georgia
as i pray for change she fills my veins with honey
& uses my tears to water a frail garden
with seeds in her teeth,
she smiles at me
an instant reminder of earth’s infinite
& ever-changing beauty.
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georgia
as i pray for change she fills my veins with honey
& uses my tears to water a frail garden
with seeds in her teeth,
she smiles at me
an instant reminder of earth’s infinite
& ever-changing beauty.
failed attempt
you got in your car / the one that reflected hues of orange /so vibrantly it kissed every median and mile-marker it passed /
you were heading to san francisco /in a desperate and futile attempt to feel anything in those fleeting moments
you missed your flight back to georgia / the one you had been looking forward to for months / we called your roommate / no one had seen you for days, your phone turned off /each failed ring equally as antagonizing
a solemn park ranger found you alone, barely conscious / some say you were bleeding crimson all over your steering wheel onto a letter you folded into the creases of your speedometer / i haven’t heard from you since
i remember highschool / naive and high on rotting docks /overlooking the murky lakes of alabama
we would talk so long that our vocal-cords would fail us / laughing so hard it hurt to even breathe
we used to think that happiness was subjective location / that trauma does not follow you /
blatantly drunk we would lose ourselves in that wood-paneled basement /at the same parties every weekend / desperate to feel something new
i remember when we got those scholarships to go to england for two weeks / i had never left the country before /you fell asleep on the plane / your head on my shoulder
we went out to a bar one night / after walking the countryside / you went outside to take a call / i followed you out onto the street /you were sobbing so hard that when you hugged me / you left an imprint on my skin
i listened as you told me that your life was going nowhere / your chest collapsing violently with each breath
looking back i wonder if you shook like that / alone in your car thousands of miles away from home
i haven’t heard from you since the incident / my heart is blue / i am constantly reminded of you /i see you everywhere / awake and asleep / phantom memories that fade deeper the longer i go without seeing you
i hope you know that every time i see something beautiful /i desperately want to share it with you
in hopes, it will somehow dull your pain / that seems to infinitely pulse from your hollow veins
i only pray that you wake up one day / in a place where you can finally heal.
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i hope everyone is doing well! i haven't used this platforms in ages, miss everyone dearly...
kindly, carly
drown me
you wash my hair in the moonlight
where no one can see
your touch makes half-moons in skin
and the water burns me
when i feel you against me
i pray for change
you wash my mouth out with soap
as you vow to become a better man
i let the water fill my lungs
and surrender myself to a voiceless god
the ambiguous garden
as i pray to a distant god
the angels cry to grow a garden
above the rotten foundation
bees fill my father's veins with honey
together they offer peace for the
blood i have lost at his expense
in 2012 we plant violets in stained pots
yet they only wither away to dust
i rest my head on my sorrows
and dream of a better life
years later the violets begin to flourish
an impermeant omen to new beginnings
a journey out of nothingness
haziness leads me to the edge of this earth
& begs me to walk off
three sideways steps dare me
to cut down this body
& fall into serine nothingness
as i dream of infinite pools of blue,
life pours from a surgeons mouth
throwing up dissolved emptiness,
the light grows bright
and the haze is lifted.
slowing down
they tell me to slow down and
worry about my health.
time is slipping through my skin,
my wrist resembles wet paper
and your fingernails still make half-moons in my skin.
but i can’t stop thinking about the fingerprints you pressed into me
and how i tried to cut them out-
thought
at a young age,
i learned that the face carries a heavy amount of
blood.
anonymous
the earth would become sublimated without technology-
anger now comes in the form of radio static
as you shout at the tv screen,
reminding me of my father.
the air you used with me to tell me about your
dreams is being recycled.
what a concept behind blue eyes
as you leave your mind to enter a world
unknown.
desperate for attention you were yelling before
you could talk-
a bleeding siren to the depths of your
insanity.
destruction
the light has teeth in the same way
your bleeding heart
was surrendered to me
desperate to feel anything
upon that fleeting moment-
ash, haze,
& judgment pours from my ceiling
with your elbow against my throat.
under your purple hands,
i have fallen out of love
& into a cycle of
self-destruction.
two hours
in two hours, i will see your casket
paid for by your grieving mother
& her gofundme account.
i cannot write poetry about your death
because i refuse to believe that
a man in the sky would
take the life of a nineteen-year-old.
but he did,
take your life.
your soul is gone
and when the sunsets at rosehill cemetery
your body will be in the ground
slowly deteriorating-
an oden to a life
taken too young.
A L O N E
cold nights
&
a dimly lit screen
fall in my hands;
an ode to loneliness
i’ve suppressed
inside my
bleeding heart.
i n s a n e
the light has teeth / in the same way / your bleeding heart / was surrendered / ash / haze / destruction- / pours from the sky / i’ve fallen out of love / under your hands / with an elbow to my throat / my splintered body grows weak- / you become insane - infront of me /
seven stitches over blue
one man. his face is jagged like the edge of a dull razor-blade. every thursday, he takes a city bus and walks three miles to come to our art program. he always greets me with a huge smile and a trash bag full of canvases. during the day he tries to fix broken things. his hands reveal years of calluses and scars. i notice the dried blood that has seeped through his shirt. he shows me where he was stabbed four days ago. it’s infected and smells of burnt iron. we take him to the hospital, where he’s stitched back together w/ seven stitches over blue. the seldom doctor tells us that the knife barely missed his lungs. when people ask him who stabbed him, he only shakes his head. the next time i see him, he holds my hand and tells me it was someone who hurts in their soul, a diagnosis no doctor could fix.
w o m a n
one woman. older, hair gray like burnt ash. her mouth folds inward when she speaks reminding me of a jack-o-lantern. she looks like my great-grandmother, the resemblance is frightening. i teach her how to write again on the front steps of second avenue. she chain smokes cigarettes and tells me about her murdered mother. when i tell her i’ll be back next week she thanks me. kindness is not something she expected.
pursuit of desire
sometimes i wonder
what it's like to die in the pursuit of desire,
would it fall like ash beneath the feet of humanity
or be reborn
like fresh flowers in the spring
slowly growing
beside decomposing bodies.
thought
i need to be set free.
tears full of loss
i cannot cry
to a god that sees me looking
down at a hole in the earth-
instead,
i’ll sit full of hunger-
wanting to bring them back
i’ll of watched death wrap her skeleton kissed-fingers
around yet another loved one's throat
w/ the hum
of slowing monitor
before she’s stuck another knife
into my chest
because a god that takes life
away from those that deserve
it most,
does not deserve my tears.