-
what’s the faultline
of this country
i am standing in,
the one i promised to love
but never got around to.
-
the question of
“are you hurt?”
didn’t result from
the spaces between our fingers
but by silence
and the fact that, i once again thought
that i had found someone special.
-
i am standing
inbetween countries
filiality, you said
isn’t to be expected
people cheat often enough;
Standing between countries
feet on both sides of a border
fingertips dipped in limbo
-
pretty boy asked
if you would kiss him
do not respond, settle into silence
that wasn’t a question
that was the punctuation.
a love poem
is meant to be inhaled
until your lungs blossom
as if you were taking
a pull from a cigarette
and exhaling an afterglow
because the perishers
had lips tinged purple
and lungs filled with words
and cancer wouldn't afflict
those who didn't mind dying
lest that was the reason they did.
remember kids,
the best kind of love poem
is to be breathed, like smoke
into the mouth of a lover
who doesn't want you to die
if he cannot follow suit.
for the person i met, despite stranger danger. by Unrequited-Ivy, literature
Literature
for the person i met, despite stranger danger.
you told me to close my eyes when i stepped into your house
and i did, held my hand over my eyes
let you lead me by a hand on my chest,
and pretended that i didn't hear
a thousand different mouths gasping for air in your living room,
the chains that slapped against each other in this awful
moist, rusty shatter
and the people i could only imagine,
tied up, groins pointing to the sky, bodies pressed against each other
in this compact, awful way,
trying to fit the most skin between your sofa and coffee table.
and i did ask myself, as i let your touch me
am i here because i love you
or am i here because i hate myself
we sat there
dinner plates
empty,
we never eat
the table was moving
in little circles,
teased by the kicking of our feet
against it's legs
the cutlery hits against each other
like they were saying
'i hate you'
but were failing at finding the words
and we sat there,
the tremor against the wood
moving the plates around
until they fell
and broke on the floor
and we continue kicking
till the fork was a horse
galloping across the table
and the candlestick was
a castle, and you were a prince
who just idly kept thumping your boot
against the table, thumbs twidling
because you didn't care
that we could have had a kingdom
wit
for those in transit.
-
on the railroads.
we are moving apart
at this insane speed
and did you ever notice that
when we talk
your lips move
and all i hear is
this stutter
like asphalt underfoot.
-
on the ferry.
i wanted to tell you
that all the best loves
started off at sealevel
so we're still okay,
we can still make it,
just please don't let it sink.
-
checking out of the hotel.
i can't help thinking i left something behind
a toothbrush, my comb
but that's fine, i realize
i left the most important things at home.
-
at the buffet table/
i ate breadpudding
because you like breadpudding
i ate caramel pudding
bec
i spent last week
thinking about how
i'd write a dating ad
for myself
i told you that
i'd be looking for
someone
that notices-
notices what? you asked
and i laughed
told you, nevermind
i'd just want someone
to hold my hand
and, i'd want someone
with a wonky smile
andand
and
-
did you know that there is a
1 in 24 chance you die of a stroke
and a
1 in 218 chance you
fall to your death
did you know that
there is a
1 in 119 chance that
you kill yourself
andand and
and
did you know that
there is an iphone app that
acts as a virtual girlfriend
which calls you 4 times a day
to tells you she loves you
-
notices what
it happened again
and i can see the lamp
from behind my eyelids
like a latent superpower
my foot, hanging off the bed,
and it touches the floor, a deadweight
and i stand.
and i question
if i would like to be a cigarette
to live on your lips and die at your feet
peel back the exterior
my insides are nothing
yet, i still have
the tired eyes, the jaundiced teeth.
i have my laughter-
my eyes aren't tired
they can see, they can see.
like a latent superpower
like a birth in your palm
the end of your match igniting me
your lips sucking me through my flesh
i am nothing
i die at your feet
i am a cat.
and like most, i have nine
did you know that there is no scientific name
for the back of the knee?
i read somewhere that
change was good
other sources did disagree.
sometimes, goldfish die
and float to the top
of their glass bowl
as if
trying to float to god.
had a dream once
you kept me
in a room
with pillows and
your shirts
typed what it meant
into a dream interpreter
i found on google.
it didn't say anything
i googled, instead,
about your shirts
it said that i loved you.
someone told me
you had my heart in a jar
i laughed and said
if you did,
i'd be dead.
did you know that the skin at your elbow
doesn't hurt
if you pinch it?
i am afrai
He was born with a fear of heights
like every too-tall building was tipped with a dying star
that flashed on and off with weary consistency.
He felt bad that it was so high up,
alone.
because he couldn't help thinking
what bad thoughts people could have
when they're alone
within capacity to kill themselves.
he doesn't know why exactly
maybe it was because
he used to sit on sidewalks
and drop coins into the drains
whenever he saw flying birds.
because if the rats couldn't escape
they should at least have shiny things.
at least
have shiny things.
he thinks that
It all started with a fear of flying
because he felt that every
Dear Stranger,
Someone used to tell me that expectations was the root for all disappointment.
Is it?
Dear Stranger,
I expect things, is that why I'm so sad?
Dear Stranger,
I love you because you don't know me, you can't hate me.
Dear Stranger,
I expect too much.
-
Dearest Stranger,
Hey there, do you remember me? Little-boy-got-lost?
Do you remember me, transfixed in my deer-in-head-lights expression, tongue in cheek (tongue in cheek)
Do you remember?
This isn't the way it works, I love you. (exeut; the ghost riots)
Do you remember?
This is how it goes.
I'm shallow, I'm idealistic.
I don't like people reading across my should
-
what’s the faultline
of this country
i am standing in,
the one i promised to love
but never got around to.
