Replete.
I find myself awake today unlike any
other. My eyes the sandy camel's,
far and wide
the glaze
it hits me with a force that knocks wind
from my chest
and every day I wake beside you I
feel as though I am entering life
for the first time
repeatedly famished they drink
(I drink) you like an oasis in the desert
parched and eager
the clouds cannot hold me down
this force
it is ultimate and it dwells deep in my
stomach
black hole chasm
I want to take you
keep you stranded inside
lost with me, and found.
The heart takes photographs of her feelings. by AVolatileCalm, literature
Literature
The heart takes photographs of her feelings.
One.
promiscuity at its peak
she ducks and weaves around his middle,
sliding across her chest
snake-like and sly-eyed smile
pasting kisses with their maiche hearts
he holds her firm; holds tall; holds her
sweeping his hands
they form fists around breasts
planting love like seedlings, watering her with an ocean
of cool calm drowning pegasus
take flight
wings fold around a centre crushed and spent,
could do this all night,
and they thrust and spend their hours spending
their coat-walls and
shattering ceiling cracks
while these stories they share
mere baggage
carry the weight, I'll hold you to your feet
my dear.
Two.
I cannot fathom, in all of
the sky is a haze of sunken grey, peeping stars and galaxy incredible. I sit beside you and in the dark we smoke clouds of imperfect, discussing the world and the love for our fathers that is a long time coming. We shiver collectively at the delight of the moon's mysterious guise and just like the universe I want to crawl myself inside you, discover your uncharted wiles and subspace that is your terrain,
the golden glow of your face in the morning sun is an acquired taste that I could suck down and consume for the eternity that is our lives; this panting a losing battle of the subliminally hypnotized, and its undeserving glory would preceed
Replete.
I find myself awake today unlike any
other. My eyes the sandy camel's,
far and wide
the glaze
it hits me with a force that knocks wind
from my chest
and every day I wake beside you I
feel as though I am entering life
for the first time
repeatedly famished they drink
(I drink) you like an oasis in the desert
parched and eager
the clouds cannot hold me down
this force
it is ultimate and it dwells deep in my
stomach
black hole chasm
I want to take you
keep you stranded inside
lost with me, and found.
The heart takes photographs of her feelings. by AVolatileCalm, literature
Literature
The heart takes photographs of her feelings.
One.
promiscuity at its peak
she ducks and weaves around his middle,
sliding across her chest
snake-like and sly-eyed smile
pasting kisses with their maiche hearts
he holds her firm; holds tall; holds her
sweeping his hands
they form fists around breasts
planting love like seedlings, watering her with an ocean
of cool calm drowning pegasus
take flight
wings fold around a centre crushed and spent,
could do this all night,
and they thrust and spend their hours spending
their coat-walls and
shattering ceiling cracks
while these stories they share
mere baggage
carry the weight, I'll hold you to your feet
my dear.
Two.
I cannot fathom, in all of
the sky is a haze of sunken grey, peeping stars and galaxy incredible. I sit beside you and in the dark we smoke clouds of imperfect, discussing the world and the love for our fathers that is a long time coming. We shiver collectively at the delight of the moon's mysterious guise and just like the universe I want to crawl myself inside you, discover your uncharted wiles and subspace that is your terrain,
the golden glow of your face in the morning sun is an acquired taste that I could suck down and consume for the eternity that is our lives; this panting a losing battle of the subliminally hypnotized, and its undeserving glory would preceed
The second of the 11 things. by AVolatileCalm, literature
Literature
The second of the 11 things.
one
Even as I pluck this pen from wooden desk
and try to put its ink safely as possible to page
(with headaches and fuzzy eyes to accompany
this illness), I know it will be a long-time-
letter-in-the-making.
How do you verbalise what someone means
to you?
How do I tell a future-Man that I was the one
who stole his strength
as my own, and now Atlas' toned shoulders
are all he believes?
(why not the World's?..)
I don't know how to talk with-
11. Did you know how completely you broke my heart?
The innocent heart, not the one I have now.
I'm grateful for the gracious way you let me down.
I still love you.
10. We almost made a mistake
You ran rings 'round my sensibilities
it only took halitosis and summer heat to bring my senses back.
