poetry by ash

[darklordofpoetry]

i am not property

i am real

human

soft & bewildered

wildflower

don't wilt now

[sevaria]

SEX TOY

[charl0ttan]

theres not a single goddamn person god can create whos worth staying with instead of transitioning

[darklordofpoetry]

When its all said and done

And the world has finally combusted

What will be left behind,

but soft ash?

[barometric]

1985 snow in Aroostook County, ME

[darklordofpoetry]

MY HEART IS NOT STONE

IT IS SOFT AND SCATTERED

BUT IT IS NOT STONE

[darklordofpoetry]

You don't understand!

No one does!

They are pulling my heart apart pebble-by-atrium

And I cannot feel anymore!

[darklordofpoetry]

help

Help

HELP

come find me in the darkness.

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, “A Letter to my Mother that She Will Never Read” The New Yorker, May 2017 

[darklordofpoetry]

I have given

Lord, how I have torn my body limb from limb

Severed heads and hearts the same

I am yet too much

Never-ending and infinite

Even as I lay still in the memory of my body

I have torn and burned her skin

Desperately digging for the man that lies underneath

I know he is in there, but God how deep?

How deep?

Have you not seen my flesh slide off my bones in the wee morning hours?

Have I not spent countless excruciating moments stitching cells--

A tapestry of those who came before me and those who came on me

Whittled down-- jagged edges run together smooth facets

Stabbed fingertips and sliced palms

Yearning for beauty

Ever unreachable

And I do reach and continue to despite

The gasping for air

The cool pull of the whirlpool

The desperation of the sea calling out

Come home. Come home.

You are of me and I rush through your veins

I create my own waves

They are not as beautiful.

[darklordofpoetry]

I'm trying to make friends

Put myself out there again

I'm prepared for hurt

I'm just not sure how much more of it I can take

It's not true, I'm great at making friends

It's the keeping friends and loving friends and losing friends

That I have trouble with

[darklordofpoetry]

I've always been so scared of eyes

But all I've seen in yours is

Breath post-drowning

Molten lava

Wind singing through vibrant grass

Radiation and radiance

A twinkle on the horizon

I'm always so scared of eyes.

[darklordofpoetry]

Hold me

Thats it

Just hold me.

[darklordofpoetry]

I will be your fever dream

If you will be my cold sweat nightmare

[darklordofpoetry]

I will be someone so important to you that you forget when you give yourself completely to me

It will come so naturally

Like kneeling before a god

When He arrives in all his blond and gold glory

[darklordofpoetry]

"But what do you want to change?"

I don't want to change but I want to be changed

I want love to change me into a better version of myself

Or maybe someone else I haven't decided yet

If I dye my hair, or strip it of all its colour

Maybe I too can be stripped of my colours

And what makes me so strange and imperfect

Is it drugs and alcohol or is it just me?

[darklordofpoetry]

Fuck you for being you but, more importantly, fuck me for being myself.