ForTheLoveOfPoetry

I sit sideways I bite my cheek Watch my pink skies fade to black through the window The sunflower’s faces turned down I turn inside myself when the night comes It’s a subtle ache The air is light with chlorophyll The moon is asleep tonight I sit alone I still bite my cheek Our thighs pressed I laugh I touch your arm The wedge of a strawberry moon in the distance Yet I bite my cheek The air is heavy with humidity Your tall grasses whisp my legs I bite my cheek harder Pink pools in my stomach I choke on my words A strip of white plaster 234 miles thick Pink starlit skin Your strawberry mouth Sweet sunflower hair I have to bite

It is so confusing, I want to tear myself apart, Patch by patch. Skin first. I want to open up the wrapping Imprisoning the energy, And let the tension free. I want to put back together A shell housing peace, But I am an impenetrable mold. My glassy skin thick enough, It never cracks. It is so confusing. I want to tear myself apart, But I am glued within my marble skin.

I'm drinking down S t a r s With my rum & coke, Breathing in autumn Air and exhaling Ghosts between my Birch-branch fingers. The moon's never Looked half as cold As it does shining through The strands of your hair, Ink and silver dancing but Never touching. I bet the moon doesn't Know what it's like to feel The touch of a lover's Hands and then the wrenching Of her heart when she wakes Up to empty sheets and the Bottle of gin half empty. She see's the him every Day, brushes against him When she rises to take her Place in the sky after each Night's dusk, but you - You are a distant galaxy. And here I am. Drinking down stars With my r

I lay with you on a cloud, Our friends shooting fireworks into the sky That pierce through both of our hearts And ignite our eyes, our lips, our skin. I find your warmth in the darkness of sleep, The explosions we create in ecstasy Leaving behind fire and light that warms our cotton ground, And keeps the sparks in our eyes. Wasting away hours, We watch the sun and moon dance. They never tire of the same motions, Interconnected through souls, like intertwined hands. Uncertainty made certain by our adventures in the sky, I finally understand what beauty is. Sunlight peaks through open windows, Caressing love into a soft wake.

She sits at her desk Her headphones in, The world shut out. She bleeds for others As words fly from Her mind to her fingertips. She stares at the screen, At every little comment, The good and the painful. She forms her emotions Into books and poems To throw away the hurt. She's a writer, And her best weapons Are her mind and her pen.

They say you shouldn't drink with Death, and yet I find myself pouring another glass of amber liquid. She's quiet, my companion; doesn't talk much. It's strange to see her in person after hearing all the tales and fables meant to scare little children and to put grown men in their places. She's different than I expected-- lighter, not quite so hidden behind a gray cloak or embedded in the shadows. I ask her why she has graced me with her presence, and she turns her hooded head in my direction. Long ivory fingers clutch the glass and I notice her nails, like mine, have been gnawed as far down as possible. She doesn't answer my question-

My heart beats slower you can tell by the beeps from the machine that’s out of sight Mom tightens her grip around my hands she holds her daughter tight My eyes are tired the lids are heavy I cannot keep them open I’m cold and scared, I tremble with panic I fear my will has broken I search her eyes they’re full of tears a sight I’ve never seen I sadly realize all the moments that now can never be. I give in, let my eyes close I silently stop fighting And through the glare and demons’ howl I feel a cold so biting

I couldn't quite explain Why I wanted to kill myself. Maybe it was my desire to drink myself into oblivion Or the craving to leave a slew of little lines all over my body. Maybe it was the memories of you And the terror of all the things you did to me, My only problem for over a year, And I couldn't get away. At this point I have a warped perception of love. I feel my pours clog with hatred, As I can feel myself disintegrate into unimportance, Never to be truly loved. Maybe it was my awakened sleep That couldn't protect me from the shadow Of the darkest nights. Demons suck my soul out through my lips, A kiss like yours that stings in the morn