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Let's play a game Oct. 23rd, 2016 @ 02:00 pm
Let’s play a game,”
Death whispers in your ears.
roulette wheel,
going around and around,
spinning before the decision ends.

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Current Mood: exhaustedexhausted

Likeness Oct. 17th, 2016 @ 11:00 am
You are breath,
bone and blinking
eyes wide, tears and sighs,
blood and skin and teeth
wrapped about
some incandescent dreams.

Just like me.
Current Music: Purity Ring - "Lofticries"

gray Oct. 16th, 2016 @ 10:09 pm
we used to talk every night about everything;
but lately you've started pulling away.

please don't rip us apart, that's the very thing
that will completely crush me at the end of the day.

i would have given you everything, anything,
but that wasn't enough because you left anyway.

you know, i used to imagine us, together, burying
all our demons, but now i'm alone in this cafe,

writing about someone who's made my life a dark shade of gray.
Current Mood: crappycrappy

I can be quiet Oct. 16th, 2016 @ 11:41 am
I can keep a secret, sweet
inside my lungs.
Well-hidden from the slings and arrows of
this new space that I inhabit,
this space wherein you do not visit--

as you are these days
to my call.
Current Music: Radiohead - "Climbing Up The Walls (Zero 7 Remix)"

Hot Summer Morn Oct. 13th, 2016 @ 01:35 pm
My neck was an axel
As I twisted my shirt
To face in the right direction

My neck gave a crack
As I twisted my head
To relieve the tight tension

My neck was a swivel
As I looked around
To find slippers for my feet

My neck had a kink
As I’d slept on it wrong
My mind swimming from the heat

Cycles Oct. 10th, 2016 @ 09:34 pm
Fear is the first thing I notice.
A fear of something unknown,
of an invisible threat
I cannot quite understand.

Then I feel anxiety,
unbearable and constant,
amplifying the terror
and crushing my heart and lungs.

Paranoia seeps in somehow,
finding out my darkest dreams
and showing me how I am
undeserving of the life I lead.

Then I cease the resistance,
allow resignation to flow through
and accept the way of things,
letting reasons for why stay unknown.
Current Location: home

Oct. 4th, 2016 @ 04:08 am
Sometimes, when you're walking around looking for coconut milk, you start thinking up things that rhyme:

The tapping of the beggars' cups
the shout of hawkers vying
chickens, gooses, ducks hung up
the smell of fishes drying
that, that's Hong Kong

rivers of people streaming
weaving in and out of cars
bowls of noodles and dumplings steaming
neon twinkling like the stars
that, that's Hong Kong

where the food is unprotected
don't walk signs never respected
tea is just something expected
that, that's Hong Kong

socks and sausages and pets
turtles squiggling inside nets
fabric one street, phones the next
that, that's Hong Kong

where taxis lean hard on the horn
where advertisements straddle porn
where cigarettes are quite the norm
that, that's Hong Kong

where 65's considered "winter"
and every day is an adventure
where only the curious dare enter
that, that's Hong Kong

Перший вірш Aug. 15th, 2016 @ 12:21 pm
Я не люблю віршів без рими,
Як без снігу вершини гір,
Несинє небо - нестерпиме
І тільки дощ рятує зір

гора Румійа 1595 метрів
Current Location: Ukraine,
Current Mood: depresseddepressed

These Ones... Jun. 22nd, 2016 @ 02:34 pm
These ones are for me to sleep
when I can't simply rest in peace.

These ones help me to stay awake
when I find it hard to concentrate.

These ones give me what my body lacks
from food I eat to try and relax

These ones are for my stomach
and its constant, unending ache.

These ones are difficult to swallow,
but help when I'm scared of tomorrow.

These ones feel strange at the start,
but the feelings fade as I drift apart.

These ones ease the pain in my joints
caused by years of stupid exploits.

These ones balance me out inside,
because I'm told that I'm not quite right.

These ones keep my veins from closing
and help to stop my heart exploding.

These ones find the throbbing pain
that fills my skull almost every day.

These ones try to keep me focused
instead of feeling panicked and hopeless.

These are ones I got prescribed yesterday
to fix all the problems the others create.

Trashy Love Poem Apr. 27th, 2016 @ 09:14 am
My lover is younger than me, which means his eyes are more kind than mine.
He doesn’t worry about things like credit scores or past due bills, or turning 30.
He has a soul like summer and when we lay together and our foreheads touch, skin to skin,
he says he can feel a buzz, a body high. We’re electric.

On weekdays at 5 AM, there’s a soft fog on his bedroom window
and sometimes I pull back the curtain and look out at the green expanse of land
and the silos along the road.
I’m a city girl, but those mornings
when he pulls me back against him and leaves a series of sloppy kisses along my spine,
I think I could stay here, in the dense dew and wildflower.

My friend’s say I make everything too easy for him, but I like to be that way--
I’m proud to be what is easy for him, what he knows,
what he touches.

Left to my own devices, it’s easy for me to get lost
inside my head.
He pulls me out from under the weight of worry.
He puts me inside of my body, and I’m present, and I’m his.
We are a simple equation among complicated things.
I have been scared for so long, and it’s been so exhausting.
I trust him fearlessly because it makes sense.
I love him without worrying about what that word means.
Everything is real, everything is in color,
sparking like live wire. We’re electric.
Current Mood: coldcold
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