I'm feeling lucky so take my hand.
Let's be slammed against the ground by the music
and the nervous beating of our teenage hearts.
ImmuneI do not pretend
the earth loves me.
Darwin breathes down my neck.
The ocean breathes down my bones.
I am a flute hollowed
by spittle and rain. And I am not
special, nor alone.
I had an ear infection when I was newborn. Two
hundred years ago I would have died from it. I
would have been cut short -
small and screaming.
Every time I step outside at night, the trees tell me:
you’re not safe. A thousand antibiotics
can’t make you safe.
I’m not frightened.
I would lie myself down and wait for the tide.
I would do it any day.
to everything there is a seasonI.
as a flower or a man,
i shall burst,
as a corpse, i shall
peel away, and
return to the earth,
the air. i'll be in
your lungs yet.
look, it’s not that i’m not
a little bit charmed
by the concentric circles
of existence, and the love,
the bitter, bright and
it’s not that i don’t like
carrying this body that is a miracle,
a miracle in the sum of its parts.
kahlo got it, she knew what
she was talking about –
but i won’t put words
in a dead woman’s mouth.
and the hot sweat of it here,
the pain, the fuck and the sour wine
of it here,
it isn’t really chaining me
down. i’m thinking of
did i ever tell you
i’d like to die on my back,
looking at the sky?
in one of those faraway places
i saw from the car as a child, the top of a hill
seen from a distance; someone else’s farm,
someone else’s land. someone else’s emptiness,
a thin line of grass between
dirt and the inf
Keep your powder dryi.
he looks away, the lines under
and around his mudded eyes as
known to me as my own,
as known to me as the hot air
of the death months, the death December,
the blowfly fester, the light stretched
and bright to breaking;
as known to me
as the eucalyptus leaves
that are slicks of fragrant summer
in every January of every year I have
ever lived –
as known to me as the smell of my
floating ’cross the ruined cities
of Christmas lunch –
i am six. he puts the air rifle
against my shoulder, and tells me to
pull the trigger tight.
i’ll try, dad,
The Purple and the SunSpill your blood on the seven swords –
as darkness comes, they are shouting
Artos, Artos, Artos.
You are not just a man. I’ll say it again,
even as you sweat and grunt, shag-headed,
terrible and real. You are not just a man. Let your
heavy head fall, and become
the bones of the hills
and the birds
of the sky.
Let them claim you for their own,
Emperor, o Emperor,
even as the smoke tastes bitter
on your tongue. The Sun is setting,
and the thing is done. Die, and live forever,
with what you’re given.
A crown of oak leaves,
and a lake,
for your resting place.
Fracta CostasI've broken my ribs
so many times, it's not true,
just thinking of you.
I've truly fractured
the entirety of my abdomen just
holding my breath for you,
My Costae have splintered,
my Spine has snapped,
and I'm still holding my
diaphragm down to the pits of my
torso awaiting you.
My Liver has practically dissolved itself,
I've been waiting so long -
my Kidneys have gotten,
like roses, knotted around each other,
and my digestive tract;
you've rendered my inability to eat
more powerful than before.
My Lungs (my Lights) are swollen with
carbonated aire swilling around in
the bottom of my alveoli.
And my Heart -
well, I've been meaning to ask where you put it.
Space fills the cavity in my chest,
stardust holds it steadfast,
while I stay up late,
wake up early,
peel my ears for
I've broken my ribs
so many times, it's not true,
just thinking of you.
Untitledyou are (the sun)
the center of my erratic universe
and I am just
a cloud of recycled dust
pulled in by your gravity.
hold me baby,
just for a little while before
my heart implodes
and I cease to exist
CareI want warmth
I can feel it
on the tip of my fingers
But I'm too cowardly
and too scared
to tell you
how much I care.
You could leave me.
That is LoveWhen we are together
Even silence is lovely
With each other's company
No need for constant
Without the meaningless
Conversations are much more
Meaningful between us
Our lack of words communicates
Better than any language ever could
I love you
Three simple words
But the meaning they hold
Blows the minds of mortals
These tiny words
Hold the most meaning of all
I fall asleep in your arms
And you are content just to hold me
That is love
We discuss deep subjects
Then move right along to the random ones
That is love
Love is patient
Even when we aren't
Love is kind
Even in the darkest of times
Love never fails
Even when it seems to die
An ode to true loveYou are the lighthouse guiding me to safe shores
The sunrise in the early morn
A place I call home when I'm held in your arms
A refuge I take when the world starts to break
The fortress that protects and keeps me safe
A warm smile to return to after a long hard day
The heavenly touch that drives out my fears
A body to lay next to when the wind rustles the trees
The same heart that beats in tune for the same worthy cause
The hot flicker of passion that ignites our cores
Your kiss that tastes like honey on my tender lips
The scent that I inhale deeply and bathe in bathe in
Your the one, the only one I ever truly loved,
My heart you hold my dear
Till there is not a single breath left in my lungs, or a beat in my heart
And even then...true love will still have won
Young LivesTime spinning,
within a Sunday dawn;
And I still have
throughout the long
hours of night.
Different thoughts creeping,
and soaking within
my brain cells,
dividing the priorities.
I have come to you
only to realize
the other side of you
is also in pieces
as well as me.
("Maybe if we look at our
broken hearts as
mismatched puzzle pieces,
we could try and put them together.
They might fit, like the correct
I told David once.)
help me begin the construction
of a road,
a long road that
seems so endless and
filled with glory,
We both have gone
down this road before,
with different souls,
and somehow they all came
to a dead end.
on a roadtrip, David,
and make this the best
of both of our
C.MI began to choking on the waters that holds
all of my greatest fears and worries. Trying
to keep myself afloat while the tides of
misery grabs a hold of my leg. Drowning me
in all of the sorrow that my burdens had
me hidden from the world.
My lungs try to pump the scarce air that
is needed to grow back all of the flowers
that died after I stopped believing in love
and everything that it has to offer.
But when you came along, you looked at me
like no one else had before, how your abyssal
eyes saw my wounded, torture soul seeing
all the beauty that it has to it that no
one has ever saw before. Not even me.
As you pulled me out of the ocean of pain
and brought me to the the shores of rapture.
When I woke up, there you where with those
eyes of yours and a smile that sent euphoria
in every direction; It felt like home. A
home that I only have dreamed of ever since
I was a little girl. Snugged in your arms
knowing that you will be there to comfort me
when the misery turns itself in a
BEACH AT SUNSETTake me to see
the sunset on the beach.
Lay me on your shoulder.
These past few days
have made me weak.
My arms can't hold onto
the giant boulder.
Let's picnic near
the ocean view.
Let me not stay
appart from you.
The sun then sets
on this day's eve.
No, not just yet
we part to leave.No, I disagree!
Why can't we stay like
this, for the summer time?
Can we just freeze the moment?
We only get so much chances to live
a life, I'm glad we chose to share.
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that you love 2o much~
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