don't you think?

Random story my sister shared the other day:

"Dad accidently turned our tv on in the kitchen turning off his in the family room, and that cold case show you like was on and mom was like nutmeg used to like this show, I miss my nutmeg so I said "She's not dead.... that we know of."

P.S. This song? Amazing. Go watch the PV

::: April 3rd :::

a sudden truth plunging spirits
like diving bird gone too deep
for the fish
and ends up drowning in her own greed

you broke my heart without even knowing
it was yours
my salt becomes the oceans
and soon I shall fall into them

finding out was like missing a step
and landing with a splash
keep me down
I will die under your waters

::: The Juggler :::

I am as much you
as myself
and I bleed deeply
for there is too much of you in me
and none of me
in you
did you know?

"hello, hi!"
could you have any idea what this
means to me?
why do we do these things?
looking out at me
do or keep?
break the night

fierce choice
stagnating love in a heartbeat
figure
your definitions
from the instability of my hands
repression falls
and so do I, on occasion

ease
could come from hate
but the knowledge forgot me some time ago
pieces crumble
like pastry onto me
this starving tongue fed on air
taste the sky
it's gray

::: The Smallest Sin :::

each night I lay beneath yggdrasil
and wake to spit out poetry like so many teeth
as I've lost yet another battle
destroyed by dreams
will my sanity by the price for my peace?

he is blue and silver crowned in ice
while I am crimson and white
bathed in my own blood
we met in a snow-covered field to kiss just once
but became dualists

forgive me not

she sang her song on the wrong day
and I knew her disguise
will it be less painful if I breathe between syllables?
I know what you're saying
without understanding a word of you

screaming relieves the pressure in my skull
but drowning stops it completely
cut up my face
and call out your sandman
these sort of things don't last forever

rub my tummy, hear my song
I make myself the monster so they can't
make me cry
am I willing to betray another's memory
simply by being myself?

these awkward silences are plotting together
to pull us apart
I don't understand your absense of mind
is it me?
or just a distraction?

then again
these are the sorts of things that won't matter
until I've killed you
until I've tasted your blood
off my soiled fingertips

those fingers ache bitterly for the window
emits the softest breeze
I fear this cold
for it has nothing to do with him
how can I die if he's not there?

(no subject)

April is National Poetry Month. To celebrate, I am posting one of my poems every day. You can play along too! Or, if you don't write, post a poem that you love. I would love to see my friendslist filled with poetry all through April.

This one's real short, so no cut for you! Written 4 years ago.


Travel

the chewed on remains of a paper clip
voices of children outweigh the plastic prince in my ears
grade nine beauty queens still learning the ropes
watching as the leaves race past the window
me, the goth prince for my pants