-
the question of
“are you hurt?”
didn’t result from
the spaces between our fingers
but by silence
and the fact that, i once again thought
that i had found someone special.
-
i am standing
inbetween countries
filiality, you said
isn’t to be expected
people cheat often enough;
Standing between countries
feet on both sides of a border
fingertips dipped in limbo
-
pretty boy asked
if you would kiss him
do not respond, settle into silence
that wasn’t a question
that was the punctuation.
a love poem
is meant to be inhaled
until your lungs blossom
as if you were taking
a pull from a cigarette
and exhaling an afterglow
because the perishers
had lips tinged purple
and lungs filled with words
and cancer wouldn't afflict
those who didn't mind dying
lest that was the reason they did.
remember kids,
the best kind of love poem
is to be breathed, like smoke
into the mouth of a lover
who doesn't want you to die
if he cannot follow suit.
for the person i met, despite stranger danger. by Unrequited-Ivy, literature
Literature
for the person i met, despite stranger danger.
you told me to close my eyes when i stepped into your house
and i did, held my hand over my eyes
let you lead me by a hand on my chest,
and pretended that i didn't hear
a thousand different mouths gasping for air in your living room,
the chains that slapped against each other in this awful
moist, rusty shatter
and the people i could only imagine,
tied up, groins pointing to the sky, bodies pressed against each other
in this compact, awful way,
trying to fit the most skin between your sofa and coffee table.
and i did ask myself, as i let your touch me
am i here because i love you
or am i here because i hate myself
we sat there
dinner plates
empty,
we never eat
the table was moving
in little circles,
teased by the kicking of our feet
against it's legs
the cutlery hits against each other
like they were saying
'i hate you'
but were failing at finding the words
and we sat there,
the tremor against the wood
moving the plates around
until they fell
and broke on the floor
and we continue kicking
till the fork was a horse
galloping across the table
and the candlestick was
a castle, and you were a prince
who just idly kept thumping your boot
against the table, thumbs twidling
because you didn't care
that we could have had a kingdom
wit
for those in transit.
-
on the railroads.
we are moving apart
at this insane speed
and did you ever notice that
when we talk
your lips move
and all i hear is
this stutter
like asphalt underfoot.
-
on the ferry.
i wanted to tell you
that all the best loves
started off at sealevel
so we're still okay,
we can still make it,
just please don't let it sink.
-
checking out of the hotel.
i can't help thinking i left something behind
a toothbrush, my comb
but that's fine, i realize
i left the most important things at home.
-
at the buffet table/
i ate breadpudding
because you like breadpudding
i ate caramel pudding
bec
i spent last week
thinking about how
i'd write a dating ad
for myself
i told you that
i'd be looking for
someone
that notices-
notices what? you asked
and i laughed
told you, nevermind
i'd just want someone
to hold my hand
and, i'd want someone
with a wonky smile
andand
and
-
did you know that there is a
1 in 24 chance you die of a stroke
and a
1 in 218 chance you
fall to your death
did you know that
there is a
1 in 119 chance that
you kill yourself
andand and
and
did you know that
there is an iphone app that
acts as a virtual girlfriend
which calls you 4 times a day
to tells you she loves you
-
notices what
it happened again
and i can see the lamp
from behind my eyelids
like a latent superpower
my foot, hanging off the bed,
and it touches the floor, a deadweight
and i stand.
and i question
if i would like to be a cigarette
to live on your lips and die at your feet
peel back the exterior
my insides are nothing
yet, i still have
the tired eyes, the jaundiced teeth.
i have my laughter-
my eyes aren't tired
they can see, they can see.
like a latent superpower
like a birth in your palm
the end of your match igniting me
your lips sucking me through my flesh
i am nothing
i die at your feet
i am a cat.
and like most, i have nine
did you know that there is no scientific name
for the back of the knee?
i read somewhere that
change was good
other sources did disagree.
sometimes, goldfish die
and float to the top
of their glass bowl
as if
trying to float to god.
had a dream once
you kept me
in a room
with pillows and
your shirts
typed what it meant
into a dream interpreter
i found on google.
it didn't say anything
i googled, instead,
about your shirts
it said that i loved you.
someone told me
you had my heart in a jar
i laughed and said
if you did,
i'd be dead.
did you know that the skin at your elbow
doesn't hurt
if you pinch it?
i am afrai
He was born with a fear of heights
like every too-tall building was tipped with a dying star
that flashed on and off with weary consistency.
He felt bad that it was so high up,
alone.
because he couldn't help thinking
what bad thoughts people could have
when they're alone
within capacity to kill themselves.
he doesn't know why exactly
maybe it was because
he used to sit on sidewalks
and drop coins into the drains
whenever he saw flying birds.
because if the rats couldn't escape
they should at least have shiny things.
at least
have shiny things.
he thinks that
It all started with a fear of flying
because he felt that every
Dear Stranger,
Someone used to tell me that expectations was the root for all disappointment.
Is it?
Dear Stranger,
I expect things, is that why I'm so sad?
Dear Stranger,
I love you because you don't know me, you can't hate me.
Dear Stranger,
I expect too much.
-
Dearest Stranger,
Hey there, do you remember me? Little-boy-got-lost?
Do you remember me, transfixed in my deer-in-head-lights expression, tongue in cheek (tongue in cheek)
Do you remember?
This isn't the way it works, I love you. (exeut; the ghost riots)
Do you remember?
This is how it goes.
I'm shallow, I'm idealistic.
I don't like people reading across my should
Hey guys, um, well, sorry for the utter lack of things being posted here.
I don't know, I'm just on tumblr, it's all there lately.
Yeah.
Also idk, I'm just... bleh.