Richard Siken Poetry Starters
I wore his jacket for the longest time.
I’d live on the moon probably except I think I’d miss the moonlight
Eventually something you love is going to be taken away.
You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together
But you know how I am. I push too hard.
I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own
The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive
Monsters are always hungry, darling.
Sorry about the blood in your mouth.
I could pretend I’m speaking to everyone.
I’m talking to you, and you know it.
Everyone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else
Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing and not all of those things are good.
Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued.
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
Let’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other
Your body told me in a dream it’s never been afraid of anything.
Everything casts a shadow.
You could drown in those eyes
I swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth
I want to be grateful but I’m having a hard time with it.
I am sad and angry and I want everyone to be alive again.
I believe we will be reborn, because I believe everything, and I believe that we will meet again and suffer together again.
Keep talking. I’ll keep walking toward the sound of your voice.
I wanted to take him home and rough him up and get my hands inside him
There are so many things I’m not allowed to tell you
We are all going forward. None of us are going back
Is that too much to expect?
I didn’t want to see it this way
It’s too ugly to be human. It’s too ugly to be you
I’m sure you remember, I was on the phone with you, sweetheart.
Someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure.
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