Quincunx
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I'll be using this thread to post my poetry. Feel free to give me a prompt; my usual subject matter is angst, but I'm open to challenges as well as that.
The Question
Take all the little things away
The tiny white wrinkles down my arm
The lamplights like soft staring eyes
Everyone who drove away from this awful place
And you have my heart filled with water that flows through the cardiac tissue
Down my chest to the floor as I wish it would cleanse me of
What have I done? What have I done? What have I done?
What have I done to make them hate me so much?
I feel like a burning star in the night sky
My motor runs eternally, enraged and aflame in the cool dark sky
A hole torn in the black and
Awake night and day no matter who can see me
Take all the little things away
The soft music I heard hours ago
The shivers through my narrow shoulders
The spring flowers laid out like petals spread below me
And you have my mud-soaked heart
Sift with your hands and you will find glass and moonlight
Below is my white-hot ruminating core wondering
I was small? I was silent? I had burns on my fingers?
What would they say about me?
I am a flag run to ribbons by the cold wind
I ripple and twist, but at such cost
Soon I will sever and then
And then
And then
Take all the little things away
Take them to the black I rupture
Take them to the stake that holds me
Memory girl smells flowers and notes fill her ears
I lift my heavy feet like roses ripped from the earth
Imagine my drought-cracked heart will shatter on the pavement
Something cooler than the motor has me
Wrapped around my body and won’t let go
Nothing to do but think, “Why?”
And that’s what he asks too
Sunny Roses
Somehow I’m still here, and i’m not ungrateful for that
I have a feeling of regret
Like no matter how many layers of pink and white I fall into
Nobody will want to see what’s inside.
So I’ll stay there, enjoying the warmth
Until I die.
Waiting for boys to bring me flowers
And girls to kiss my neck
My hand reached into nothing
And would not let it go
And if I unfurled the plastic, would I see what you see?
So I stumble through the light
If I don’t touch you I can’t hurt you
One day the roses I have watered
Will bloom from my chest and tear the chiffon
Blaze and Blackness I write poems about ships, yes
SAVE HER
I fell in love with her light and shadows
The lilac of her eyes like a bush set ablaze
Portents of wisdom that kept me from losing myself
For a second, as I stood on top of black ears and white teeth and anything that could ever hope to hold me down
I tethered my muscles to hers
What will become of her now
SAVE HER
My arms wrapped around her cities
Amber lights deep in the black
I shined like gold as I held her hand
All of my candles and torches and rounds falling into place as her quiet rage held me close
And kept me from burning to ashes
I saw black petals furl madly, about to die
I would incinerate anyone who’d make her wilt
SAVE HER
Why couldn’t I
The Question
Take all the little things away
The tiny white wrinkles down my arm
The lamplights like soft staring eyes
Everyone who drove away from this awful place
And you have my heart filled with water that flows through the cardiac tissue
Down my chest to the floor as I wish it would cleanse me of
What have I done? What have I done? What have I done?
What have I done to make them hate me so much?
I feel like a burning star in the night sky
My motor runs eternally, enraged and aflame in the cool dark sky
A hole torn in the black and
Awake night and day no matter who can see me
Take all the little things away
The soft music I heard hours ago
The shivers through my narrow shoulders
The spring flowers laid out like petals spread below me
And you have my mud-soaked heart
Sift with your hands and you will find glass and moonlight
Below is my white-hot ruminating core wondering
I was small? I was silent? I had burns on my fingers?
What would they say about me?
I am a flag run to ribbons by the cold wind
I ripple and twist, but at such cost
Soon I will sever and then
And then
And then
Take all the little things away
Take them to the black I rupture
Take them to the stake that holds me
Memory girl smells flowers and notes fill her ears
I lift my heavy feet like roses ripped from the earth
Imagine my drought-cracked heart will shatter on the pavement
Something cooler than the motor has me
Wrapped around my body and won’t let go
Nothing to do but think, “Why?”
And that’s what he asks too
Sunny Roses
Somehow I’m still here, and i’m not ungrateful for that
I have a feeling of regret
Like no matter how many layers of pink and white I fall into
Nobody will want to see what’s inside.
So I’ll stay there, enjoying the warmth
Until I die.
Waiting for boys to bring me flowers
And girls to kiss my neck
My hand reached into nothing
And would not let it go
And if I unfurled the plastic, would I see what you see?
So I stumble through the light
If I don’t touch you I can’t hurt you
One day the roses I have watered
Will bloom from my chest and tear the chiffon
Blaze and Blackness I write poems about ships, yes
SAVE HER
I fell in love with her light and shadows
The lilac of her eyes like a bush set ablaze
Portents of wisdom that kept me from losing myself
For a second, as I stood on top of black ears and white teeth and anything that could ever hope to hold me down
I tethered my muscles to hers
What will become of her now
SAVE HER
My arms wrapped around her cities
Amber lights deep in the black
I shined like gold as I held her hand
All of my candles and torches and rounds falling into place as her quiet rage held me close
And kept me from burning to ashes
I saw black petals furl madly, about to die
I would incinerate anyone who’d make her wilt
SAVE HER
Why couldn’t I
