we may die from the medication by gabbTOWN, literature
Literature
we may die from the medication
alone in this place- it's alive
& so full of dead silence, just hanging in the air
in fever chills..
we drank to feel warm - to pretend that falling apart
from tendon and bone was alright if it happened
with a smile on our faces; you were elusive at best.
Waves broke on the shore drawing us out with the tide
taking the words from our teeth,
washing the smell of you from my hair.
i sunk -
into the print my body left, hipbones making hollows in the sand
and you smoked - breathing cancer into me like a kiss.
attempting smiles empty enough
to fill my hungry eyes.
we hide under nights blanket,
knowing that the sun will taste of
We lie together, three sardines on a damp tarpaulin, trying to ignore the feeling of claustrophobia that creeps in around us as we lie in the middle of an open clearing. The rustle of the wind in the trees makes him nervous and he draws closer to me instinctively, reaching for security from what he is in serious danger of breaking. While he's clinging to me, your laugh, clear and loud, rings throughout the wilderness; the silence is broken and his breathing slows to peace. You only need two to tango, or so the saying goes, and we're both lying on either side of the most desirable tango partner to grace our lives in recent years.
Something's
Feelings like stars, lay scattered on this blackness. You hold one, slowly closing your fingers, desperate light caged in your hands. What have you done here? Shaking hands, my wounded hands, hold the shattered bird-bone fragility of all we were. Ink across paper, your lies have stained us. Burning man with fire and vacuum eyes stringing lies among my vertebrae, adding weight to my feather-brace owl wings. I can't fly with the heavy pain you lay upon me. Wine stained and caked on our lips, head and heavy heart. Spinning worlds around us, spinning feelings into whirlwinds, picking me up and slamming me down. pieces of this disaster cling
Feelings like stars, lay scattered on this blackness. You hold one, slowly closing your fingers, desperate light caged in your hands. What have you done here? Shaking hands, my wounded hands, hold the shattered bird-bone fragility of all we were. Ink across paper, your lies have stained us. Burning man with fire and vacuum eyes stringing lies among my vertebrae, adding weight to my feather-brace owl wings. I can't fly with the heavy pain you lay upon me. Wine stained and caked on our lips, head and heavy heart. Spinning worlds around us, spinning feelings into whirlwinds, picking me up and slamming me down. pieces of this disaster cling
I dont want to write,
of the failures anymore.
No one knew her in life,
so no one knew her in death.
A sparrow, a fleeting prayer, a shared grave.
Sweet angel you're gone,
and your scent of life,
has flown from me.
White collar man, speaks words of god,
but I know you can't hear them.
Unformed ears,
broken beating heart.
Not-there lungs take one, empty breath.
Dear sparrow fly back to me.
You were unrhyming poetry,
hope in a dark place.
Built of young sweet love,
barely a chance in this world.
You were, made of coral
breathed in by another,
baby you were hope.
"When did you last breathe?"
She whispered in that delicate voice that sounded completely her own. A voice that never utter a literal word; She only spoke words that could be used to her figurative advantage. I only understood half of the time, but loved her completely.
"I don't believe I understand you." I whispered back, holding her as softly as she spoke.
Savouring every warmth of her, how protected we both felt standing there outside her doorway under an indescribable night sky. The world felt safe and understanding, although her next point was likely to prove me wrong. It always did.
"We walk around every day in a hurry, ready to d
We lie together, three sardines on a damp tarpaulin, trying to ignore the feeling of claustrophobia that creeps in around us as we lie in the middle of an open clearing. The rustle of the wind in the trees makes him nervous and he draws closer to me instinctively, reaching for security from what he is in serious danger of breaking. While hes clinging to me, your laugh, clear and loud, rings throughout the wilderness; the silence is broken and his breathing slows to peace. You only need two to tango, or so the saying goes, and were both lying on either side of the most desirable tango partner to grace our lives in recent years.
So
i dont want an apology, so dont say sorry, baby i'll tell you what im needing. i've got to get out of here & find some space, give me room to deal. Cos everyone wants to know what went wrong and where to point their fingers. well things went wrong long ago, its just become a crescendo..
dear homework your not attractive, and i'm not doing you.
butterscotch coffee, throw rugs, movies, strawberries and chocolate. frittas, cuddles, bestfriends and cheerup music. phone calls from noosa, rainrainrain on iron roofs. walks under umbrellas and tossed off the warf. jumping in puddles with king. loving myself this valentines day ♥ the kind of morning that lasts all afternoon