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Tag: spilled thoughts
Impossible Equation
in physics class
i learned
the further you fall,
the harder the landing:
F=ma.
i fell
for you at
90 miles per hour
without a parachute.
if the force of your lips
saying you do not love me
is like a thousand hammers
pounding at my heart,
what is the mass of
the empty shell
that remains?
High Impact
thoughts thoughts thoughts
thoughts.
high speed train– sparks
fly off the track.
ruminating, tumbling like
clothes in the
dryer.
but the brakes
are not working
and it ends in
fire.
With each step we pass
Under every patch of grass
A multidimensional web of life
We can’t begin to grasp.
– By my beautiful friend, Sienna Valente-Blough
Night Sweats
these mornings I find
my veins have drained
throughout the night
to create rivers running down my spine.
i’ve been drowning myself
in their cold waters these days, and
i’m starting to wonder
if it’s because part of me hopes
you’ll be swimming in them.
Japanese Cherry Blossom
porcelain skin–
your heart bleeds and
stains you pink.
Freedom To Believe What They Want You To Believe
they dunked me underwater
long before i could swim.
i was not born
with communion wafers dissolving
on my tongue.
they took my mind and
threw a snake in it.
a slithering snake that snarls
at humanity and
what they have become.
but i will laugh and dance while
i am ripe and still have the
recourse to forget.
motion is the only guarantee:
they’ve not stamped a cross
upon me yet.
Toxic
not like fists and
bruises and whiskey
on your breath. not
darkness in eyes and
screaming.
not poison apples,
but i love you’s–
i love you too much.
i love you because i cannot
love myself.
toxic everything i own
in a pile on your floor,
toxic take all that is mine.
toxic maybe we can share
the burden, too.
toxic take, take, take
all the love
i don’t know how to give
myself.
Mary’s Blue
dark blue– like childhood, like
memories. like
sinking into a dream.
bite marks on the black
plastic instead of
on your lips.
covered in stickers
of where you’ve been.
your heart’s been torn
off your sleeve and
the hole it left in the fabric
keeps unraveling.
anxiety haiku
i’m feeling too much
there is an overwhelming
pressure in my head.