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1.
The clouds come again;
storm cracking and shattering
this frail soul of glass
2.
The scent of Summer
-of clear rain kissing green earth-
envelopes me whole
3.
Darkness slowly falls;
the moon knocks on my window
and I greet the stars
4.
These words are acid
tearing into my numb throat-
goodbye goodbye good...
5.
You believed I had
fire coursing through my veins
-but these bones are ash
6.
Your kiss tasted of
sakura blossoms and oh,
how I long for spring
7.
The world fades to a
lavender kaleidoscope
-and I start to dream
8.
The lies bloom into
weeds that overrun my lungs
-you planted these seeds
9.
Nostalgia is a
romantic fool still hung up
on their ex - the past
10.
The Sun melts into
gold horizon and the sky
bleeds watercolours
11.
Ice slips into my
lungs and Winter greets me with
her frostbitten kiss
12.
I have words running
down my spine; a paper heart
-I am a poet
13.
The thunder burrows
deep into my bones; I am
a child of the storm
14.
She has ink stained eyes,
hands bleeding from words; but she
cannot stop reading
15.
And she has secret
meadows blooming in her lungs
-but she cannot breathe
16.
Rain filters through the
soft wool of my jacket and
kisses my shoulders
17.
The past is a vague
monochromatic photo
and it fades each day
18.
He brought colour to
my dull life with his neon eyes
and pastel kisses
19.
My voice has faded
to nothing but a whisper
lodged in my weak throat
20.
Flowers blossom in
her polychromatic eyes
-she is evergreen
21.
Reverently I
trail the constellations mapped
in your deep teal veins
22.
Fatigue burrows deep
into my splintered bones like
incessant termites
23.
Nails bloodied she tears
at her stained glass heart swearing
to disregard love
24.
You confess into
the crook of my frail neck- I
am your book of sins
25.
Tears eclipse your eyes;
I am the moon to your sun,
robbing you of light
26.
She has burn marks on
her hands from where she touched him;
her lover - the sun
27.
You had gunpowder
kisses and my sheets still smell
like burning metal
28.
And as the candle
burns to the end of its wick
-I kiss you goodbye
Literature
i can't title this i can't even remember who i am
i. take everything i own.
take everything i am.
take, take, take,
and don't give back—
don't give any of it back.
i don't want it anymore.
it's yours now.
it always has been.
ii. don't know how to be soft,
or tender, or kind.
(all we've ever known is
sharp edges, sharp knives,)
and isn't it better this way?
better to feel familiar,
all of this blood pouring out?
isn't it nicer for us to feel the
pain?
iii. i don't know how to love
and i never have, never will,
and when your eyes go soft
i want to slice myself into ribbons.
she could pick me up in pieces
and tie my skin into her hair,
string my heart onto a necklace
of bone. if you kis
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.
all the words
taste like salt
on my lips,
although all the oceans
evaporated and stopped
throwing up corpses
long ago;
now all our souls
lie bloated in the
burning sand -
the sun beating
down on our heads
like a war drummer
that got lost
along with the
cause.
(there's a feast for the crows,
but I don't think they're hungry.)
Literature
XXII.
crack open your
emerald ribs;
splinter shards
of light
to hear the
pulsating crystal
shatter. they called
you fragile. they said
your story had no
spine
but
they don't know
iron swords
are smelted in
blood
and in strength.
(sharpen your tongue,
you are stronger than you think)
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This is unbelievable. I have no words.