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this is a story of broken pieces
letting go feature by feature;
shattered pieces, ice rain,
and something blacker than sadness
turning from snowfall to knives
and the scarlet ground that follows.
this is about knowing when to stop
but never knowing the time.
because fingers snap louder in the cold,
they shiver and shake, shiver and shake
until the tremours turn to bone
and you feel it when they break.
a century's warning isn't enough to prepare for an earthquake;
a thousand years is still a blink when the last sinews
split.
there is nothing welcome about the open air
and how it bites your exposed skin,
its teeth sharpen and gnash,
dull enamel that scrapes,
and the bleeding won't tell you
how it stops.
just because you have spent a hundred sundays
pouring over the globe's crosswords
doesn't mean you'll find that eight letter word,
finally,
for a warning sign of dissipation.
you will never see the end nearing,
you will never know when to stop,
you will,
i swear you will,
feel the way the world ends,
just as those fingers break,
not with a bang,
but with a whimper.
and when we began to dissipate,
i saw eight letters in the lines of my skin-
my body, from yours,
it read
"distance."
letting go feature by feature;
shattered pieces, ice rain,
and something blacker than sadness
turning from snowfall to knives
and the scarlet ground that follows.
this is about knowing when to stop
but never knowing the time.
because fingers snap louder in the cold,
they shiver and shake, shiver and shake
until the tremours turn to bone
and you feel it when they break.
a century's warning isn't enough to prepare for an earthquake;
a thousand years is still a blink when the last sinews
split.
there is nothing welcome about the open air
and how it bites your exposed skin,
its teeth sharpen and gnash,
dull enamel that scrapes,
and the bleeding won't tell you
how it stops.
just because you have spent a hundred sundays
pouring over the globe's crosswords
doesn't mean you'll find that eight letter word,
finally,
for a warning sign of dissipation.
you will never see the end nearing,
you will never know when to stop,
you will,
i swear you will,
feel the way the world ends,
just as those fingers break,
not with a bang,
but with a whimper.
and when we began to dissipate,
i saw eight letters in the lines of my skin-
my body, from yours,
it read
"distance."
Literature
NaPoWriMo: Day 6
It’s hard enough
to love her skin on good days,
feeding encouragement
to wide eyed strangers
as if to fill the emptiness
in her own gut;
she lives on a diet of sad stories &
starving lips.
[Sometimes,
you must shed your own skin
to save it.]
-dp
Literature
Remarks
i. I like the way you call me
and always hang up on the second ring
because you know I get the shakes and the shivers
and sometimes, but not always, my knees fall off
and I have to crouch down to find them.
ii. I keep thinking about you.
You
and your ten-thousand tans
and your lack-luster smile
gaping open with colloquialisms.
You and the way you say
"you're pretty and thin"
as if one more label will be the gunshot
and I'll finally escape that dream
in which I'm running, but my feet are melting
through the sidewalk and my arms are
casting impossible shadows.
iii. It reminds me of how inarticulate words are sometimes;
how t
Literature
19:38-21:23
i have not prayed since i was a child,
unless You count the times i disregarded formality
and addressed You coarsely or candidly.
that's not to say i don't believe in You
or have disavowed your Grace,
but i think everyone's noticed You don't pick up the phone
or maybe You just have a lousy secretary.
that aside,
i'll make this very brief because
You're busy
and i have work in a few hours;
when i thought i saw You on the horizon
somewhere beside the setting sun,
taking the shape of a cloud more violet than the others,
were You there or am i desperate? were You there
or was i reaching for nothing?
You don't need to respond,
but i'd apprec
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i wonder if i'd ever read this at a poetry lounge. not sure it has enough feeling
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i suck at crosswords....