the killdeer is dead.
my little girl cried for a week.
she cried for that noisy little
feather-devil, that god-forsaken
puppet.
that warmed-fleshed thing that
kept me up all night with it's
whining.
i loathed it's dependancy on me.
"i need food"
"i need water"
"i need love"
"mommy, make it stop"
(just shut up,
shut up,
please!)
i'll be honest with God,
she scares me.
that blonde haired,
brown eyed creature that i birthed.
she scares me with her gaze.
dear boy,
don't you know your eyes are sparking unnatural disasters that are wrecking the temples of sand i spent so much time on? i intended to sleep tonight, but the storm of you is beating the sea-glass windows and blowing out all the candles i had lit. you're breaking down my dirt walls and flooding the floors with the salt water and ash from your veins. you're invading when i'm already exhausted. and how could i possibly rest with when you're bringing my heart to a screaming stop?
Dear girl,
Must I apologize for what I have done? I forced my unforgiving reckoning through, and cast your walls asunder. I relentlessly beat down upon you,
someone laced the oceans by pirateoforange, literature
Literature
someone laced the oceans
the horses are silent,
and i'm covering my eyes just to
hide the oceans. i want to get away
from these guilt-coverd cliffs. i'm
sick of the cloudy days and salt-
stiffened air. sea-weed has found
my pale ankles and the sand has
found it's way under my eyelids.
is this punishment or fate? i don't
want this; the storms raging,
provoking the waters. sea-stars leaving
sores where they leached to my skin.
i can't take the absence of the sun
any longer and i'm drowning is this
disease. i want to find your face
again, feel your wind-blown hair in
in my fingers. i wish you'd craddle
me in your hollow bone arms, whisper
too-short poe
Someone bring me down,
from this unappealing high.
I can't breathe,
I can only bend to snap.
I'm beating fists raw,
and screaming into catastrophe.
These words aren't mine.
They're meant to for blind whispers
between classes and I can see,
but holy hell, I can't feel.
I'm The Only Thing Killing Me by pirateoforange, literature
Literature
I'm The Only Thing Killing Me
I'm in this "home"
with my big black coat on,
but I can't help but shiver.
Oh, how I'd love to decipher
what you wrote late at night,
but I'm afraid I just don't have
the energy.
I could argue, I could spit facts
and hurtful things in your direction,
but what good would that do? When you're
the logical one and I'm only coughing up reasons to 'non-exist'.
----
I keep waiting for you to
slip thr
the killdeer is dead.
my little girl cried for a week.
she cried for that noisy little
feather-devil, that god-forsaken
puppet.
that warmed-fleshed thing that
kept me up all night with it's
whining.
i loathed it's dependancy on me.
"i need food"
"i need water"
"i need love"
"mommy, make it stop"
(just shut up,
shut up,
please!)
i'll be honest with God,
she scares me.
that blonde haired,
brown eyed creature that i birthed.
she scares me with her gaze.
dear boy,
don't you know your eyes are sparking unnatural disasters that are wrecking the temples of sand i spent so much time on? i intended to sleep tonight, but the storm of you is beating the sea-glass windows and blowing out all the candles i had lit. you're breaking down my dirt walls and flooding the floors with the salt water and ash from your veins. you're invading when i'm already exhausted. and how could i possibly rest with when you're bringing my heart to a screaming stop?
Dear girl,
Must I apologize for what I have done? I forced my unforgiving reckoning through, and cast your walls asunder. I relentlessly beat down upon you,
someone laced the oceans by pirateoforange, literature
Literature
someone laced the oceans
the horses are silent,
and i'm covering my eyes just to
hide the oceans. i want to get away
from these guilt-coverd cliffs. i'm
sick of the cloudy days and salt-
stiffened air. sea-weed has found
my pale ankles and the sand has
found it's way under my eyelids.
is this punishment or fate? i don't
want this; the storms raging,
provoking the waters. sea-stars leaving
sores where they leached to my skin.
i can't take the absence of the sun
any longer and i'm drowning is this
disease. i want to find your face
again, feel your wind-blown hair in
in my fingers. i wish you'd craddle
me in your hollow bone arms, whisper
too-short poe
Someone bring me down,
from this unappealing high.
I can't breathe,
I can only bend to snap.
I'm beating fists raw,
and screaming into catastrophe.
These words aren't mine.
They're meant to for blind whispers
between classes and I can see,
but holy hell, I can't feel.
I'm The Only Thing Killing Me by pirateoforange, literature
Literature
I'm The Only Thing Killing Me
I'm in this "home"
with my big black coat on,
but I can't help but shiver.
Oh, how I'd love to decipher
what you wrote late at night,
but I'm afraid I just don't have
the energy.
I could argue, I could spit facts
and hurtful things in your direction,
but what good would that do? When you're
the logical one and I'm only coughing up reasons to 'non-exist'.
----
I keep waiting for you to
slip thr
beating confessions to death by pirateoforange, literature
Literature
beating confessions to death
Somebody scream of the struggles already,
because my throat has closed off with the taste
of him. i'm sipping cold coffee and catching your
darker-than-life-but-not-quite-hell eyes just to
fight off the feeling.
----
{he's laying on top of me because he just assumed i enjoyed the weight. his hands are fluttering on my bare ribs and fiddling with my zipper, but he's too caught up in the liplock to see that my eyes are
[I DON'T MEAN TO BE A BOTHER, BUT HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GIRL?]
screaming stop Stop sTopstOp s
today
we're younger
than we're ever gonna
be.
i. and we finally did it,
drove to the mountains
watched meteors
and let the mattress
grow damp
under our love
under the stars
ii. there are things to
be reconciled
iii. my eyes sting like
chlorine, but from
crying,
I finally disappointed
them;
the highest order of shame
iv. but you cannot put
people into pockets;
good, bad
don't mix
with them
v. and I cannot choose
who I love
vi. your lenses are straight,
elite and proud
mine, open and accumulating
filth
vii. maybe
I should run away more often,
we never talk like this
viii. and you have to realise
that I live in
I'm The Only Thing Killing Me by pirateoforange, literature
Literature
I'm The Only Thing Killing Me
I'm in this "home"
with my big black coat on,
but I can't help but shiver.
Oh, how I'd love to decipher
what you wrote late at night,
but I'm afraid I just don't have
the energy.
I could argue, I could spit facts
and hurtful things in your direction,
but what good would that do? When you're
the logical one and I'm only coughing up reasons to 'non-exist'.
----
I keep waiting for you to
slip thr
Current Residence: Idaho deviantWEAR sizing preference: Small Favourite genre of music: Anything! Favourite style of art: Literature MP3 player of choice: Ipod nano Favourite cartoon character: Chowder Personal Quote: "What is this? Spare change?! YOU WHORE!"
Yes, I've caught it. Just as I was dancing about thinking, "Oh my dear immune system! It's better than everyone else's!" Yeah, no. I'm very sick. Hopefully though, it'll provoke some poetry.