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creased and calloused edgesfrom the canyon-creases in your palm
to reversed mountain ridges of digits,
my fingers touch and wander like Israel
lost in a desert with God watching.
your knuckles are pebbled skin that
tickles me in the heart, so
you have callouses, i smile.
your hand avalanches in silence,
trapping my traveling touch.
my own hands are so small, swallowed
in your crease-and-calloused grip.
how many days since those palms pressed
a bit of mettle-bought metal,
clenching 'till the sweat-tears welled
and washed three months away?
when you look at me,
those eyes are a brilliant fire-pillar
and your pulse my Promised Land,
thrumming milk and honey though calloused fingers
touch-and-wandering against my own.
run-on constellationsstars breathe best without oxygen
burning on a one-course banquet:
children's wishes topped with poetry,
they're sweeter than salt
crystallized sky tears
and i don't know
why the angels wept.
oneinstead of wishing the world weren't sad,
i want to dance until it smiles.
even one will do:
softened eyes like sugared cream,
precious pearly teeth peeking
between curled-lace lips,
a shy smile for starters.
then, the fire spreads
all smile-sparks and grin-glimmerings.
instead of speaking sorrows and suspicions,
our world should heed the hopeful hearts.
even one would do.
laughing, magic manwhen i was little, i laughed with you.
scrunched cheeks, watered eyes
carefree to the worries of the world,
enchanted with your magical mind.
i laughed, because i was happy;
you laughed so i would laugh.
that was your job.
as i got older, i laughed at you,
knowing at last the boundaries
of a flickering screen and the
fame that followed them.
i laughed, because you were funny
and i was still under the spell
you spun over a child's heart:
the only real-life magic is a smile.
you were our magician,
and we're still grateful.
when i grew up, you taught me again,
one last lesson about your magic:
sadness should never be a secret.
tearfully, i wonder
how long you let sadness eat
that precious smile alive,
before it spirited you away.
dear laughing, magic man,
i wish you'd shared your pain.
you gave and smiled so freely,
i never had a chance
When the Fire Falls Fire falls when the night is brightest. That’s how we know it’s coming: lightning paints the blackness an angry sort of orange, and the sky begins to hiss. Well, I say “blackness”, but the night sky has always been sort of…purple-y. That never changes, whether it’s daytime or not. The sun never shines here; things just get a little less indigo. Our sky is a sullen one, hidden from sight by big ugly clouds that have always just sort of been there. Maybe that’s why it spits brimstone at us. We shut it out so very long ago.
The night turns orange and hisses like a cornered cat. We run and hide so we don’t get burned.
Keep your head down, and don’t touch the door. These are old words for nights of fire. Silly words, for days when pe
Picture This: Iwe were Linked
Youthful Days Snatched at the clouds and
We flew to Wonderland.
play my song in this
autumn-colored spring, because<
petrified on pin-boardsi wish i could put to paper and ink
how an overdose of overcast sensations
pins my bones to the board like
brittle butterfly wings, under scrutiny
for being dead.
rest in peace, my fanciful nightmares of
you wrote me away,
and i am tired of shriveling in my skin
thinking i should peel and shed this sickness.
sickness is safety, because i've never been well
and it frightens me.
teardrops and molassesi served tea with pomegranates and prose,
then licked my fingers with a tongue
made of porcelain. boy, did you think
you could sneak sugar into my
veins with a kiss?
my heart might whisper poetic verse,
but my head pens proverbs in
teardrops and molasses.
don't think this smile is for you;
we've got a long way to go,
and plenty of teatimes to take.
but i look forward to every sip of
sugar-sweet memories we might make.
Splinter (2,623w) Planet Earth split in half, and humanity spilled from her bleeding oceans like insects from a broken hive. It was the 29th of February. By their standards, the day didn’t even exist. They must have been screaming, but space is a silent hunting ground. My people were waiting for the battered Earthling shuttles beyond the cratered edge of their moon. The fleeing creatures weren’t even armed; log entries from the squadron commanders rank their catch per slave vessel to be in the hundreds of thousands, but millions of humans still died that day at the hands of our advanced battalions. We the Kix’t pride ourselves on ruthlessness.
