there will be time enough
in other days
to surface
but in this moment
let my lungs,
dire for your grace,
drink.
starling, beat your wings
till the firing pin
glitches
and affords you on-high views
of your spiraling
riches.
take note of your form
in clever pen and phrase
distant
and fall in love
with your chirality like
I did.
there will be times
that look like charred bark
and feel like your name
as he spat it,
but heartstar
don't suffer
the addicts.
shutter the attics
that risk us, the tragic
and viscous, all manic
dimensions
let quiet.
sit warm
and still
in my chest,
and I'll happily
sink.
i.
i never make the same mistake,
except when i do.
ii.
i crossed the street with my eyes closed
and hoped to hear the siren,
not the screeching of tires
nor the sighing
of my last loved breath
being violently reft,
nor the screams
of the ones
i have left.
iii.
i will write a book
on how to dig up a road full of gold
with broken fingers,
how to uproot an ocean
then bury yourself beneath it,
how to live with a cross
that you nailed.
iv.
i am better
for having known you.
i am more aware
of my human
core.
i am seeing
that my hands don't weave,
they knot.
i am worse
than i thought.
v.
i never make the same mistake,
except when i do.
vi.
i fe
when i close my eyes it gets dark by gliitchlord, literature
Literature
when i close my eyes it gets dark
all i tried to be was everything.
make you laugh, let you sing.
maybe i'm a parody,
maybe i'm a peregrine.
maybe i dove in too fast.
maybe you're a growing thing,
not exactly perfect and
not precisely crystalline.
maybe you just stretched your wings
to see if they could carry you.
both of us were blindly risking
everything, i swear to you.
we were tinder laced with gasoline,
ready for the kindling.
kinder words and ashen feet.
ciphered worth and lasting reefs.
cinders swirling happily,
tender as the lapping sea.
limber as a jasper ring.
ouroboric squandering.
maybe we were everything
we needed to prepare us
for the only end we ever earned:
i. conquestions
exultant bribe of a grace
flown from heaven
imbibed with abandon
and branded unleaven
a weapon
formed from grains
presented to veins
and the deafening brays
of sanctified transmit
absent and yet everclutched
never once did you manifest
your slander prior to the day
your anchor blessed
the oft-discovered shore
and the jealous land
demands the sail
of more
ii. permutastes
swished within the jaw
and kept
staining teeth
and silk sheets
and the way your hair twirls about your fingers is like no strand wants to release you at least not without a proper surrogate
and i'm not one
to reach for meaning
but now
iii. crimsongstr
love letter to the state of florida by successwithhonor, literature
Literature
love letter to the state of florida
1.
i am not in love with you.
i left you when the leaves turned and i'm back for now,
but only 'til i muster the strength to hoist my bags & run away
for good.
believe me, it's not that you're not paradise,
because i've had my fair share of briny breezes & tequila sunrises
and i too have caught myself with my toes in the sand for a tad
too long.
blinding white is just too opaque for glass houses and you know
the way the sun shines at midday, that'll melt your face right off
if you stare long enough--
trust me, i know a guy.
2.
last saturday i saw your face on the cover of a national geographic
at the doctor's office,
they caught you