the wind blows

leaves rustle around my heart

leaves in reds and oranges

I wonder where you spend your days

how you veil your nights

I am drowning in heartache,

in the leaves

now lying on the ground,

and in your eyes

that tell only the truth

I'm some old vicious steeple

you forgot to condemn. These cedar rafters are bone-dry and coated

in dust, and the ghosts still light devotional candles

beneath. I'm whispering light me more. I'm waiting to go up. I was a witch

before the people learned to play with their gallows and matches.

Now they're coming and the old books don't say

how to still a mob. I coated myself in gasoline as a child

and they told me just you wait,

wait until you go up, you self-damning prophecy, but I still believed in angels

back then. Now I know they're stone faces that don't cry,

that the rain only comes when the clouds grow too heavy,

that I hold only one element in my hands. That these dark skies

are godless.

I was afraid once that I did not burn brightly enough.

I did not read up on the dangers

of burning too quickly.

I’d write you on the tree leaves❧

I’ll make ، ، ، ،

The letters ، ، ، ، ،

The words ، ، ، ،

And the leaves ، ، ،

Fall in your name ، ،

Like summer rain ،

And you will shine in the sky,

Like a rainbow.

We will ride the wind~

And travel to the moon,

In an eye glance.

When winter arrives-

I’ll hug you.. Tightly,

And keep you warm

In my heart.

While you’re possessively!

Expanding in my city,

On my heart pages,

As you’re reading them

To me, I’ll write them down,

Down, deep...

In my heart.

Oh, if you just do visit my city.

#Defined #Love #Invitation #Message #Poetry

Tear open your rib cage,

suck out your feelings,

expose your naked self.

Break all rules,

let your thoughts soar

without boundaries.

Scrawl graffiti of life.

Pluck heartstrings

with symbolism.

Lie in bed and listen

to hammered ideas.

Experience without

struggling or flailing.

Break out

of your restraints,

bathe in frozen fire.

Allow the rumble

of poetry to mesh

with your shadows.

#StringingUpPoetry #Challenge #LetMeSeeYourInsides #SkinInTheGame

you remind me

of water in the kettle,

fragments of voice recordings

saying things like

i loved someone who

was never mine.

you search for silence

in a crowd of strangers,

not realising the only emptiness

is inside you,

a version of paradise

you never asked for.

romance in rhythm –

gripped in paroxysms

of alternating grief and terror;

how long until the hammer falls,

and it becomes

impossible to love you.

it is only here,

where the world is sinking,

that i think of all the time, all

the years of rain –

sometimes i weep,

sometimes i drink.

loving you was like

remembering to breathe,

forgetting i was alive until you look me

in the eye, hands reaching.

the sun passed.

we were half-lying on patio chairs,

smoking menthols and kissing

filthy slow and bourbon rich.

i put aside my overcoat

and slept with you on the ledge

of your kitchen window.

we woke up shyer,

quieter, less certain

of why you touched me last night.

sometimes the blossoms

close after dawn.

that does not mean

i should want you any less.

Sing me a song for the hollow dead

echoes in their eyes, dust for lungs

the anguish of distance and the greyness

of a sky heavy with rain. Sing to me

church bell goodbyes. Sing the way that

willows will bend, the shape of the earth.

Sing a song for the hollow-eyed living,

a hymn for the saved, or something that

sounds like salvation, or just the sounds

of sheets against the mattress, the hush of

a lover sleep-softened, a sudden startling

coldness to that side of the pillow.

Sing me a new day. Sing me renewal.

This ache in my bones

And this itch in my brain

Renders my skin crawling

With each broken refrain.

And I'm longing for a taste

Of the words you would free

So put pen to parchment, dearest

Because I'm ready to feed.

there ain't any more room left for you.

i'm sorry kid, you just don't fit.

i got enough that i'm goin' through.

this is where we split.

I listened to your fairy tales.

i wore your rose-colored glasses.

you ain't got to make anymore sales.

you left me broken and in patches.

look at the damage you did with all those lit matches.

but hell don't last;

you are the past.

i found strength without you.

so take a bow,

there ain't no more damage you can do.

it's all over now. 

I'm splitting dreams to fill the hollow

While you're splitting at the seams.

And, unraveling, we dance

As we're split to the extreme.

And for extremes, we're tossed into

This despairing void never seen.

And we split and snap and cleave and crack,

Unraveling our dreams.