I hope you like your home improvement man.
9. Your grip in a vacuum cabin was like iron
you were scared of plummeting
and I was scared of what we'd become.
Where are you now?
8. Did you ever know it was me?
I tried to cover it up the best I could.
I fell asleep and woke to realize what I'd don
11.
10.
9.
8.
7.
6.
5.
4.
3.
2.
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.
11.
Which one are you?
11.
Youre a close friend, or at least
You were
Weve grown
Apart
Maybe I
Tore
Us apart
Maybe its because
Youre still following
ME
Stop
Please
You arent that bad of a person
Even though many nights
Those words of yours
Entice my tears to play
I dont love you
Sometimes
I wouldnt even call it
Tolerance
I dont hate you
But
I hate your words
one.
i think about you. all the time. every night i dream of you, and when i wake up all i think about is you. you are always on my mind.
two.
thank you. for this and that and the other. thank you for everything i am and everything you have helped me to become. without you i would be nowhere.
three.
stop talking. please. your whining hurts my ears. for once, just once, think of what someone else wants. it's not all about you.
four.
don't leave me. don't ever leave me.
five.
you rock. seriously. you're the reason i get out of bed sometimes. i love you and everything we do. never forget how awesome you are, not ever.
six.
i'm still t
Dont you know its you Im always writing about? You were the one that got away, except youre much too big to be a fish, and I could never outsmart you, not even with the most delicious bait. Your eyes used to harden into glass when they looked at me, until I hated them so much I wished they would fall out and crack, but with time and persuasion, now they are soft blue cottonballs. We had plans to conquer the world together, and we may not have achieved that, but weve almost conquered each other. We still won, in the end.
They say you never know what youve got until its gone, but you never really left,
And I speak with qualifiers like
"kind of"; "sort of"; "maybe" and "a little"
Because if I spoke with as much passion as I
Feel, you all would think
I am crazy.
"You know, I'm starting to kind of think that maybe, I might be a little crazy."
And I want to feel your steady breath against
The curve of my spine every
Morning. I want to feel the aching press of your
Fingers against my tender breastbone. I want to
Feel your longing, your need, your passion
In the way your arms wrap around and constrict my fragile ribcage.
"Please, break me. So I have a reason to feel so broken."
And when the words have dried and stuck to your
Cracked
“What’s on your arm? What’s on your thigh?”
I scratched myself, darling—but I will be fine.
“What’s on your wrist? And why do you cry?”
Oh, silly—they’re signals, they’re my warning signs.
“Why are there tears coming out from your eyes?”
They show that I’m breaking. My laugh’s a disguise.
“What’s on your forearm? What’s on your mind?”
I’ll be okay, darling.
I just wish to die.
Sometimes, when I'm sad
I remember that one time,
All I had to worry about was
If the bubbles I had blown, were about to
Disappear.
Sometimes, when I'm sad
I remember that one time,
I began to worry about the day that
My childhood would simply
Disappear.
Sometimes, when I'm sad
I remember that some day,
When I'm sitting with my husband
In the old old house... my days will simply
Disappear.
And that day,
The day when my heartbeat is
Silenced...
The day when my breath
Truly gets taken away.
That's the day
When my worries, my concerns, my fears...
Will simply...
Disappear.
granted the sickness by sweetwildlight, literature
Literature
granted the sickness
tell me you love me.
five years of you, dancing around me like a hurricane
five years of momentum in a field of sugar cane
and i'm flattened by your footprints
and i'm torn root from stalk by the silence
you made a promise
and in my heart i kept it; held you to it.
the spring is beautiful and the weather still
the heat is golden and the wind is mighty
but there were no changes at the waterline
and there was nothing to breathe but light
now i'm strangled by the quiet;
the things i won't allow myself to say
and the beautiful i felt in me has left, intertwined with your fingers
and i just want to fall away and rot like a leaf
left
menstruation is a bitch by AVolatileCalm, literature
Literature
menstruation is a bitch
I trial the embrace of femininity,
like a blow to the womb
with a jagged knife
I am wasteful,
cookies on sour-creamed
taste bud foul
I distance my
self
this is not utopia -- this is menphobia.