living girl, do not
build an armory out of
incisors & fractured femurs
do not seek
to fit this throne of bones; do not
shrink into the framework of this citadel
feral girl, feral heart,
we can scoff at those who want to live forever
(immortality is fickle)
but we
are more than
lost baby-teeth
& we
have words to give
yet
cynical: arsenical by counting-vertebrae, literature
Literature
cynical: arsenical
splinter-thorn boy,
it will all start to
d i s i n t e g r a t e
beneath you
you are
the least beautiful way to unravel -
all maggot-rot, no
split-thread, no
ribbon-torn boy
an architect of
self-abuse;
a god of
ru(i)n(n)ing
[away] &
no:
there is nothing holy about you
i will spit out these
blue teeth to
waste
myself again,
say
"can't you tell he's just empty space" &
i see 206 in 20/20;
otherwise my whole head's blurry
an extinction of self by counting-vertebrae, literature
Literature
an extinction of self
you may be a god but -
a mind
s c a t t e r i n g
every which way,
an amygdala that atrophies,
i am the
bone-collector
of no ablution;
in consuming, i
become corrosion.
- i am divinity.
living girl, do not
build an armory out of
incisors & fractured femurs
do not seek
to fit this throne of bones; do not
shrink into the framework of this citadel
feral girl, feral heart,
we can scoff at those who want to live forever
(immortality is fickle)
but we
are more than
lost baby-teeth
& we
have words to give
yet
on the ground floor, colorado 2013 by successwithhonor, literature
Literature
on the ground floor, colorado 2013
boy stays underground all day, be
with spiders, catching beautiful things
out of the air & smothering them with silk,
something sticky. see how they shine
in the right light, see all the angels
we've brought down from heaven,
how we coccoon them with ourselves,
how we consume them with the hope
that they wil become us. see how readily
we devour this guilt, this empty carcass;
how the funeral pews always fill up, see
all the digital eulogies floating in space, a
garden of tombstones or prayers or nameless
ghosts but nothing louder than silence.
boy learns that there is little difference between
suicide & stardom, since both seem to end
an atheist's guide to grieving by ignotism, literature
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an atheist's guide to grieving
i. let your soliloquies be private,
a prayer to trees and trees alone--
cargo shorts,
baby hairs,
everywhere soft.
tuck it away:
that song by the kills,
muffled sex under blankets,
apologies through gritted teeth
ii. when the news arrives,
remember this was not special.
a hundred other girls spoke
sottovoce
into his mouth,
felt the blue valley
of his collarbone
iii. watch
but say nothing
as they stumble over his pronoun
& still pinch tiny rainbow pins at his funeral.
iv. flinch every time you see an ongoing truck
v. remember him at all the wrong times:
drunk with friends,
making breakfast,
masturbating
vii. put that record on
I stared at the mirror today
trying to remind myself
that I am a hyena.
Misunderstood, but
great.
Hell - I’m lying
to you. To the world.
To myself.
I’m not even a
cicada -
At least they
have a voice
to scream.
& I wish
I could scream.
So loud the sound
breaks eardrums.
So loud
that all the voices
in my head
shut up.
- dearpoetry
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plate tectonics (of pulling yourself apart) by counting-vertebrae, literature
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plate tectonics (of pulling yourself apart)
i am all
the ridges
of your knuckles
&
the skin that splits
in two like a fault line
[ this is
survival
of the
sickest ]
a body of contour lines,
divergent boundaries -
can't you keep your bones
buried in the backyard no one wants
to see them
You don’t need to remember who I am (we didn’t talk much) but I still think of you sometimes and hope you’re finding good things in life. Your words always inspired me to write more honestly - sent me off on a path of healing through writing out my own wounds - and I never thanked you. I really wanted to thank you. And it’s okay if you never see this, but I wanted to at least say it, and that I’m wishing you the absolute best.
i love you so much and i miss you so much when can we resume doing div & ez things and being traumafaggots together vertebruh take care of yourself <3 love you to the end of the galaxy and back a billion times over :')
listen boy someday, when you are older, you could get hit by a boulder while you're lying there screaming "come help me please" the seagulls (hm!) poke your knees!