child of rust birthed of dust, passenger clouds make heaven shrouds, open your eyes, deserted cries, forgotten ages of societies vast, prophetic pages now apocalypse past: a stench blew in like rot meets ruin, a storm stirring sand, cup water in hand, drink child of dust, birthed of rust cities– bow back the sea swordContinue reading “Child of Rust”
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mattress myth
my blanket is falling off the side of the world to a primordial quagmire in the dark. Titans roam beneath the bed, mystery and fire, memory and sight, but their shapes are too ancient for my eyes or my dreams tumbling to instinctual terror, the site of Tartarus, to parse. I cannot look and know,Continue reading “mattress myth”
Royal “we”
Is royal “we” a form of gaslighting? Like, yes, peasant, we think you should pay more taxes, you’re outnumbered. Yes, the collective group think has decided, and you’re the minority vote. Listen, we have your best interest in mind, your needs will be considered as a fraction of our pie. But hey, I totally speakContinue reading “Royal “we””
Pi
I love you . To infinity and beyond, am I right? Like a circle ever going round, There is no end to our future. We could chase the sun set and rise, eat it like an orange and spill the glow between our teeth at midnight, a night light to remind this bed and starsContinue reading “Pi”
Aquatic Speech
If we grew up underwater, accustomed to salt in our cuts, would hurts to our emotions hurt less by comparison? With each reverbing thrum of all aquatic speech, would we feel the meaning of each other’s words closer to our ribs? In the twilight ocean, would we use our eyes less to guess each other’sContinue reading “Aquatic Speech”
52 (4 years later)
It’s never so simple as a tower of cards crumbling like memories, good or bad divided by battle lines.
riven/rend
nail open sponge crust expose soft secret magma lava leaks like blood *** find my first published book at this link find other stories I’ve written here
from one depressed poet to another
So many of my metaphors attempt to describe the ocean of sadness in me, as if to a neighboring world with no water. I am Earth; you are Mars;
Frogs in the water part 2/God in a bottle
God in a bottle, with a scroll from far away, telling me what to do. Surrender to a continental divide, take me left or ride from ocean to ocean, soak it in, this is to teach you obedience, give up your resistance, heed the message in the bottle or fall full throttle from mountain high.Continue reading “Frogs in the water part 2/God in a bottle”
Prometheus/Persephone
They say a relationship won’t save you, but I am still a social animal, falling prey to silly things like a need for validation
Jordyn Saelor 