stick to boys in books by ithaswhatitisnt, literature
Literature
stick to boys in books
one through eight were toys,
but they played me
before i could get the drop on them
nine was a rigid type,
lost in his own nebula,
careening before i could
save him from himself
ten did not know how to
share anything and he
silenced his own idolatry
without assistance
eleven was tantalizing paper
and ink radiance, but he
boiled over before completion
and left me gelid and lost
twelve was a fairytale,
consistent sunsets and snuggles,
kisses keeping sanity intact...
the printing press model for boys
they just don't make them like they used to
The Five Stages Of Silence by AlwaysRainCheck, literature
Literature
The Five Stages Of Silence
I.
"I love you"
The static sounds like rain in my head,
I imagine a small handed God
shielding us with his constant melody -
they don't remember,
tomorrow is your favorite day
and I promised to show you the lilies,
don't be silly now,
turn the lights back on,
wake up.
My fists at your chest
are two hearts
beating fast. Wake up.
The morning prayer
quivers obsessive
between our bodies,
nobody understands
how my lips are made holy
by the light skin of your temple,
wake up wake up wake up.
II.
"I love you"
Fire laps at oxygen
with passionate tongues,
taking in every drop
of its feverish scent
until on their wake
only anger is left,
a
I wish
for my sadness
to be like the cloud of drizzle
that passes over roofs at night
and doesn’t wake up
anyone.
For my grief
(the thing with dark fur
that curls up between
collarbones and hisses at strangers
and purrs when I sleep)
to never bite.
See
the evening sky -
with its purple mist -
looks hurt,
wounded, like my hands
when I tried
to hold on to things
that didn’t want to stay.
It could rain,
the morning will come
anyway.
Dark times
carry on
the way cello chords do,
pouring harmony after harmony
into a yawning chasm.
I used to tell myself
to stay strong,
now I think, the point is not
to start digging
but to
I find myself grateful
for the existence of semicolons,
little things
keeping my life sentence
half open;
lost in thought
I wash the blueberries
with trembling hands,
you listen to the news
while making tea -
it’s a bitter cup again
but we have honey,
strong hearts, a lock on the door -
we have time for laughter;
in the end
it all comes down to this:
a bowl of blueberries
a kiss on the cheek;
I. Shower thoughts
Oh to be a white
towel, to drink on your skin
titillating dew
--
II. The end of the world
A black line of ants
rushes about in the grove
as I bless this rain
--
III. Courage
In the dark hallway
of your heart, a child alone
sings slow to himself
--
IV. Love note
Since the day we met
I measure myself in smiles
lose count all the time
--
V. November
Cypresses sway in prayer,
through the dense mist
echoes of a bell
--
VI. Cotton Candy
Sweet summertime night,
I laugh at life's bumpy ride
with your hand in mine
--
VII. Amen
Let the heartache die
under this snow - wait for spring,
all cut trees grow back
--
VIII.
You are tired
e.e. cummings
You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.
Come with me, then,
And we’ll leave it far and far away–
(Only you and I, understand!)
You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and–
Just tired.
So am I.
But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart–
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.
Ah, come with me!
I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
Walk with me through
my garden of earthly delights,
find my dragon waiting
inside like the serpent
coiled around your tree.
Taste my pomegranate
seeds, and there is no
turning back, because
your are mine
you are mine.
Let us be damned
together, if damned
we must be in the name
of our dark love,
but I'll not let you go,
your heart belongs to me.
My body is your altar
of sacrifice, I will sign
my soul in your flesh,
because I called you down,
into my underworld
like a sirens song.
I belonged to you
the moment I felt
you walk the Earth
above me.
Now the sky might
come crashing down
once I have you in my embrace,
but you will h