Snippets of thoughts in a visually unique style.
Poetry
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Reds
Bright reds make me think of passion,
of late nights entwined tightly together,
the flush of cheeks contrasted by the ivory white of skin.
Bright reds make me think of rage,
a fight for your life against a foe you want to save,
cherry handprints blistering against purple bruises.
Bright red is the color of agony,
of being pulled apart limb by limb, joint by joint,
until all that’s left is a pile of torn ligaments and broken bones.
Bright red is the color of ecstasy, of being lost in the moment, screaming for relief.
It is out of control. -
A Little Quiet and it All Comes Apart
I feel as if I am an empty café.
A closed door, with no one around, nothing but
bright lights
and uneaten
food.Temporary.
I am temporary.
A little quiet, and I feel as if
I will
fall
apart. -
A Series of Letters
Buried in habit,
choking on repetition,
suffocating under piles of
dirt
gravel
sand.It’s so hard to release your fingers
when you’ve been gripping
with white knuckles
for so
long. -
Abuse
I asked for it.
But your hands around my throat
felt different from before.
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Entwined
Skin, rough against skin,
my lips bruised from his force
and his hips bruised from mine.
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Scabs
My leg is itchy.
A “you can’t scratch this hard enough” kind of itchy.
A “nails won’t cut it this time” kind of itchy.
A “there’s a knife in my desk drawer” kind of itchy. -
Clockwork
6 o’clock
There is no such thing
as a defect,
only a difference.
Aren’t we all defective? -
Space
He was so small yet so significant
He was the straw that broke the camel’s back
and somehow I am the rest of the straws
as well as the camel.
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Time
You didn’t stay,
I didn’t expect you to.
But we played on
and grew together
again.
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Changing
Sometimes good,
sometimes bad,
always “what changed?”
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The Anthology
I have poems in my mind
but no words to give.
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Drive
The years between then and now
were filled with motion sickness,
rocking,
dizzying,
falling. -
Wake
No.
It’s not because of you.
…but you’re certainly not helping
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Flight
I want to feel the sun.
I want to taste the ocean.
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Resurrection
As my ears rang from a gunshot I didn’t hear, I had a question:
Did Jesus’ hands and feet tingle as he woke up from dying?
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Pass
But I can’t
steer the ship I’m in,
just watch the whims
of the waves
pass by.
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Aurora
I was lying in a field stargazing,
waiting for the northern lights to peek over the trees
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Cup
I was sipping poison,
the taste was bitter
but at least my thirst
was quenched.
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Stripes
Sometimes I want to
p e e l
the stretch marks off my body
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Standing in a River
Keep quiet.
Keep still.
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Desperation
I have never been stranded in the desert…
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Fireflies
It's like trying to follow fireflies at dusk,
blinking in and out of existence
and leaving afterimages of thoughts
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Decay
I am dreaming of swimming in the river
when in reality I’m simply lying in the bed.
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Nothing
I reach my hands into the ether,
lazily tracing an airplane's path with my fingertips
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Stars
Floating on a flat expanse
of water,
clear skies
and
dark ripples.
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Wrapped
The world is cruel
and so were you
but at least I could feel it
when you held me close
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Corset
"From what?"
I'm not sure
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Love Letter
My transition
is a love letter to myself
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Erosion
The river is the same
but you can never keep the water.
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Indoor Rain
The fuzzy edges of memories
are smudged
against the condensation
on the windows.
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Anthology II
My heartbeat marches on,
destination unknown.
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Running
Then,
when he feels as though
he’ll never be warm again,
he turns around.
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