Three–drown crying minds. Seek screaming, famed raves, but crave Lonely melody. Two–externalize. Carve howls into an ice wind, freeze winter and sweat. One–on tongues, snow flies. Tell silent, nameless graves: burn, wreath your peace in ash. *** Enjoy this poem? Consider buying me a pizza
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Blur these Edges
Survival in the prison of my body: this bed my altar, sleep my sacrifice, eyes aching one of three ways, but if we’re being honest the third is just an intersection of the other two, tears plus sleeplessness featuring dull ache, day twenty three. — Survival in the prison of my body: a mind goesContinue reading “Blur these Edges”
Murder Charades
I am a gentle creature. In truth I squirm at blood, real bones, I will help a dragonfly on the sidewalk out of the path of danger. But we might be in a violent mood today, Violent like comic sans’ chaos. Violent like antonyms, perfect rhymes. Come die at the curse of a mage, GoContinue reading “Murder Charades”
Inner Child
(Have no idea what an inner child is? Check out this helpful page on subconscious psychology) Every day, you were someone different. The first day of fourth grade, the last day of high school, in the zoo, or wandering the woods. I hold you, or I try to, this fractaling puzzle in my heart ofContinue reading “Inner Child”
What I Would Tell Myself back on those dark nights
(Yes, this poem deals with suicide. I’ve been around some things recently that are relevant to the topic, and sometimes I see responses from people who are clearly trying to help but maybe don’t know how. I am also not an expert on how to respond in the best way, and I didn’t want toContinue reading “What I Would Tell Myself back on those dark nights”
masking
I act every day, if the party’s too noisy I tuck my distaste away if I feel like collecting sixteen maple seeds and throwing them in the parking lot but there’s strangers around, I’ll act like I’ve got no interest but walking, not skipping, or hopping, or tiptoeing over the sidewalk cracks. I know howContinue reading “masking”
6 stages of insanity (but the good kind)
stage 1: the pet store owner in the video game world. Name tags, puppy dogs, kittens, birds. Stage 2: the fortune teller witch chucking fortune cookies at customers in the streets reading your palm tree. stage 3: the rich girl in a future of teleporters and cancer cures, burning flame-resistant tops and buying color coordinatingContinue reading “6 stages of insanity (but the good kind)”
Echo, or Deaf
My own footsteps tap-top bongos in my skull on the sidewalk my silicone soles roll in the snow, my shoes seem to slosh through shallow shoals– these feet mime an earthquake of music and the symphony stretches, shivering, across my whole surface, my breath my bite my beating blood; I scream with sound to theContinue reading “Echo, or Deaf”
Hope of Coping
For so long, I survived, biding my time– saying I bottled up the bruises sounds cliché but clichés sometimes hold true. I was a glimmery glass bottle, like they say, I reflected sunlight, blinding outsiders from what I held, I carried on by a determination to carry this heavy heart to some higher mountain, someContinue reading “Hope of Coping”
Like Happiness. Yeah?
My heart’s like a laptop, I’ve got apps going on across the sides, and windows open, my emotions change like the wind and my thoughts, my busy day come and go like switching tabs; but the backdrop behind it all should look something like happiness. Yeah? Maybe I was expecting too much, or comparing myselfContinue reading “Like Happiness. Yeah?”
Jordyn Saelor 