scribbling in the dark

[thesleepysylph]

the train roars by not stopping

i hardly notice anymore

but if i could listen i would hear

all the thoughts i don’t think anymore

i don’t think anymore

but if i could i would remember

sweet talk under streetlights

please walk me home again

walk me home again

in that end of summer sorrow

i am a slouching setting sun

you are the horizon i melt over

the horizon i melt over

trembles in premonition

if i could hear i would listen

but the train roars by not stopping

[thesleepysylph]

Purple Twilight

i think about us in supercuts

i whiteout the darkest nights

I skip to our backs on the grass

midnight dew, i look at you

that glint in your eye

i blamed it on the streetlight

everything was covered

in that strange purple twilight

our feet had the same rhythm

like soft tiger paws

our sneakers on the side walk

crouching by the brick wall

i have a secret

you have it too

we can stay where it’s warm

we can out-wait the storm

you’re my windbreaker

a tree bending down to me

i’ve never dared beyond

my constant shaded shelter

I can’t compare anything

to this heavy heartland weather

it’s so fun not to blame you

it’s so fun not to hate you

it’s so fun to repaint you

I choose the perfect saturation

for this newly made montage

our blacks and blues

are now camouflaged

and the crumpled story

looks smooth, brand new

[thesleepysylph]

romanticism

there’s a jar of roses on my nightstand

he comes inside and shuts my door 

I lick his lips and fit my hips into his hands

his clothes are on my bedroom floor

.

I’m only thirsty in the dead of night 

In the dead of night, water is sweet

I lay heavy and swollen under moonlight

lapping him up in the folds of my sheets

.

when he leaves I dust away his handprints 

I’m in denial of the way he makes his mark

sunrise reveals the hole of his absence 

it’s in the morning that my room grows dark

[thesleepysylph]

[thesleepysylph]

[thesleepysylph]

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[recaption]

[thesleepysylph]

i think i’ll stay

[yourneighbortoasty]

being brave in the face of new experiences

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[god-fell-silent-when-i-cried-ou]

If you ever need someone, I’m here.

[thesleepysylph]

Love Sick

that’s what I tell them

so beautiful, so worth it

It’s a sugar rush: sticky and sweet

straight into my veins

pushed out of a syringe

and at the end of the day

I sit drowsy and swollen

I feel it in my thighs

my belly, my eyes

the syrupy confection

all over my fingers

I can’t wash it off

clings to me like honey

heavy in my stomach

so I sit heavy-eyed

rocking back and forth

I can’t fall asleep

my eyes are burning

but I keep holding them open

red, raw and taut

I try to keep them from closing

stretch my skin till I’m gaunt

and smiling like a skull

as long as I’m awake

I can hold him in my mind

as soon as I lose consciousness

I see our story’s decline

love sick and rotting: so sweet

I suck something hard

in my mouth: candy or teeth?

all I know is I am love sick

made of sugar and bone and—

I must not fall asleep.

[thesleepysylph]

I’ve always been uneasy about writing pantoums because they feel too repetitive...but here you go:

Losing

Please do not fall asleep on me

My tongue grows heavy and numb

Finally I fear to be free

I wonder: what will we become?

My tongue grows heavy and numb

What is it that I never knew?

I wonder. What will we become

when I can no longer see you?

What is it that I never knew?

Finally, I fear to be free

when I can no longer see you

Please. Do not fall asleep on me

[thesleepysylph]

prompt word: reverie

——————————

I exist I exist I exist

I’m tired of convincing

Tied to a piece of lead, limping

So my feet will stay rooted to the living

I exist I exist I exist

But they’ll never find me

I’m lost in a milk and honey reverie

Sifting through the over-worn memories

I exist I exist I exist

But don’t look too closely

It might not be me in this body

I’ve learned the trick of living remotely

[thesleepysylph]

I hate this place

It’s overlay of dirty gray

A yellowed bulletproof cellophane

Clings between me and everything

And I am just trying to

Be close to something

Body bent against a hurricane

It’s a pitiful attempt

Because the place is in me

Protected with the convincing

Of consistent poisoned thinking

[thesleepysylph]

Is this ok?

Are these lines too faint?

Should there be changes made?

Was it a mistake, after all?

I began a pale yellow

One drop of blood

It turned to a sun-fire glow

Will the sky turn blue for me?

When day breaks in two

And they discard it’s pieces

I’ll dilute myself in shadow hues

Is this the dark you needed?

It’s cross-contamination

You can’t go back after that

Why is it always a negotiation?

What’s the point

if you can’t see yourself, anymore?

—from validation

[incendavery]

ugh! blegh!!

[thesleepysylph]

car rides in the late night

safe in an alternate timeline

streetlights glow on your face

the outside world is erased

white lies, like snow

melt harmless on the window

our stories are rehearsed

creating our own parallel universe

but if I said I miss it I’d have to admit

something that never existed

at most a figment of the dark

no ink, just a fading watermark