Category: Playful

WRITERS BLOCK

I CAN’T WRITE POETRY

I’m too sad

my thoughts are

paper planes

flying through my brain,

melting upon arrival.

How am I supposed to

catch them

mid-air?

 

I CAN’T WRITE POETRY

I’m too happy

distracted under the

water

I think I can

Hold my breath

and grow gills,

but I cannot write

about things I

don’t understand.

 

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i think i fit

in the way she fit

in the curves

and the skin

and the skin

to skin

but you

curve

in a different way

 

if she did

not

fit

then neither

do i

again

i like boys

with full names that

foam in the mouths of

street wanderers

spit them out

their rib cages

their bones

snap

between your teeth

flicked

sharp edged tongues

and the drawl of

sleep deprivation

tangle me up in sheets

knot me into them

know my hair until i’m

forced it cut it all off

strand

blade

and a full name

screamed

My Heart Rate Betrayed Me

fighting to fill lungs

deeper and deeper

but it still doesn’t touch the sides

pulsing too fast

it’s making an escape

from the prison of my body

 

if i talk to myself

on the walk to scotmid

surely that man will think i’m crazy

do you care much

what the street thinks?

do you care what the doorway

whispers to your aching bones

just pull your ribs aside

and let it out

we all need to take a break

from our insanity

 

the kitten slowed my heart rate

but was it’s biting of my hand

playful

or just another form of self harm?

i can breathe deeply enough

to slow the blood

to slow the voice

to slow the panic

 

when the cat stops purring

my heart may betray me once again.