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Like a black hole, it draws the masses.
Flashes of metal, the smell of leather
The sound of boots and low chatter
Fill the space like a fluid.
We're in there, among them.
Brushing shoulders with dark strangers
Tasting the late summer night
On hot, expectant tongues.
The dark pulses with an electric surge
And suddenly there is blinding colour
Washing us over, and over
Igniting a thrill inside.
I take your hand and we rush forward
The crowd tightens, we seize the gaps
Weave 'round curved spines and locked lips
As the first wave builds up…
…And breaks.
We awake on someone's floor.
Smiling, you turn your head and croak,
"Let's do that some more."
Flashes of metal, the smell of leather
The sound of boots and low chatter
Fill the space like a fluid.
We're in there, among them.
Brushing shoulders with dark strangers
Tasting the late summer night
On hot, expectant tongues.
The dark pulses with an electric surge
And suddenly there is blinding colour
Washing us over, and over
Igniting a thrill inside.
I take your hand and we rush forward
The crowd tightens, we seize the gaps
Weave 'round curved spines and locked lips
As the first wave builds up…
…And breaks.
The crowd jumps, we scream outThe morning creeps over our eyelids.
Our voices hurt but we still shout
The ground shakes, our ears ring
We've gone hoarse but we still sing
Our bodies ache, we know we're bruised
But it feels good to be abused
Oh, we're a mess, but we don't care
Sweat-stained faces and tangled hair
The encore's done, the crowd takes flight
Don't know where we'll crash tonight
Keep on singing down the street
The cold road bites at our bare feet.
We awake on someone's floor.
Smiling, you turn your head and croak,
"Let's do that some more."
Literature
Constructive Criticism
"Tell me what you think."
"Of the poem?"
"No, of my face. Yes, the poem."
"I was going to say, because your face is just stupid."
"Very funny. Read."
"..."
"What did you think?"
"Why did you write this?"
"I wrote it for you."
"For me?"
"Yes."
"You make me self conscious when you say things like that."
"I know."
"I'm not worth this you know."
"What does that mean?"
"I am half a girl, and I deserve half a poem."
"That is not true, and you still haven't told me what you really thought about it."
"It's as broken and complex and half hearted as a sad song about the way you feel ink trail between your fingers like it's blood. There
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moondust.
we live in a world where our lungs are black and outlined with angry streaks of red. we plant diseases and destruction in the holes of our stomachs and watch them grow they shoot up fast and clog up our throats with ashy leaves.
our fingernails are ripped, jagged edges digging into pale skin and leaving white hot lines in their wake. our wings are crumpled, feathers bent and pressing into the expanse of our backs they're the weights on our shoulders, and there's no space left for anything else.
your tongue is cracked and so is mine. words no longer form, sounds no longer rise. dreams and wishes fall into the cracks as nig
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Lightning Bug Cosmos
I lace my skin up like a corset, peel back the blinds on my eyelids, and take a step forward, waking from the poppies to the
lightning bug glow of truth tapping on my eardrums.
In front of the mirror I stand, but what I notice is not the awkward crook of my nose or butterfly lashes. I look into the lighted mirror as if searching for answers hidden under
Ribbon-like sets of
veins, arteries and nerves.
Sometimes it all flows correctly; sometimes everything becomes
knotted up in all the wrong places. Skin toughened by beatings brought about by the
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I'm anticipating a few incredible heavy local gigs this summer, and this just spilled from my fingers!
The rhyming section feels like a song to me, which worked in my head while writing it because that's when the music is playing.
Thanks for all your s & comments! ♥
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The rhyming section feels like a song to me, which worked in my head while writing it because that's when the music is playing.
Thanks for all your s & comments! ♥
Find me on: tumblr
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You capture the intensity of attending a rock concert well! I particularly like the rhyming section. You're right; it does feel like a song.