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TorrentsI retain you and swell at the lungs,
I cover up the stretch marks around my thighs
when you've gone away.
Through historic hikes
and around seaside wars, I lay us
like home-bound sighs awaiting the brewed catastrophes
that bring us together.

We crash onto each other's decaying bones
like territorial waves
and I keep myself against your billows, feeding off your breaths,
barely alive on my own.
We are undulating whispers,
savage lovers.

Codeinei remember thinking of bruises as just visible
discolorations,
i thought it meant that i might be
disintegrating, deteriorating
fasterfaster and it wouldn't take so long
to disappear.
i remember you
and how effortless you would make dying sound.
and then there were some marks
i couldn't trace. and i wore them like garnets.
i wore me
down

until all i could remember
was how to mark at all.

fragment 8i guess this is what i
get
for sharing a bed
with a stranger.

EnnuiHere's where things got hazy:
you talked about pulling the stars closer
because the bigger they got, the less insignificant you felt.
I presumed it was because I called you mine.
Bottle caps and paper punchers
were the things we made love on when you decided
to live life more dangerously.

Indentions were made on my skin and not by
your touch, but by distractions - carefully planted, unlike
the way you used to kiss me. Your lips
lost instinct, but still tasted as they always had; soft
and pure, in the way no one else before me understood.
Maybe simplicity pulled you from me.

Or maybe you felt like I was too easy,
too predictable, and my end

R1But it's so easy to talk about you
when you live on my taste buds;
intoxicated nights, blueprinted flirting,
and the ineffable charm
that came with your heartache design.

[i]my mother always told me that you should never use your thumb to check your own pulse and though i knew it had something to do with the thumb having its own, i never really knew why she told me not to. just like she told me how wedding rings are specialized by anatomists though everything ultimately and eventually comes back to the heart.
even fucked up things like adrenaline and sugar and anxiety and pain.
her logic hasn't hurt her yet, just like it did with my grandmother. she believed that women didn't have heart attacks. she died believing that because she never had or saw a woman have one - she died of a haemorrhage. i miss her.
i never really knew her. and i always thought that it's good that she didn't live to see me. because grandmothers don't like grand daughters who stay up late to wet their pillows with dreams and tears and form sentences with breaths tainted with toxins and sleeping pills. and i just know that she would never have liked how i cross my legs when i sit. she j

ampersand heartyou're touching my sea skin

get me back to the ocean

Untitledsorry, ma'am, but you're carrying too much luggage
that's not possible. its only 5kg and the limit is 20kg.
emotional luggage, ma'am.
huh?
you're allowed two ghosts per flight
and you have at least five.
oh. sorry. i'll work on that.

hvirfilbylurin the morning i throb
against a lilac bruise
from the ache i've
carried for you

what if i said i wake up and i look at you
and your skin has not blackened
from disuse, has not paled from
neglect and still
i find perfection in the way
your arms hang like
a willow and the
arch of your back
and the width of
your ribs like a
marrow-cage
for me
what if i said i loved you?

warare you singeing in
my lungs? i breathe
you in like morning dogwood
caught by flame;
the exhale will
wait its turn.

note 32
i am

so

terrified

a tribute to athena starwomanwe had peace here. your footsteps
did not become boulevards for ancient blood
when you said, rosed up, smoothed out:

you're a pisces, and i was born
on the most popular day for suicide.
let's just get high and watch the cosmos,

(you had been a lost voyager of concentric
mood-worlds, and i was the camera on your arm
recording everyone else's footsteps along the way)

i thought you were talking about carl sagan's
tv series but no, i had forgotten that you alone
are able to reveal the starry curves of time.
you go to arrange them like an exile returned.

In stillness1. My bones are rocks, curved and exfoliated and shaped
by the heavy ocean storms in my lungs,
like cyclones of dust and regurgitated diary entries
have been lifted by the trembling earth
and slammed into my spine, repeatedly, until I bow
before everything more powerful than I could ever be.
And they are yours.

2. I love you,
violently,
like my lips thirst for more than your mandarin gums,
so I can eat through the hurt, clogged in your throat.
"My heart is obviously incapable of holding love";
let me prove you wrong.

3. Our sex lies in the pain along my neck,
where my blood has pooled and frozen.
I can barely feel my fingers or my toes and

white noise.sometimes i turn off the greasy yellow lights and run the water lava hot.
the quiet porcelain is an untouched coffin
familiar as the look in your eyes.
i can hear my heart beat in my ears
and i stare at the ceiling until it darkens and blurs at the edges.
my body is heavy as lead
i cannot remember the weight of movement.
sometimes the closest i can get is the suicide between each breath
and the apology unspoken on the inhale.
my skin is a ladder i keep climbing,
i can see through the rungs to the fat cells that weigh down my bones.
sometimes,
my hand becomes his when it creeps uninvited over the landscape of my body
and across the staircase of my ribs.
i can't erase the feeling of his body pressed like a book
over my flower.
my head is white noise that bleeds red,
but i'm tired of all the blood.
tired of all the memories like channels
i keep flicking past.
sometimes i wonder if i cut enough slack in my skin,
&

pacificher longbow mouth is un-
strung; loose bottom
lip with a cocked
jaw -
.
she
births into him like
a womb

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Take me home

by ~psithurisms, Feb 4, 2013, 7:48:51 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

^{you live in me,

cancerous white noise,
high tide of danger.
you consume me,

oceanic burial ground,
reddened memories,
love-making stranger.}

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~sherbetblooms Apr 16, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

love this - your abstractions are heavy and deep.

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~Is-lnds Feb 6, 2013

fuck.
chai. yes this is perfect.
just - damn. everything.

oceanic burial ground.

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~psithurisms Feb 6, 2013 Writer

^{fuck
thank you, i'm trying

<33}

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~Is-lnds Feb 8, 2013

i love it.
your effort.

<3

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`FuzzyHoser Feb 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

YES.. Write a poem for Megan. She makes for a good subject. I happen to know.

And yeah, I comment spied. Whateva...lol.

This is pretty, but let's find something happier.

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~psithurisms Feb 6, 2013 Writer

^{ahaha
i think so!}

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=KissTheSunrise Feb 5, 2013

you called?

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~psithurisms Feb 5, 2013 Writer

^{ring ring ;D}

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=KissTheSunrise Feb 6, 2013

_{Hi there.. I'm 'Inspiration Central' .. how may i inspire you m'dear? hmmmmm????
ily <3}

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