DOS you were my home
mildew growing on the ceiling
the games i treasured you hid well
i found them with a command spell
then towers rose
above my dungeon
was too weak
to fight the engine
windows made of diamantine
sunlight blowing through
no grass, no dust
just sterile lust
a galvanizing noon
above my home
gates stood,
nonplussed
over everything, everyone he had crushed
and home was not the same
everything was a game
i am Toon Princess of Oahu, Jill of the Jungle, Moist Mist that lands on your brow, Sound of Wet Leaves acquainting themselves with your naked soles… i am the Qi that Shoots Up Your Ankles and tickles your Knees. i am the Wet Fat Fairy that fills you with Peace.
the hardest thing, is to accept yourself, flaws and all… i find poetry is rebellion against order, slashing open creative veins. letting love, passion and chaos bleed out and into the world. staining stairwells. riptide of release.
❤
can i slit my wrists and not have it be
that taboo word
can i
tell all my secrets
and come out unscathed
unsinged
unsuicidal
or will i be
unhinged
Jesus’ bridal virgin
ready to return
only to be returned, from
His
loving embrace
to this burning grace?
will i wear His disappointed scar
upon my face?
darkness and charcoal
drapes of things found in attics
wrap around her frame
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unclouded topaz noon
pale tumid marble pieces
bob on the surface
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his new measured home
in the allocated plot
deep dark underground
unmarred by the passage of time
so fair
so pristine, so prime
oh, so debonair
your face rotted off
not a strand on your head
your white bony wrist
still tied to your bed
as beautiful as always
i gaze in astonishment
you suddenly twirl
in joyous bewilderment
you laugh, twist and turn
locked in my arms
your eyes blaze and burn
i don’t fall for your charms
you say “you’ll never have me,
so you’ll have to kill me”
and “take this knife,
bury it in me”
i draw with the tip
loops on your belly
ghosting the blade
along your spine
“it won’t end it, you know
you’ll still be alive”
a droplet of crimson
runs down your side
you’ll always be here
my cyanide bride
your white freckled face
hair like demory
distant eyes
blue to my memory…
tiny and tall
you were
you used to be… my everything
you are the sprinkles to my ice cream
you are the sunshine to my rain
you are the scotty to my up beam
you are the rory to my lane
memories may dwindle
photographs may fade
but your friendship is what keeps me
from sitting in the shade
and if we ever grow apart
you’ll always exist in my heart
and our brilliant peals of laughter
they will echo ever after
luminescent pools of light
made of magic so so bright
candy canes and dancing girls
vanilla ice cream strawberry swirls
…that’s what love is made of
Broom Closet 