writings and rambles

[wisheslikedreams]

i want  / something bitter and sweet / like the taste of your lips / the chocolate you fed me. i want / to run until my lungs collapse / and make black holes in my chest / until i can swallow myself from the inside out. / i will say “i’m sorry / that my world is not yours / that my lips cannot make the shape / of your mouth / i’m sorry / i’m sorry / i’m sorry” / until the words stop falling from me / dripping like the last dregs / until i can open my mouth / and the only thing to come out / is blood. i want / something unhealthy / something that smells like whiskey and burnt hair / and cuts as deep as your nails in my skin / your teeth on my lips / your words in my mind. i want / you.

lonely night musings // dvl

[wisheslikedreams]

dream girl // insp @aislinnrose

[thewrittenpoet]

the stunning cover of our fourth issue. check it out at http://figrootpress.com/2017/03/31/issue-four-april-2017/. i’m so proud of it. all the mad props for design to @paolo-tedeschi.

[wisheslikedreams]

concept: you press kisses into my collarbone, break your lips across my skin, spread your blood like your last communion, and exhale the heavens into my lungs.

dvl

[wisheslikedreams]

tree trunk teeth reaching / for the sun buried in the back of your throat / decompose

fragments//#2

[wisheslikedreams]

It’s Valentine’s day and I feel like I ought to write  something in your memory. 

But every time I put pen to paper My heart crumples inside my chest.

This is not a love poem.  This is not an I-miss-you poem. This is a fuck-you-we-could-have-been-happy poem.

One year ago to the day, I was lying on your couch wishing that  I had the courage to kiss you.

Today I am crying in my bed wishing that I never had.

[wisheslikedreams]

she bares her teeth / and carves her name into my hips

fragments//#1

[wisheslikedreams]

we’re waking up with flower petals stuffed down our throats / choking on silk soft hair / wrapped around our throats like nooses / fish hook thorns tearing our skin / drawing blood until our lungs flood /

d.v.l.

[wisheslikedreams]

there are cities growing inside me the rust is eating me alive do not burn me from the inside out let me take bites of the universe and call it breakfast

ramblings//#4

[wisheslikedreams]

i dance in the ruins of our love, twirling through hollow bones and empty smiles. there’s ashes in the air and they sparkle like glitter. the burnt remains of everything i was and everything we could have been.

ramblings//#3

[wisheslikedreams]

she has entire worlds in her eyes and galaxies in her soul. with every breath she takes she inhales screams and exhales stars. my girl, my love, my wonderful light she is the reason i can see

(and my god, i swear she tastes like liquid fire)

[wisheslikedreams]

i have seen things only gods could imagine. the clouds wreathed with lightning and blood falling from the sky like rain. the ides of march are upon us but caesar is already dead.

ramblings//#2

[metvmorqhoses]

i have never loved anyone the way that i loved you//fingers slipping over silken hair//i only felt my heart sing the way it did with you the once//and even then i wasnt convinced it wasnt screaming// --!!! noctifer

. the dead anon poets society .

[wisheslikedreams]

i dont need god anymore but i still find myself searching for His reflection in the window of every church and synagogue i pass.

ramblings//#1

[wisheslikedreams]

i. father forgive me, for i kissed a girl until my lips bruised and split open and holy water spilled out of me like all the confessions i never made.

ii. father forgive me, for last night i went dancing among the stars, picking lights out of constellations and snorting poppy dust until i swore i could see your face.

iii. father forgive me, for i woke up this morning and i found myself in the home of a stranger. she made me coffee and breakfast and promised to call me. i don’t know if she will, but i know that i want her to.

iv. father forgive me, for i just don’t see how this act can be a sin. i understand it must be, for wars have been fought over it, but how father, can you sentence me to hell just for trying to drink the sweetest nectar i’ve ever seen, nestled in my love’s lips

v. father forgive me, for i kissed a girl. and she kissed me back

[wordsnquotes]

She’s not just a girl. She’s the only evidence of God that I can find on this entire planet.

St. Elmo’s Fire (1985), Dir. Joel Schumacher (via wordsnquotes)

[bunlly]

One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.

Friedrich Nietzsche (via illuminosity)