Untitled

[imlookingforthesublime]

Frankenstein

I see as you burn

in the hands of another

in the hands of a lover

I watch as your skin

is dug out

of your bones

by nails no longer my own

as your lips are bitten

and your eyes are gouged

and you bleed

you bleed

and he drinks your juice

he drinks your soul

the soul I gave you

the soul I breathed into you

but I turn away

and start heading my way

into the workshop

to write a new

poem

[imlookingforthesublime]

Fuck

Losing it

to you

to your lips

to your voice

to your touch

to your skin

to your eyes

and your moles

and that stupid laugh

that I thought first was psychopathic

but it turns out

its me

the insane

the vile

the crazed

the one that laughs all the way

Terror never felt so close

like an old friend

sitting on your couch

watching

as you lose it

watching

as you hope

watching

the smiles

the sorrow

the woe

am I holding on to you

or like a fish

am i biting into the hook

[imlookingforthesublime]

Guys...

If one more spam/robot account follows me, I swear

[imlookingforthesublime]

I'm an addict

I said it.

And no I will not romanticize it

Although you might deem me

A hypocrite

Because this is a poem

And what is more romantic

Than

A Poem.

I'm an addict and a hypocrite

I'm addicted to the touch

The affection, the interaction

The Attention, the attraction

The moans and the swearing

And the unity I feel

The fact that for at least one minute

You won't let go

Even though everybody lets go

Everybody goes

But not for now

Not while you are still inside me

And I'm holding you

Tight

Tight

Tight.

I'm an addict

A daughter of addicts

Whose addiction gave room

For abandonement

And more addiction.

I'm an addict

And I can no longer breathe.

[haikkun]

Not A Muse

Injured animals

Run away to lick

Their wounds

Just me…

Crying quietly in

A dressing room

Been falling in love with songs

About other women all along

Had to kick and scream

To get into view

And I will never be

What I wrote for you

_______________________

Maureen Armstrong @haikkun

[imlookingforthesublime]

Once they heal

they starve

for their blood had fed them

And you sob...

Quietly you think

The dressing room

Always ask for your favorite song

But it never is for you

Wish I had silenced your screaming

You were in my view

Until you became

The woman I wrote without you

[imlookingforthesublime]

Confess

I want it

I crave it

The kissing

the giving

the living

The tropes

the hopes

the soaps

The "come over"

My lover

My cover

The feeling

The kneeling

The sealing

So why can't I have it?

Why do I hide it?

Why when I get it

I really can't find it

Love is no game

Nor is it blind

Nor is it one of a kind

Love is a race

I cannot finish

No matter what

It's always skittish

So I'll seal it Myself

I'll do the kneeling

And pray

Pray

Pray

Pray

A chorus

A long Hallelujah

I promise 'no biting'

No spilling

Nor asking

*

*

*

And then I'll feel like puking

Because I can't deep throat

Nor can I love deeply

So I'll keep on superficially sucking

[imlookingforthesublime]

May I come over

A question

That never truly is

A question

Because I know

What you'll say

It's either one of the two

And I fear them both

One holds hope and contact and warmth

and awkwardness, and rush, and silence

The other holds rejection and stress and anger

and peace and purity and freedom

so I ask

and I wait

and those damned three dots

never show up

and when they do

I breathe

and I die

[imlookingforthesublime]

Hunger

Please make it stop

I can't tell if I want to eat

Or if my lips want to feel.

I have always loved gum

And he always was what I chewed on

Until he wasn't

And now this hunger

Is peripheral

To my darkest desires

and to my stomach

Because I also starve

Quite Literally

[imlookingforthesublime]

I check

I check and check and check

And see the same writings

On my electronic book

Of lost stories and sad attempts

at humanity

I check for your name

with a blue-like circle

That tells me you still care

That you are there

That you'll make the effort of typing

Typing

They call it

I call it remembering

Just like the gardener remembers his rose

or the author his novel

or the hound the moon

or the artist their muse

Tell me

Do you remember

Or is it in our ritualistic fuck

Where you forget everything but me

Perhaps that's how your memory works

Once outside of me

I become a separate being

Uninterpreted

Unchanged

But when we are one

And I feel you

And I hug you

And I feel that shaved chin

And you hear my breathing

I remember you

I remember that

Even if the embrace wanes

And my names becomes nothing but a

Blue-like circle to you

A being outside your reality

A shadow from the outside world

Who remembers

I remember

Remembering

Remembered

What?

[imlookingforthesublime]

Change

Change can leave

The faintest of marks

And the saddest of smiles

It can be static

And it can be silent

And if the tree falls

The ear is still far away

Enough to not weep

But still close

Enough to

morph.

So tell me

What is best

To change in chaos to light to dark to light

Or to remain in peace-- to dark to dark to dark

Certainly, I can tell you

What the

Bat

Prefers.

[imlookingforthesublime]

I fell

So aggressively,

So surprisingly

So incessantly

I haven't stopped falling

It's not my past that's haunting

Me

Nor my future that concerns me

But this eternal state

Of

Falling

For dear life

For the sake of breathing

Falling for the sake of feeling

Yes

Everyone falls

Every

Single Soul

Feels the atrocious push

From one's own hand

Hoping to fall

Into your arms

Will you catch me?

Or will I fall into my own mouth

To be eaten

Raw