You set me by the wall,
an angel-marked woman with your scars on my back - fingernail circles chipped
from the desperate way you've held me, the desperation,
the Terror. [[in another room, they lay huddled, clutching themselves and listening,
ceilings cracked with too many nights trying to find a constellation up there,
and the white wall cracks a bit more everyday - rent by the hour whores drag their
wasted fingers into the holes, trapped trapped
and through everything, the sound
of my Love -
harder, faster
]]
your milky dreams mix in tiny universes along the ridge of my belly-button,
a testament of living, and you, you Mohammed
hellfire and brimstone melting into my skin,
scoring me like an orchestra of your violent ways,
save me.
and like a Dreamer,
we fall into our ways,
dressing ourselves in the mundane styles
of the skinny drug engorged women we want to be -
no, the angel women we saw in cracked 7 eleven
bathroom tiles,
clutching stomachs
and purses with crocodile hands - all green scales
and shiny vertebrae
the declaration - I'M FREE.
and then you promise that today you'll leave me alone,
let me go, because this is too much too much too much;
you scream - violent sunsets destroy the windowpane
and in the half shadowed city lights, shadows grow into your eyes,
you've become a skeleton, dear,
walking in and out of the war on television,
the people that we inadvertantly killed by
kissing when we should've killed eachother instead --
i'm here,
two thousand miles away from the voice in my head,
and you stroke my hair, telling me that it's okay.
[i can hear you coming shuddering squeezing me
.]
the beach becomes the pilgrim landing we made years ago,
that you're coming back for
and in the ships that come in the night, i look for you,
waiting,
and your voice drifts on the tide,
telling me you'll forgive me
and how beautiful it is here under the waves,
the crashing white knives of the boats
bobbing deathly injuries above me,
and the mermaids in the sand,
oh just come down here.
come play with me.
but it's been years since i thought you were worth it
[wet saggy cunt]
.
i'm here, in this room where
the view used to be beautiful -
where she broke your heart so i let you come back to me
and in the grieving frames of your arms and legs
collapsed, i buried myself.
and you come back to me again,
a beatless wanderer, speechless
with love - eyes blurred by the naked drugs you've seen,
the ankles that have walked by your head
and you have tried to separate into
a gentle gutter death.
and you are no one, an entity
from across the ocean, America.
chasing me when i would let you go
years,
and years.
Please tell me what you think
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wow.
I wonder what has happened in your life since forever ago. Last time you left everything was really going downhill. =[
Doesn't seem like things are much better. I wonder who this is about really. What of it is from you where the thoughts came from.
You are still as talented as ever<3. So many parts of this were absolutely beautiful. I was amazed.
"clutching stomachs
and purses with crocodile hands - all green scales
and shiny vertebrae"
I loveloveloved that part. It was so, i dont even know. The words all together and just shapes. You used so many shapes in it. It reminded me of bulimia & fashion and amphibians. So cool♥.
The entire thing was really sad to me. All about a guy, taking you down with him I think. Painstaking, I could feel like, desperation and sadness in here. Did you love him once? So much like, so drawn out. Beautiful
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yes, i loved him once. and he didn't love me. he still doesn't love me. and sometimes i think i'll wait, because eventually he will, but i'm wrong. i'm angry, i should know better, but i still wait by the phone for him.
thanks for the comment doll <3
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i'm super happy that you're writing again
'your milky dreams mix in tiny universes along the ridge of my belly-button,
a testament of living, and you, you Mohammed'
That totally had me.
I agree that this is a sad piece, especially the middle, it really feels like evey emotion is thrown into there, and it's chaotic (not the piece, just the emotion). I absolutely adored that.
I like the realisation at the end, even if it still is sad, it's all very solid and you can tell one emotion from the next in this piece.
Wonderful as always.
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This is really sad. It's really good but it's also very sad. It was long but I didn't really notice much because I got so involved in what you were saying. It makes me think of this one who just feels like she's been wandering so long and she just has become so very human in the process. I don't know. You just get kind of swept up in the story. You did a great job of expressing yourself here.
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hi!
wow you've been gone a long while. anyway for a come back this to be honest wasn't as strong as some of your pieces but there were tons of parts i serioulsy could see very clearly in my mind. esp the sort of relgious things here and there, i loved the thought of angel woman; very mature image there. the title was pretty accurate and reminded me of a metal song ha but anyway im not sure if i have any suggestions; its really hard to want to change what you already have; its perfectly fitted to you, b/c you have your own style, but like i said before im so used to stronger images like your other poems but i can understand you've been gone awhile and you do have a bust schedule; but please dont ever stop! take care
♥
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