Impromptu dive
Poised at the ready at I breathed in deeply of the soured and salty water below.
Plunged headlong into a reprobate's sea, and tossed along the violent upheaval
of love's misgivings,
I deceived myself with carnal waves.
I was a miscreant's toy, well, for awhile, until
I was cast out of his sea and washed ashore, alone,
Ashamed,
My soul depraved.
Morrissey memories blare from long ago sanguine daydreams.
Beauty undefined was the drawn out undulant note of a stringed energetic instrument abuzz with the hum of a thousand honey coated bees,
Bursting juice barely contained in a peach, a blazing landscape lay open under the surface of strings, a tightrope for calloused fingers to glide like dancers across the wire;
My fingers traced the countered map of your skin well in desperate hours, your heartbeat beneath a dull thumping drum line to euphoria's caprice, to my motives.
No drug since have I known as powerful as youth as kisses as u bliss
Now diminished
Dull is the fuzzy tasting dr
Fairy Tale
Somewhere near sorrow, I lost my companion guide to love.
On the banks of Acheron, I perused the fisherman's nets with a Hydra,
Hoping it had washed ashore.
I checked my pockets,
Found treasures not thrown away,
But many missing all the same.
The how-to-obdurate smile the Hydra
bartered hard for
And I came away with a just in case
from its first aid kit
In case some hero should tear
open in me
a vital too deep,
In case my luck is in
and I find
a skilled magician
Who can cross-stitch,
Supposing I haven't already left something very essential
On someone's sheets
--Slivered portions of my heart,
Sparkling aura re
Impromptu dive
Poised at the ready at I breathed in deeply of the soured and salty water below.
Plunged headlong into a reprobate's sea, and tossed along the violent upheaval
of love's misgivings,
I deceived myself with carnal waves.
I was a miscreant's toy, well, for awhile, until
I was cast out of his sea and washed ashore, alone,
Ashamed,
My soul depraved.
Fairy Tale
Somewhere near sorrow, I lost my companion guide to love.
On the banks of Acheron, I perused the fisherman's nets with a Hydra,
Hoping it had washed ashore.
I checked my pockets,
Found treasures not thrown away,
But many missing all the same.
The how-to-obdurate smile the Hydra
bartered hard for
And I came away with a just in case
from its first aid kit
In case some hero should tear
open in me
a vital too deep,
In case my luck is in
and I find
a skilled magician
Who can cross-stitch,
Supposing I haven't already left something very essential
On someone's sheets
--Slivered portions of my heart,
Sparkling aura re
Stitches in Seams by DancesWithLightening, literature
Literature
Stitches in Seams
Welcome to my life.
It is more fascinating than a tiny flake of snow.
From the second I wake I hear winter winds echoing through my mind.
It reminds me that summer suns are disappearing behind the clouds.
Through all this mixed confusion, I always say that snow angel kisses make up for the empty cold.
This makes me warm when even a fire couldn't erase the numbing sensation in my heart and in my mind.
When I am broken, I get scotch tape and safety pins.
Broken like glass, like shattered porcelain hearts,
Like a broken bird you hold in your hands, intent on saving it before the sun goes down.
This is my life, not yours; you don't unde
i.
you have broken me into one thousand and twenty-eight
incongruent pieces; three years have passed and i am still
stepping on stray shards of my soul and watching the heels
of my feet bleed every time i walk through a dark room
ii.
the words you spoke and the things you moaned into my
ear have wrapped themselves around my heart as intricately
and stiflingly as the words i carved harsh and poignant into
my skin with a thumbtack in the front row of english class
iii.
rage brought you through my bloodstream and into my aorta
but my heart is too small to house so much shame; my skin
is too tight and i cannot make myself fit knowing