his eyes were apparatuses of cresting sunrise and he looked above me, was I
my own goddess with silent mouth to carve my celestial mark in his skin
and his sex was my sex and we were lovers without fear—
o2. angela.
swaying in love
with the artist's dipped end
upon the blending, blemished sky
dandelion fields and world of soap bubbles by Amaranthine Lover
03. FelineFantasy
we used to wander alleys with stones looser than teeth.
sin-white houses stretched their eyes and awnings skyward,
bemoaning dreariness and the stinging ache of rain.
there were tales only those buildings knew, you said:
whispers stuffed in mouths of yawning doors
and inhabitants consumed by deep and waiting graves
of windows.
to jamie, consumed by death by endymion
04.
05.
06.
07. Laura Lamarca
in the posture of a saint. your eyes
were hollowed to expectant bowls,
where shells shot out my image.
i looked no further. we were both dead:
you, soldier, pressed into a casket
like a stiff doll, and me, worm-faced wife,
too late to love you.
the wind passeth over by endymion
08. breedluv
i would never intentionally pull the rug out from beneath
you. my heart is swollen with infliction from rejection, and
i feel as if i could collapse if i take another breath. i know
you would give me wings if i let you lean closer into my
atmosphere, but i'm afraid you may poison it with your kindness.
i'll give you everything i have; the good, the bad. by innocence jaded.xx
09. Evenstar
we sat in the grass chanting, poetry to the dust,
and mama, half-dead said:
"I hate this dry, dead place, as barren as my heart
since your father, and Ifè went to the sky
and below in the earth, I still bleed
and all winds of this place
will remind me,
taunt me.
They are too far away from us."
acholiland, inspired by adsaige
10.
11. perfectsunset
12. zillion
i realized i keep turning back time to get a glimpse
of who we are, only to understand that i really don't have the
slightest idea who we've become. and i'm scared to death to
find out.
we are not the world by innocence jaded.xx
13. Jewlz
There is not a straight enough line
to carry you and I to eternity
not a single dot can carry us deep inside;
you are the sounds of my naked thighs,
and comparable to frostburn.
It remains unsaid
between love and lovelessness,
when I will burn him deeper in my
breast and tell him to never live again,
gasp in a dying, communist breath
through his limp pink mouth
and cry until truth is a blue spine:
free me, free me, let them hear I am alive!
set the truth to his mouth by adsaige
14. Writing0Freedom
"blew dandelion-seeds through freckled hair,
weeps in shade of willows
mother reminded us to count
our fingers & toes by amaranthine lover
15.
15.
16. longte
and i'll have you know that everyone thinks i'm too good
for this; that this isn't even a partial of what you truly deserve.
but i haven't watched you completely teeter from reality, so
by widening my ear canal and allowing you to demand
proposals on what you should do with your love life must
have really tarred your bones somehow, for you haven't
fallen beneath the crooked atmosphere
p.s. things will get better by innocence jaded.xx
17. etoile
I am never sure what words can be said when I wake
to find you have taken yourself into my spine and dreaming with me
skeletons who mimic life and carry torches in their sockets
the sounds of violins and pianos cresting against their sternum
where dreams dissipate and we are shapeless in their afternoon
18. Jfd
"mother herself never knew Picasso,
though in summer breezes,
especially in spring
she would roll up heavy linen sleeves
dab oil paints like warpaint on sunshining faces
and paint a likeness of her younger days
on canvas fearlessly stretched by
our woven hands."
flashback by amaranthine lover
19. JinSays
My name is Kate. I know we will be
friends, as once we were. I can talk
to none but you, and only in my mind.
Is this not sad, speaking to linens
heaped like fallen soldiers as if
you cared, as if your sins were
mine? Do not answer this. Do not.
20.
21. Candy Morphine
I for a thousand years
would carry you on broken feet
and an embrace unfit you if ever
one will be a watcher, the other a sun.
salt of mouth by adsaige
22.
23. still.she.waits
when he peers inside to find his weakest child
two stone legs like ozymandias, halo of sin-dark hair,
lifeless speck of grit thrown to the desert of el mulato.
ana begins her discourse with the stars by endymion
24.
25. RedAquarius
Had we felt the universal axis shift, would you let me fall into its chasm
or keep me tucked in your palms, a beautiful and glittering thing?
salient murmurs of belov'd gods by adsaige
26.
27. Daniela Violin
you know what? fuck you.
fuck you for allowing me to collapse under false accusations
or for completely tearing the ground out from under me. it's
not like i did anything but be there for you, even though your
fingertips were digging into my hip bone, searching for a
part of me worth keeping. fuck you for condemning the air
i breathe, just so you could bathe in seclusion and tip your
sunglasses to an angle where i was only useful when you
needed to release your anger. you're a bit pitiful, in a matter
of speaking. here i am, arms wide open, accepting you for
you, and cleansing you with 'you'resomuchbetterthanthis'.
but i must be speaking to a mirror, for the words just
ricochet so frequently right back into my questioning.
i'm only human, & that's my saving grace by innocence jaded.xx
28. marlene47
i wish you'd let me in and allow me to put you back
together, but it's become obvious you're oblivious to the
tears that stain the photographs you revealed from
underneath your mattress. it's such a catastrophe, living
with expectations sinking into your shoulder-blades.
two points for trying by innocence jaded.xx
Adding your comment:
present as prayers to saints,
and gratified by hands and thighs
leave gods to their complaints.