I was a child then. Now, it is five decades passed and humans are still a rare commodity. I hadn’t even seen one until a year or so into my service at the legion, for my parents had raised me below the Rim for a ma
You're worth so much moreShe was the type
to cut her wrists,
and then swallow the
because looking at what
was even harder
but I want to tell her
to let the emotions
p i l
out of her mouth,
instead of her
and that I'll gladly
let the words slice me,
if it means
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
You're beautifulPlease eat.
Are you listening to me?
If you are,
I want to tell you.
You re beautiful.
It doesn't matter what you weigh,
you shouldn't feel guilty about what you ate.
It doesn't matter,
I promise you things will get better.
Listen to my words,
Hold my hand.
Don't worry about the rest of the world,
It's okay if they don't understand,
How it feels like,
To feel fat,
To feel ugly,
To feel worthless.
You are none of those things.
It s okay to be chubby,
It s okay to be skinny.
Because you have a big heart.
And your smile,
Is like a priceless work of art.
And I don't want to see you destroy,
Because you're more than just a broken toy.
And to everyone else,
So for once let yourself be,
Accept your reflection.
Because you are the definition of perfection.
So don't worry,
Don't be sorry,
To be who you are.
Because you re,
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
A note for people who need a kind wordJust a note,
For anyone who has felt,
Like they have been broken.
Just like an old toy.
Thrown and tossed around like a rag doll.
To anyone who feels,
They re tearing at their seams.
And they re losing all control.
A note to the little girl,
And waited for her mother.
Or her father.
To come back home,
To keep her safe,
While she cried.
Or to at least of said goodbye.
And wishes they d come back and tell her,
A note to the lonely boy.
So quiet and reserved.
Who sits and takes their cruel words.
Thinking it s what he deserved.
To be thrown into lockers,
And thinking he can find something better,
With the company of a razor,
Rather than a human.
Because humans have caused him more hurt,
Than the blades that pierce his skin.
A note to the beautiful girls.
Who walk for miles,
Until they have blisters on their feet.
Because they will not accept the defeat,
Of having to see numbers,
That tell them they are not worthy.
They are not pretty.
And they should not be living.
If they c
What is Hope?Hope is something we have as children,
It helps us thrive and try our hardest.
Hope is what we express in the worst of times
When all hope seems lost.
Hope is what people possess in life
To work toward our dreams.
Hope is a lie
That's not worth our time.
AnxietyAnxiety tapping on my door,
"Can I come inside your head?"
I shiver, not ready for its visit.
It charges in, smelling of worry.
Spends a morning, afternoon and night,
playing with my emotions.
A marionette dancing its old tune on rough strings.
Leaves me winded and praying to beat it the next time.
I miss youYou are a ghost in my head
Living, yet you haunt my thoughts today
To speak your name
Would be to desecrate this space
Where you are, I should not care to know
But you are a never-healing wound
An unfulfilled promise
A chance to do no wrong
My memories burn with your taste, your touch, your smell
Who have I become?
Too long have the years been to me
To find myself wishing for the crossroads
For the chance to say no, one more time.
The Boy Who Never Knockedhe found her alone that night
the boy who never knocked.
she lay curled up on her side
in a web of fabric and feathers
and twisted threads of restless sleep.
tears adorned her lowered lashes
but went on to stain her sunken cheeks.
even when she was at rest
it seemed that fear pursued her
causing her to catch her breath
a cruel and unfair hunter.
when her unseen guest knelt down
to whisper in her ear
she did not hear a single sound
but his words still dried her tears:
"through better or worse, i promise
that what you once held dear
will once again be precious
the smile you've had to make a lie
will shine strong and pure and true
that weakness helps you find strength
in the hearts of those you never knew you had
and finally, that good will always come
no matter how long you're sad."
he bent to her he loved so much
to kiss her tears away
though she felt not a single touch
to verify his stay
with a sigh not ever made
by any who drew breath
he went back to his watchful grave
the boy who lov
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