angel's ire, not easily wraughtangels cannot orchestrate murderangel's ire, not easily wraught by ithaswhatitisnt
but if it would please, in their fervor
an exception could be made
Poem of the day 145 / Poeme du jour 145Une pluie d’hiverPoem of the day 145 / Poeme du jour 145 by lombregrise
sur les dunes
A winter rain
on the scalped
Frantz, mai / may 2013
VaseA broken heart can be excavated.Vase by BloodshotInk
Damaged tissue can be scrupulously removed
and the cracks can be sealed
with the molten trails of gold solidified.
The upturned cavity,
once proofed against further damage,
can become a pulsing vase for tulips,
because even though your heart has been broken
it is still valuable beyond comparison.
bookworm“there is no such thingbookworm by toxic-nebulae
as reading too much.”
this is what I tell you
when you insist
that there is some danger of
becoming lost in the stuff—
mistaking seriphs for serpents,
swallowing a story so whole
that its hook
sticks in my throat.
“there is no such thing
as reading too much”
I tell you, bold-faced,
surrounded by snakes
with a line through my lip.
we are not a fairytalewe are not a fairytale.we are not a fairytale by intricately-ordinary
I am not the strong lead with a heart of fire,
bones of steel, and eyes of vapid curiosity;
motivation seeping through
my every last intended action because
I was written this way
(the heroine falls only to rise again:
proverbial phoenix, burning out
because it is the cycle of my
life) and you, you are not
the beautiful travesty, perfectly composed
to strike me where I’m weak and
[almost]human, delicately woven
like the tapestry of my dismantling—
a subtle irony where somewhere, a writer
chuckles softly, understanding
we are blinder than church mice, born
in a makeshift world of darkness where
I’m not sure whether or not the sun will
rise again tomorrow, because it won’t exist
until someone breathes life into it,
but no. we were never so lucky
to be carefully orchestrated,
a composition rendered for
another’s satisfaction. I am not the
climax, nor the resolution, but a lamb
with Stockholm Syndrome and
a tendency towards people
Thou Shalt Not Commit--have you ever been in the bed of a committed loverThou Shalt Not Commit-- by glossolalias
when someone else's name is on your tongue,
and you saw him yesterday: that wallflower who drove
your patience past its limit, whose waiting hand
stretched you to the length of your intimacy until you cried
mercy? the man who loved your every interest, craved
the workings of your ideology, sought after your pacing mind
more than he ever witnessed your lust? and you think,
if i had been a more stable person then, i would be talking
the first words of my guilt: debilitating the trust
which does not come so easily but he wanted every broken
piece of it, sat around the edges of conversations where you
became what you fear most: an infatuation,
an idol still revered in his dark eyes, but
you always liked his smile: how he romanticized you in the light
that emanates from your being.
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