fluorescent lights and
apple tart, peaches whipped
everything is blanched and
yellow like jaundice and
i think of hades and his
heavy metal realm or of
apollo and his chariot
routine and perhaps
the pulling of the sun and
the ache behind my eyes
are the only constants
in my life, lately,
but at least these pastries
taste sweet
I’m a planet.
Call me,
Heavy.
There’s three layers to me.
The outer layer,
that’s what I’ve created.
The middle layer,
that’s the resources that got me there.
The inner layer,
that’s my basic survival skills.
It works like this,
I spin.
I’m “breath taking” they say.
I exist just to say I did.
Every which way I turn,
they watch.
They call me
beautiful.
My creations are buzzing,
And once they’ve launched,
they grow.
Three times bigger,
than I will ever be.
They feed on my energy,
and so I lose sleep.
This is the course of my revolution.
Like a moon,
I wax,
I peek,
I wan.
I dispose of the layers.
I abort the creations.
I shed the resources.
I narrow everything down to breathing.
Because after all my thoughts become stars,
They call me,
empty.
-and then I begin again
Have you ever missed someone you really didn’t know? Someone that made an impression, but never spoke? Someone you knew but knew nothing? Have you? How do you miss what you never had? It happens. It’s real. It’s me. It really is.
It lurks in the night
When my heart is at its most vulnerable
The monster and I have a conversation.
It comes to me every night
However, I like to think that it never ever leaves
And that I never wake up.
The monster talks about many things
It has a wicked sense of humour
It’s outrageous how I always turn to laughter.
I’ve been living with the monster
Ever since I have a memory
It’s the most intimate part of myself.
For I love the monster
And I don’t ever want to leave it
We are one and the same.
For years, I ran away from it
But now I understand
That the monster is none other but myself.
Tetrus taught me if you fit in you’ll disappear.
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“‘Come home’, I want to say. But those words get lost in the knowledge that you’ve found home in someone else now.”
your hand reaches my way
and my knee bounces against
the carpeted floor, insistent
upon reinforcing a panic
left long in my festering bones
my fingers, my palms
sweaty and small
inside yours
under your sleepy gaze
i sit and shake
i care for you, you say
because we are alive
in the same place at the
same time and what a coincidence
what a miracle that is
you are worth caring for
Restlessy, a pen is grasped between her nimble fingers,
ink marking it’s territory against her skin,
words flew within her movements, while she
shamelessly dreams of him.
her muse, so cold and unwilling,
relished at her wounds..
for he knew, he was immortal,
while she, restlessly spilled words.
for him and only him.
Baby, I saved a lifetime of
sinning for you, a napkin of
longing has kissed your
fingers into my mirror, they
say the right one will make you
fall in love with yourself too -
sometimes you feel a heartbeat
from a thousand miles away
saying your name, it begins as
a whisper, then howls like a
hurricane - whenever I get a
good feeling, I try to follow it -
that’s how I found you
These days you can’t be too interested
Don’t show emotion but don’t leave her waiting
Then your thoughts end up all twisted
Can’t pick her up, kiss her while it’s raining
She doesn’t want that now
She never wanted me
I was too blind to notice, how
Now all I am is lonely
And I know no ones gives a fuck
But I think that’s sad, you see
Because I would give life to people
If in return they only notice me
i remember the first time i met your eyes,
i was new in a world that i just entered and i
was interested in you. we were friends and soon
grew apart, i reminded myself that we just
need time from hope and at least wait for
faith, the day that we smiled at each other
was when the desert called me for another sign
of hope. the oceans follow the moon and the sun
is a star. you are sweet when i’m sour and loving
when i’m putting back my memories
A former VP of Bethlehem Steel
believed his work had earned appeal—
his time inside the Martin Tower,
the underground lot, the clubby shower,
his years of scaling metal rungs,
asbestos dust within his lungs.
He stood rod-straight and moved by gears,
had excised every human fear,
said good morning with polished tone,
kept it brief on the telephone,
the greatest businessman around
with proven skills in crashing down.
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someday we’ll discover that falling is really flying—I believe that—someday, we will realize we’ve been flying longer than we knew. My mind is so full of you that this body feels incomplete. melted wishes piggybacking along your voice - it’s difficult to remember if there was anything before you. and though I ache for what I cannot see - you and me - all I know right now, is that I want a tomorrow with you.
