Cigarettes and Tequila
Every girl's favorite lovers
It is a cruelty to know
if you came back now. If you knocked
if you came bearing fruits
and castle bricks, and tickets to New Orleans,
and a mouthful of our history
dripping like honey. If you told me
‘I still have the last bedsheet you bought.’
If you gave me an oyster card with a year of travels on it.
I’d let you in, for tea, and I wouldn't reach for your hand
when the cup was empty,
I’d tell you to go home. I am home.
And I don’t wish for this
Goodnight, my friends.💜
Lay upon my breast, lover.
Let your being feel my pulse.
Fight recoil at Satan beneath my ribs,
His snarls and desires wrought in my being.
Listen as I sing sickly sweet songs.
Learn of my shame and mistakes.
Find carcasses in my wake I've left;
hear their wails of caution, sorrow, betrayal.
Leave me here, my waning love.
Limbs sunken into sheets decaying.
Famine of heart is all you've won.
Hollowed love to starve your weary soul.
#poetryandpoets #gothic #alliterarion
I miss you
The laughs we shared in that ihop parking lot
Stories you'd tell me as you became a warrior
My awkward hands unsure of their cause
Now I simply miss you
And those simple nights
We watched the sun come up in my truck
Now I wonder if you still watch the sun rise
And if your thoughts ever turn to me
The way mine do to you
I'm watching Violet Evergarden on Netflix and I keep getting teary eyed...
Why do they do this😭
Blood on the sand and blood in my eyes
Blinded by the rage of gods long gone
Men die today for men dead yesterday
But this blood in my eyes allows me to see
An image of corpses crawling beneath my feet
And so I'll load my rifle and pray to the heavens
While all present only receive their condemnation.
#poetry #war #iran #putdownyoursteel #yousenselessmen
It has come to my eyes
That I'm drowning in the drink
This new year lays ahead
And my brain can't begin to think
On all the passing adventures
With those still sure to come
Ten thousand paths to walk
Can make the hefty sum
So I give you my beggars advice
Though the words are daft and soiled
But listen! Listen!
Lest my thoughts be further coiled
Let your houses be merry
Your wives and daughters too
Breathe in that beautiful air
And float through the world anew!
#poetry #poetryandpoets #newyears
I was raised to believe my God was man
A stern hand and strong voice from heaven
Sunken face with cold eyes
Yet how could he give life?
Hard hands meant for war and plague
No, I think there lies a Goddess
Mother to us all
Giver of life and love
Her fair hands to guide us
My goddess doesn't revel in war
She doesn't kill with hatred
This Goddess is the light in the dark
My Goddess welcomes all with open arms
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I recall being huddled on the ground
My friend crying against me
Their tears hot upon my skin
Not knowing what was within
Someone had yelled for us to hit the floor
Hit the lights and lock the door
Blood ran through our veins cold as ice
As we waited to see how we'd rolled the dice
Police searching room by room
For the killer amongst us
The poison seeps into the wound
Like ghastly fumes from within a tomb
Slowly, yet persistent it always feeds
Into a heart of trouble it would seem
Those that spread it, I fear don't know
Of the grief and pain, they deftly sow
Simple words they've been taught
As though it were hatred that they sought
The burning girl cares not.
The pyre beneath her shall wash away her shame
Flames to cleanse her soul
And mild depression
The perfect Wednesday completed