i write i guess

send me anything -- a name, a scene, a word, a thought -- and i'll give you my best attempt at poetry.

[winstongroom]

a noose.

this way to heaven

A shotgun to your head,    a razor to your wrists        a viper in your bed            a medicated bliss                a hunger never fed                    a speeding number six                        a life you've thrown away                            a sacrifice to the abyss                            i want to hold you in this world                        i want it all to go away                    i want this lonely life's fine pearl                you have to see the light of day            and yet no princes, dukes or earls        can color in your shades of grey    i see a lifeless, bloodied girland to the lifeless i will pray.

[winstongroom]

crushes

orange on your lips you got

hairs on you chin you're un

touched by the sun you're be

hind all the times ciga

rettes on the rooftops your

eyes glowing crimson you

can't tell what matters your

eyes always find me i

sit on the window your

feet swinging downward i

reach out to touch them you're

my only problem

[winstongroom]

send me anything and i'll write a poem about it

[winstongroom]

spires & mud

i’ve got to stop being so goddamn bitteri’ve got to stop scratching these wallsi look like a crazy, holed up in this circuspaused right at the precipice, waiting to fall.i’ve heard that i’m too hard to love, so they say,but i’m sure they are saying it wrong.i love myself far too easily, no;i love myself far strong.and i feel your eyes trapping mefingers increasinglyfinding me; spires in mud.and i’m bitter like horse radishpig spinach, cow cabbage:bitter and cherry-red blood.

[winstongroom]

1 am

I do not have some tragic backstory

keeping me up night after night after day after night.

I do not have an addiction to ugly brown

liquids, pollution to my sorry bloodstream.

I do not have too little time, or too little place:

just too little keeping me sane.

My eyes stay open

my heart beats only quicker

my eyes grow wider

my beats come faster

there is too much around me

too much that surrounds me

to close my eyes and dream

[winstongroom]

tissues

tea & issues

these are the waysthat you deal with your stresssour day after sour day

this is how you addressflaming aches of finesseright where your lungs used to stay;

a story of successfor the world’s blacks and greysbut your blood is the furthest from blessed.

you are human, i praybut in fact, i digress:we all hope to be human someday.

[winstongroom]

an extended metaphor for life

I hope you realize (but I know you don't)

that when you speak to me in these long, complicated sentences --

when you write Life love letters using words

like "gossamer" or "labyrinthine"

in that drawling cursive that calls back memories of a serotinal sky,

your words are simply manifestations of sounds;

your sounds only syllables blocked together;

your syllables merely letters strung apart;

your letters purely lines on a page,

the page the only tangible

being in the room

(of that, at the very least,

i am certain.)

[winstongroom]

you write beautifully. sometimes I write and was wondering if you would take a look at one of my poems? xx

Of course! Thank you so much. I'd be happy to.

[winstongroom]

peel

Back when your skin

was raw and tin

ted red from the sun,

swollen eyes and bags un

derneath them I dreamt

of our intertwined lives and their sent

iments, you would call my name

everyday and I swear

you liked me better

when your skin was peeling

[winstongroom]

Your poetry is fucking amazing. You are so talented.

This made my day.

[winstongroom]

send anything into this inbox and get a poem written about it

[winstongroom]

people

yellow pages

It was onlyas i flipped throughthe phone bookthat i realized there weredozens of you,and pages of me.

[winstongroom]

moon

she said to write about the moon

It stops the tides from overflowing;stops my waves from caving in;it stops the night from only showingstars and constellations whenyou want not dippers but a moonshine;firewater strong and coarse;the black blanket — god’s machine linedotted with a silver morsecode; too outdated; too neurotic;stick to night’s cool blues and greys —the moon itself prevents rhapsodicblack to take the night away.

[winstongroom]

lamplight

Night fell like a domino —impending and encapsulating —so quickly that it was too hardto discern your featuresuntil the lamplight caughtthat perfect angle.You asked me why I gaspedwhen I first caught sight of you,and I suppose this equatesto a poet’s explanation:One time I killed a manwho looked just like yourself.Maybe I was seeinghis ghost through your eyes(or maybe his ghostwas seeing me)

[winstongroom]

katie

Ka —

(you breathe inon the first syllable;and it’s hauntingand it follows you.but you need itlike you need airso you suck it inyou let it outin a woosh of)

— tie.

(your breath is goneor it hurts to breathe;you couldn’t tell the differenceif there even is one to begin with.it’s over, it’s donethe name has graced your lipsand now perished on your tonguebut it will never be overyou will never be doneshe will always be there —it looks like she’s won)

[winstongroom]

cobwebs and book-spines

No, you don’t rememberthe lives that you leftwhen you left my life for good.

They’re medical journalsand old magazinesand I’d read them if only I could.

I’m afraid that your bookshelfhas stayed in its place;untouched, unscathed, it has stood.

Each book has a thousand —a thousand one — wordspiled into that mulberry wood.

Each word has a meaning,a life of its own,a past it’s survived and withstood.

And each book has a spine,a spleen, and a heart,that you left when you left me for good.

[winstongroom]

nailbeds and dirt

He is trapped in the coffin of his underlavished apartment.

He is trapped in the graveyard plot of his unauthentic familials.

He is trapped underneath mounds of sticky, unwarranted memories.

He is yearning and churning, desperately searching

for a comfortable way to escape

from this two-by-four situation.