you can wrap a corpse in ribbon, dear, but it will never look so lovely as the living
skeletal hands were not meant for warmth and sun
maybe that's why i've always liked the winter better
|so you think you can love me and leave me to die?|
church streetmaybe it was the smoke or the rain or the way our skeletons intertwined to keep out the coldchurch street by singagainsoon
but it was then that i realized no matter where we go or what we do i will always have some sort of nebulous, ever-expanding love for you and the way the rain hit your glasses and your calloused hands in mine and the way your laughter echoed through the empty park in the dead of night (who cares if we wake up the lady across the street?)
and we look at each other like we're about to kiss but we (somehow) never do, always just teetering on the edge of "almost" and every whispered declaration of affection hanging from our lips in the form of "be careful" and "see you later" and "you'll catch a cold"
we are just waiting to happen, two tiny, finite little plants with such an infinitesimal existence too short to see the world but
will we try
this time next year we'll be in californiashaking fingers never did anyone any goodthis time next year we'll be in california by singagainsoon
it's so hard to light a cigarette in the rain he says
i can hear the static in the background
and the cars splashing in puddles by the sidewalk
id give him my umbrella through the phone
if only i could shrink myself into the tiniest particles
and travel through that invisible dimension across imaginary phone lines
so we could share a jacket
and inhale the same smoke,
exchange comfortable silence and stained smiles
and the trembling, sweaty hands characteristic of (metaphorically) first love
still adore you with your hands around my necki am fascinated by your anatomy,still adore you with your hands around my neck by singagainsoon
all sharp angles and hunching shoulders
held together by wishful thinking and stretched-too-far tendons
i could draw you for hours,
slumped over at the table;
sleeping off your latest bowl upstairs beneath my duvet;
smiling, stale-cigarette-steeped teeth like old gravestones in a military cemetery.
impressionist painters could not capture your abstract honesty and the warmth of your burnt hands
seeing is believing but
i am still convinced i made you up
we are kings and queenshis eyes are bluer than the oceanswe are kings and queens by A-Lovely-Anxiety
in my hands, the sea inside my
purple flecks like my sailboats
lost in the storm.
his heart weighs heavier
than the little newborn in his arms,
cradling to his
chest and saying, "hi,
i'm your daddy.
i'm your daddy—well, i'm going to
try to be your daddy."
but his wings sound
like the bleat of a lamb's; wet,
and i could tear the pieces off
his hands are trains,
crashing into my body like my
skin is the tracks.
four am and we're watching info-mercials,
repeating the scenes
over and over in our heads like
legs tangled, thorns stabbing into our
fleshy sides as we
"baby girl, baby girl,"
he whispers, cradling me to
his chest, hair tickling,
"baby girl," he says,
"i'll never get rid of you."
i sit at an empty desk,
chipping away at my nail polish.
dead girls don't write poetrydear someone,dead girls don't write poetry by tubefed
there are no funerals
for the flesh
for the mind
no curtains & no cremations
for all our pretty words
you can't save every patient
a corpse would warm your bed
4/8i place a shell4/8 by solis-ortus
on your knee- it's
a silent plea
for you to ask me
why i'm looking at you like
and i would have told you
that it's because
i love you.
i would have told you
how i love
the way your hair curls
one massive cowlick and how i
love your one
dimple, the slope of
your nose and the
space where your
but you smiled and
slid it into your
pocket, which is okay
20 Things about MeTaken from Pokepower888 's Journal!20 Things about Me by Aerode
1. I like to write. (Who knew?)
2. I'm around 6 feet tall or 5' 11" and a half.
3. I have longish black hair and am frequently mistaken for Korean, although I'm Thai.
4. At the moment, I recommend Muse, M83, Lorde, and Son Lux.
5. A few of my biggest inspirations on dA are your-methamphetamine , LadyLincoln , ivorysinkshore , BloodshotInk , AyeAye12 , and singagainsoon . (The latter two don't receive the attention they deserve.
6. My favorite poem I've ever written is Tomorrow, We Leave for Home.
7. My favorite poem written by another artist is too relieved to grieve by ithaswhatitisnt .
8. My favorite author is King.
9. I like to cook (particularly desserts).
10. I'm extremely socially awkward in real life, more so than on