Tag Archives: poetry
After I Drowned
When I came back up I was dead. I’m still dead. I’m not here. My eyes are water blue, and my lungs are full of salt. I want to burn something into my skin to prove I exist. I want … Continue reading
Independence
If I cut off my hands for you, if I cut myself to pieces for you, if I pulled myself apart bit by bit, if I lost all of myself, then I would be perfect, I imagine, the perfect bride … Continue reading
Alike
We make monsters with our love, we turn the world against itself. We craft nightmares with our dreams, our personal successes come from the deaths of others. You and I, we are alike, we are cut of the same cloth, … Continue reading
Parenthetical Word (angry fruit(salad)) Association FootBall
Hey, (say hey) remember (the time, when we) that one time (that one time, bombs away) you were (never what I wanted) totally understanding (how’s your memory?) about my fuckups (plenty of them have I had, yes) and didn’t bring … Continue reading
The Joy In Me
The joy in me is flat and grey. I lift it up to give it light, to make it airy, to hope it will fly. Cigarette burns and perfume’s blue fire — these memories are all I have. I wonder … Continue reading