make me believe in _____

a stupid man and some stupider words

[kill-dyll]

someday soon my teeth will tumble out of my mouth and i'll knash through my gums like the horror i've seen reflected in my fathers eyes.

if you want i'll break my spine to get a glimpse of who the saints we're so close to. i'll empty out the lines of blue and white i've done off tables at parties, the tar will pour from my lungs and everything i've ever been will be spelled out in chemical letters for the world to see.

[kill-dyll]

divinity was never free

whats divine coats our teeth and lungs

and tastes like smoke

so we know we'll never be one of them

[kill-dyll]

i opened my mouth and

   gibberish fell out.

across whatever great distance was left between you and me

all the puzzle pieces

                strewn

  across the floor

nonsense curses and unhinged ramblings

your fingers curled between your teeth

from under your tongue you drew a piece.

jigsaw edge of your own accord

told me that "this is a start,"

  and laid it on the floor.

[kill-dyll]

danny ran his thumb over my rough night's ribbons

told me we were twins and so i believed him

to be one is to love, so i loved freely.

i spun out in my room some night

dashed my brains across the wall

my new lover couldn't help scoop them back into my skull

there was a ribbon on my forehead after

and we weren't twins anymore

[7sxvxn7]

[jericosilvers]

[heavensghost]

Richard Siken

[kill-dyll]

14 miles away from my home and my not-quite wings stretch their quarantine feathers, a declaration of freedom only i feel in my bones. the metal of the train tracks pass by beneath me and im not the type to spare a thought for the men who laid them.

nicotine rush keeps my rotting eyes open, and i've always questioned why i want them that way. i couldn't see your face through the smoke settling around us anyways

[cellphonehippie]

I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love (2002)

[purgatorypoetry]

It's supposed to mean something. It's invisible but etched into my skin and i could read it by touch but my fingertips are blinded from too long reaching for the sun. My palms are all concrete, callus-hard from too long rowing and rowing and my ears are tuned only to the call of 'Land'. And it's supposed to mean something. Something important probably. Or something that was before and might be again except no, no, you're lying to yourself and you know how naive you can be.

[kill-dyll]

full moon pupils wax and wane in my skull.

i spit and choke on a mad mans speech, but for once in my life my idiot's heart knows peace. i wish i could hold pretty boys tighter to me but the lord made me a weak motherfucker, so hand in hand keeps the ache away for tonight

[webfinds]

[kill-dyll]

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[kill-dyll]

house of wolves - my chemical romance // hozier's twitter // oh ana - mother mother // macbeth - shakespeare // chelsea hodson

[snippymustdie]

untitled - ft willz

[capitalletterlyrics]

two ghosts // harry styles

[discloareyousure]

how to be heard / how to make the earth listen

Say animal sacrifice. The woods of you. Say blade, horror, blood purple with machoism. Say anything but this, please. This contingency. This disembodied longing. Say bed, say walls, say room, light, window. Maybe a gazebo, if you're lucky. But then comes the walk through the great hall. Then comes the presenting, the hair-up song and dance, your smile a white-knuckled fist on the steering wheel. Now dinner. Now left turn signal. How you split yourself in half like veal. Always picking at your nails. Always gnawing. The raw meat of yourself. Then say, I am outside of me. I am the world outside of this body. But there's nothing revolutionary about speaking to the mountains like they are something to be trusted. You bandage the trust of your ribs. Why do you do this? Is it something in the air? Say there's nothing to worry about when you're sixteen and dying. Say l'appel du vide. Say navigation, say none of this is real and all the colors mute into death. Say chemicals. Say biology. Your words mean something. The shape of your mouth curls around the chilling nature of cognition, immolation. Then talk about the self. How it thrives under certain realities. How it thunders. Now say daily fabric. Say it again. Stubborn existence. Say it till you strain, your voice stinging like a thread. Say birth, a condemnation. The taut skin of the earth. The wrist on your wrist, air stirring with vindication. Say confessional. Say this will make a tongue in my mouth.