
I wish I had kissed you more often.
But we were happy.
You bought us a Frank Sinatra CD,
because there was a stereo in our hotel room
and it got quiet at night.
If I had asked you for a dance,
around the bed and by the window,
would you have taken my hand?
I wish I had asked
she echoed she echoed Plath's platitudesshe echoed by *Hersoftestsoul
with frightening austerity
and I whispered "darling,
all is but you
and the world is not whole"
but (she)
in her grim-fashioned
ribcage
listened not to the pharaoh's
moanings
and pretended to count seashells
but really spun
axleblades
and I'm left to wonder
of how much worth is the sun
truly?
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