Though the world was red with wars, 

Though the trees were black with soot and grime,

Though too many things were wrong,

She smiled.

Light burst forth in the form of a moon that took up the blue-black sky.

Her lips kept going, to the back of her head and further, until it broke in two, hanging by a hinge like a jewelry box.

She was split in two uneven parts.

From the abyss that was her mind,

Came a single rose.

It opened to the full moon like the roses that are not of dreams, that sit dully in gardens.

But it was many-colored, and it was beautiful.

From the abyss that was her body, 

came her soul.

It pulled itself out by hands that were gossamer.

But it was many-colored, and it was beautiful.

It rose out of the old shell, as if by winds unfelt by flesh.

It was not an It, but a She.

And She who was the innermost part of Her, plucked the rose that was her mind.

She kissed it with her perfect lips that were not lips,

And it burst.

The old body crumpled, discarded and worthless on the lush grass that had sprouted 'neath the feet of this new being.

She kissed it as well, and it became a birch tree.

Thus, the She that was the inner most part of Her stood on her perfect toes that were not toes, and declared that all should smile this same smile, and free their perfectness from theirselves.

#poetry #prose

I want a violent death.

Car accident, a murder, a suicide

Anything, everything.

I want to feel the fear,

Quick and hot in my chest

The confusion, the calm.

I love the pain,

It makes me feel like a human—

An animal.

I’ll do anything for a little hurt—

I love it when he hits me hard,

Harder, Harder

I want to go to Hell!

I’m a sexual masochist God, please.

Every one I know

Will be there, anyway.

Who could die in

A white room, human made,

With chemical smells and

They won’t even let you smoke—

And go to a white Place with a white God

And sit in a white placid

cloudy calm for

Ever,

Never.

I need red hot blood and terror,

Let me feel the Devil latch

On to me with claws like fire.

I need to know my end—

Feel it ruining me.

To know all my cells are dying and turning off like

Little lights,

Never go gentle into the night.

#poetry

If you can’t hold

Your cruel tongue,

I just might do it for you

Next time.

I’d reach out quick

With feline claws and

Catch it from your throat—

If I didn’t care for you the way I do.

I can’t say a word,

Even to whisper your name.

Because mine is in

A hundred knots

I don’t know how to untie yet.

So don’t be angry with my silence,

I’m only trying not to lie.

And I’m not trying to take

The high road,

I’m only trying to stay on my own path.

And you’re not in my way.

Though I’d like some company,

If only you’d have me as I am.

Try to be silent,

It’s hard for a man like you.

Walk with me for awhile, dear.

I’ve been missing you

From the other side of the bed.

I think I’ll always miss you.

We could speak;

You know I’d prefer to stay in my head.

#poetry #heartbreak

You can have your freedom,

And I will have mine.

Despite having hoped against hope,

That we could intertwine.

I’m staring, waiting for something,

Not sure what I’m expecting.

There’s nothing to see in your eyes,

They shift like water, always reflecting.

And now we’ll sit all quiet,

Because nothing we can say is true.

Of course I thought I loved you;

I thought you loved me too.

Though I guess if I loved anything,

It was the idea of you.

#poetry #love #breakups #heartbreak